Page 103 of Beyond the Fame

It’s been nine months since the photoshoot at the Met Cloisters. We posted the photos on our social media pages, officially announcing our relationship. Then Jensen announced his departure from directing the apocalyptic movie. Which worked out because there was another director—one with a few more Oscars than Jensen—who wanted the job. Jensen still had to pay a fine for breaking his contract, but he said his parents got the cost down significantly.

His parents also found the person who sold the video of Jensen and me arguing on set was the actress who portrayed me in Tyler’s Team. A woman in her twenties who was struggling to find work and, after seeing articles about Jensen and me in Hawaii, she remembered she had the video. She needed money, so she sold it. Now she won’t be able to get any job in Hollywood. At least, not any big production jobs.

Jensen’s parents really came through for us. They actually want to be in his life more. He’d brought me over to their home in Beverly Hills—a literal mansion—and we had dinner with them. They loved me and it’s as if they’d seen Jensen in a new light. It’s as if the thought of him dating someone and potentially marrying and having a family of his own activated grandparent mode for them.

Jensen is still hesitant. He sat down with them for hours, talking about how they treated him growing up. They apologized profusely. Jensen said he truly believes they feel remorseful for what they did. Apparently, he was right about both of his parents growing up in a household where love and emotions were never expressed.

I’m also rebuilding my relationship with my parents. They'd finished their cross-country trip, ending in Los Angeles last month. I brought them to one of my therapy sessions. We talked about everything, from how they treated me after Tyler’s death to spending less and less time with me over the past several years.

They were shocked and resistant to the idea that they were being horrible parents, but they said they’d be open to talking more about this. They're going to be staying on the West Coast for a while, parking their RV at a camp near Venice Beach.

Next week we have a family dinner planned with my parents and Jensen’s and we’re both super stressed about it.

We've been relieving that stress with lots of sex.

“Oh, I know that look,” Jensen says, leaning on the doorframe between the living area and the dining room. He pushes himself off and reaches me within a few long steps. He slides his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. “You’re turned on. You want to get in a quickie before we go?”

I playfully slap his shoulder, and he winces in faux pain. He loves doing that. He’s such a nerd. “You said you wanted to do it on the plane.”

His mouth moves up my neck to my chin and hovers over my lips. “Why not both?”

We kiss and kiss until those kisses become messy and hungry and we struggle to stop.

“We’re late,” I say, breathless.

I turn away, and he smacks my ass, making me yelp. He bursts out laughing as I grab my cheek, both hating and loving the sting.

That fucker knows how rough I like it.

We leave the house in a car he hired, taking us to the Santa Barbara Airport where Mylan stores his private jet. We board and select two seats near the back. A few minutes later, we’re joined by two familiar faces.

“Eloise, Kelly.” I say, standing to give them hugs.

Eloise walks up the aisle, giving Jensen a fist bump. Kelly offers him a nod and the two sit near the front to give us all some privacy.

“If you think them being here will stop me from fucking you during this flight, you’re wrong,” Jensen whispers the moment I sit back down and buckle up.

“Who said I was thinking that?”

After the crew makes final preps, the plane takes off. The flight is a couple hours long and with the time difference, we’ll be landing in Arkansas early evening.

Jensen and I sneak into the bathroom about an hour into the air. The bathroom is bigger than the ones on passenger planes. We had plenty of room to have sex, and it was a sexy fuck. He took me from behind and covered my mouth to muffle my screams. Though I doubt it was much help because our bodies slapping together were plenty loud.

When we finally emerged about thirty minutes later, Eloise and Kelly were scrambling at the front with messed up hair while tucking in their shirts.

I raise a knowing brow at them, which makes Eloise blush.

Once landing in Arkansas, we load up in another hired car to Silo Springs: the town Ginger, Lana, Tyler, and I all grew up in.

It's where the movie was filmed. It’s where Lana and Mylan met.

And it’s where they’ll be getting married.

Well, sort of. We're driving thirty minutes to the next town where the cliffs on Bluffs Lake are located.

It’s where Lana met my brother on the worst day of her life when her parents died. She'd packed her clothes and some toys, ran away from her Gram and Pa’s home, and went to the cliffs.

We’d just moved to Silo, and my dad wanted to explore the area. We’d driven all around Silo until venturing out further and finding a park by the lake. The park had trails and Tyler wandered off down one of those trails, searching for snakes.

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