EroticReverie

Tucker Sterling

"No." I say to my agent Scott who is on the other end of the zoom call with me and Margret who is sitting beside me. 

"I'm not asking a girl I don't even know to stay married to me because it's better for publicity." I growl. I was a bad boy, not a fucking asshole. 

"You don't even have to tell her that. Just...woo her. Make her happy, make her WANT to stay married." Margaret says and I give her a look.

"Aren't you a feminist?" I ask with a cocked brow. 

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm also your publicist, which unfortunatly sometimes conflicts with morals...but whose fault is that?" she aruges. 

"I'm not fucking playing her. Aren't you guys supposed to be smart? Let's say I DID go along with it, and she finds out, and she fucking tells the world, isnt that WORSE than just marrying her on a whim and getting a divorce the next day?" I ask, feeling like I'm the only sane one on this call. 

"We get her to sign an NDA" My lawyer Jerry chimes in on the screen and I grumble. "She wont be allowed to discuss anything other that was is approved by us to the public." he adds. 

I shake my head. "No." I say. 

"Think about it Tucker..." Margaret says as she looks at me. "Think of how good it would be for your image....even if it's just for a year....the women will swoon over the romantic love at first sight story...it'll make you even more dreamy..them seeing you as a romantic...just like your character in the show....then...when a year is up and you call it off they're going to swoon again over your broken heart and failed marriage..." Margaret says and I look at her like she's grown eight heads.

"Are you fucking nuts? What are all of you on?!" I look at her and then at the screen.

"And lets say we did that Marg, and then I call it off, then im the BAD guy" I say putting a shot right through her stupid fucking plan.

"Not if we get her to call it off." Jerry adds. 

"We could spin it..." Marg says. "We could say she cheated on you." 

"What the fuck" I mutter and rub my hands over my face.

"You're not going to make her a fucking villain!" I yell, losing my shit. 

This, is what I didnt like about Hollywood. People are fucking ruthless. There wasn't a single publicist or agent or lawyer for stars that was willing to do what it took to make an extra fucking shinny penny. 

"I'm not fucking do it. End of." I say with finality. "I dont give a fuck what you have to say about it, or what the fuck it ends up doing to career, I'm not going to fake a relationship , and then fake a divorce and ruin her fucking life and let the media rip her apart of a fake cheating scandal, you're all fucking going to hell, I hope you know that." I say and push up out of the chair.

"What if she agrees to it?" Marg asks. 

"What? Why the fuck would she agree to that?!" I yell. 

"Money." Marg says. "Well make a deal with her." 

"We can do that." Jerry nods and I huff and rub my hands over my face. 

"Get her to sit down with us. Call her right now." Jerry adds. 

"Jesus christ. " I mutter. 

"I'm not going to ask her to put her life on hold and offer her money like some kind of hooker" I growl. 

"then we'll do it." Jerry says. My agent Scott nodding his head on the screen and Marg nodding hers beside me. 

"Let her decide." Margaret says with a smirk. 

"she's not a gold digger." I tell Marg. I barely knew the girl, but her personality did not give off that kind of vibe. SHE is the one who asked for a divorce. 

"We'll see about that." Jerry my lawyer huffs. "I mean, no prenup Tucker? Really?" he scolds me and I roll my eyes. 

"Just....ask her to come here. So we can talk with her." Margaret says in a calmer voice. 

"Fucking fine." I growl. "But nobody pressures her into shit. If she wants a divorce, she's getting one. If she wants....whatever bullshit it is that you all promise her...then...fine...but the second you start to try and push her." 

"got it." Margaret says. "Go call her, we'll wait." She smiles with victory as I shake my head, grabbing my cell phone and walking to my bedroom.

I dial the number on the note she left. 

"Hello?" she answers and I smile at the cute confusion in her voice. I think about her last night, how fucking cute she was, how hot she was, how funny, and wild, and down right fucking dirty she was. 

"Listen creep, I can hear you breathing" she says with the no nonsense attitiude , the same scolding I got when I asked her if I could video her with me and the guys. That was a big fucking no. Something about she was down to be a slut for a night, but not for a lifetime on the internet. 

"It's me, your husband" I say and then hear silence. 

"Oh." she pauses then laughs. "hey idiot." 

I feel the side of my mouth lift with a half smile as she continues to talk.

"I know we said till death...but are you ready to kick this marriage to the curb?" she asks and I hear whispers in the background and her whispering "be quiet" to whoever is talking. 

"Who's that?" I ask. 

"Who's who?" she asks. 

"Who are you talking to you?" I ask. 

"Oh...my friends....they say...hi." she says and I smile, remembering the two girls that were with her last night. 

"Tell them I'm sorry that they werent at the wedding." I say and Sailor laughs. 

"Yeah, I'll tell them." she says. "So...how do we do this? Do we just go down to the court house?" she asks. "I can meet you there....if you tell me where to go." 

"How about, I have a driver pick you up? Bring you here. To my place." I say.

"ummmmm, why would we go to your place?" she asks and I smile to myself. 

"My publicist is here....and I'm on a zoom call with my agent and my lawyer , they..uhh..I dont know, they want to talk to you." I say.

"ummm, why do I feel like Im being called to the principals office?" she aks and I laugh.

"Can you come?" I ask. 

"In more ways than one hubs." she says. My dick jumps at that response. 

"You sure can." I say with a slight groan in my voice. She laughs. 

"I'll text you the address to my motel. I can be ready in ten." she says.

"Alright." I say.

"See you soon hubs." she says and ends the call.