The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story Novels & Stories

At the end of each session, they would wind down and sit side by side watching the sunset over the mountains or sinking into the sea. He longed to hold her, kiss her and make her his but apart from her giving him a spontaneous hug now and then as well as the odd kiss on the cheek he had to force himself to keep his hands off her. After her meeting with Sandra and Julie, he had managed to get her out the back of the offices away from the paparazzi and they had headed into the town centre and the huge glass building that held the offices of the Gallagher/Lombardy Brothers. The Irish/American, Italian/American brothers were all related through marriage and they managed many huge celebrities on

so regret is not on her words right now, but on the other hand, she realizes she didn't even regret it really as she likes it, then she's gonna poke on her tthoughts'sthe hell is happening to her thoughts anyway? Brittany Alister who also known as Brittany Parker is a famous model, a famous social influencer who is known for her beautiful face and almost perfect body is an Agent. A Famous agent x in her field of work, she can rip off your neck easily without you even noticing you are dead, and was now known for her new assign mission being a slave of the famous Mafia King who has famously created the society for the LGBTQ community, the Black Angel Society she owns is clean but her other bus

"I'm just a winner of the first battle. I'm far away from being famous." "Do you want to become a star? My agent admires you after watching your competition. You are talented and she will be more than happy to take you in," Eva suggested with a grin. Hazel poked at her forehead and said, "Eva, I remember that you have made a lot of trouble in the entertainment circle. You once splashed red wine on the sponsor's shirt, hit Mr. Xu's penis and the head of Mr. Zhang. If your agent knows that I'm with you, she will decide to destroy the contract immediately."

"Do you want to tell me how in the hell did the press get a hold of sensitive information but was only supposed to be put under lock and key?" "I don't know Jimmy sent it. That's why I sent the post out on my I*******m. I didn't feel like shooting a video and Jimmy had advised me not to take a video and reprimand the people who posted all those articles about you and me because bit would be bad for my image. " " You tell me that I don't like your agent. The truth is I don't like your agent because he's too blessed us and his girlfriend works for three of the publications that went public about her private life do you ever watch what you say when you're talking to your agent?

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

"Rather than blatant exposure, they want to raise doubts. They want the general public to doubt every aspect. "Precisely,"Jett confirmed, his eyes hard. "And they're not going to stop there. In order to paint me as a serial commitmentphobe, my agent allegedly fabricated stories about previous relationships and shopped around some old, unflattering pictures of me. Scarlett paced her tiny workspace.

"Okay ... okay ... I get it, jeez, you're such a fangirl, you said that about all the actors who stayed at my cottage ... I don't mind the rent money, honey, six months sounds like a dream, I'll even throw in a discount if I have to ... so what do I have to do to secure the contract with His Majesty the Ultimate Fantasy Boyfriend John Brady The Humble Actor a.k.a mythical creature?" "Oh God ... you're so going to love this guy! I'm sending you the requirements to your email as we speak! We're bidding this with four other agents, Sandy, it's not a sure deal but keep your fingers crossed, let's hope fate is on our side!" and she ended it with a scream of excitement that made Sandy pulled away

And this wasn't necessarily a bad thing for her. Angela Graham—what a sensational Internet celebrity. Her life had been full of ups and downs. And on top of that, she had once been entangled with someone like Dexter, a man born into privilege and admiration. Her story alone could fill an entire book. As Jennifer was lost in thought, her phone rang. She picked it up with one hand. "Hello? Speak fast." It was her agent, Shauna Armstrong. "Jennifer, are you seriously planning to use this as a publicity stunt? This could backfire badly. If they find out later, we'll be in serious trouble! We're talking about Dexter and Angela here!" Shauna sounded deeply uneasy—she was terrified.

Something that I had even forgotten about. Jeez, this girl is crazy. I wanted to slap her hand away but at the same time I wanted her to dwell on it because this would definitely be the last time I would be kissing her. So she should enjoy it while it lasts. This human, Yvette, was a catastrophe. She was a noisy, irate, unruly human who— I won't forget ate greasy food on my expensive furniture and wore absurd glasses. The very thing I hated most about this contemporary world was that she was a star agent, and star agents can be hunters of secrets. The secrecy I had fostered for centuries was constantly in danger because I must do everything in my power from her knowing anything further about

He greeted and entered inside "So now I called you here to discuss my plans. I'm going to crash their wedding and stop it from happening." I told the guy "It doesn't make sense." He pointed out "So you mean I'm senseless?" I yelled at him "No that's not what I mean. Just imagine disgracing yourself by crashing the wedding with reporters around. You won't be able to walk in the streets of LA again. You'd be a laughing stock." The agent guy stressed "But what is it to you if I become a laughing stock? That's what I'd do." I stubbornly refused