In Viola Pyle’s many fantasies, Nixon Raines, the heartthrob from bestselling boy band Verified Paradise, is a kind gentleman who is hopelessly in love with her.
In reality, he’s an arrogant bad boy who uses her and other women for his own personal pleasure. She knows it’s wrong to be used but she can’t resist him and his delicious body whenever he comes to her bed.
The nature of their arrangement changes after Nixon gets into a car accident and suffers a brain injury. He then transforms into the kind gentleman she always fantasized about.
Is Viola's heartthrob fantasy permanent or will Nixon slip back to his old habits?
Viola’s eyes were glued to the images on her computer screen. She had been staring at them for a few minutes. She tried to resist looking up news on Nixon but she couldn’t fight the temptation.
Multiple celebrity gossip sites had published new paparazzi pictures of Nixon from the night before attending the opening of a new night club named Shag. He looked fresh. The smile transfixed on his face was warm and friendly. A happy glow surrounded him. He was wearing a trendy graphic t-shirt she hadn’t seen him wear before.
A statuesque woman who looked like she belonged on a fashion runway was cuddled close to Nixon. She had clear skin with no apparent pores. Her body was toned. No ounce of fat was in sight. The red dress she wore looked like it came off the rack of an expensive fashion boutique. She was the kind of girl for him.
Deciding she was torturing herself too long, Viola closed the browser window. The words of the article floated through her mind.
Nixon James Raines of boy band Verified Paradise has finally found the love of his life…
Viola needed a distraction. She went to bed, held her pillow close, and lost herself in a fantasy.
* * * *
“I can’t get enough of you Viola.”
Nixon leaned in and kissed her lips. He always kissed her with tenderness and love. Her body tingled from his kisses. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her baby bump onto his stomach.
“You can really knock a guy out with that!” Nixon joked. He reached between them and rubbed her pregnant belly.
Viola was seven months pregnant with their first child. Nixon kept insisting their baby would be a boy but she held her ground. She knew in her heart the baby inside her was a girl.
“I can’t wait to have this baby. I know she’ll be beautiful.”
Nixon was quick to correct her. “She? You mean he.”
“Nixon. Nixon. Nixon.”
“Viola. Viola. Viola.”
Nixon was just too cute to argue with. She pinched his cheek and then snuggled against his broad chest. She could hear his heartbeat. Love was something she never thought she would find. Having him in her life made her the happiest woman on earth.
“Viola, what do you think about the name Nixon James Raines Jr.?”
“I actually don’t think about that.”
Viola yelped when Nixon playfully slapped her butt.
“How can I convince you we’re having a boy? Maybe if I do this…”
Nixon’s hand slipped between her legs. Her sensitive core throbbed from his touch. Viola bit her lip and tried to keep her cool.
“What about this?” Nixon’s other hand pushed up her shirt and exposed her swollen breasts.
His mouth eagerly latched onto her nipple. She gulped and tried to ignore the fire that was starting to burn within her. He kept his movements going for a few minutes and her body began to succumb to the stimulation. She could feel her panties get damp.
Right when her orgasm was about to hit her, Nixon pulled away. Viola groaned in frustration. She pouted when she looked into his twinkling blue eyes.
“Fine you win. Now make love to me,” she demanded and urged him to yank off his pants.
* * * *
Viola’s body jumped in shock at the sound of her name. She got out of her bed and walked to her front door. Through the peephole she saw Nixon standing on her doorstep looking agitated. She unlocked the door and opened it.
“Fuck! I’ve been knocking forever!” Nixon huffed as he stomped into her apartment.
“But you have a key?”
“I freaking lost it.”
“I thought you weren’t coming tonight.”
Viola thought Nixon would have rather been with his new girlfriend. After she shut the door, he reached out and pulled her short body against him and began kissing her neck.
“I saw the picture online of you and your new girlfriend.” Nixon ignored her words and continued to glide his lips across her neck.
“Who is she?” Again there was no response as his tongue poked out and licked her skin.
Viola wondered if Nixon needed a hearing aid. He didn’t hear most of what she said to him. The frustration over his indifference caught up to her. Tears pricked her eyes. She fought back their release but a few slipped out. Why was she in love with an asshole? When a tear dropped down onto his cheek, his blue eyes looked down at her.
She sniffled. “Do you love her?”
No emotion passed through Nixon’s face. She hated that he was so hard to read.
“I need to know if you love her because I love you,” she whispered, her lips quivering.
Nixon sighed and released her from his arms. She felt foolish for admitting her love for him. He turned around and headed toward the door.
“Nixon!” She ran after him and tugged on his leather jacket.
“Please don’t go,” she pleaded.
Viola flung herself onto Nixon and held on to him tight. He stood still for a moment before wrapping his arms around her. His hands traveled down her body and stopped when they reached her butt. His fingers dug into her behind, pushing her closer to him.
He buried his face into the crook of her neck and he kissed her sensitive skin. She let herself absorb the reality he was there with her. She had to enjoy it before she would be alone and have to lose herself in her fantasies of him.
* * * *
“I love you Viola Raines.”
“I love you Nixon Raines.”
Viola kissed her husband Nixon on the lips. The kiss lingered and soon turned into a deep passionate kiss.
Breaking apart, the married couple blushed as they looked at the six year old child standing before them with a disgusted facial expression.
“Kissing is gross!” Valarie Raines declared.
“I don’t think she’ll feel that way in ten years,” Viola joked.
Nixon smiled. “Neither do I.”
Viola and Nixon stood up and each took their daughter’s hand and strolled down the beach.