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had the upper hand. Having him pound me on a regular basis was only a perk
and something I gave him, not the other way around.

 
    I
realized I had grown ruthless when it came to my aspirations. It only took me
seven months until I got the hang of things and left my assistant job to take a
job as a full-fledged agent at a small boutique talent company. I still stayed
in touch with Mason, his connections were too good to lose and his cock was too
thick to forget about. But I kept it at that, always keeping my emotions
separate from my goals.

 
    Another
year goes by and I save enough to open my own agency. By now, I had built an
impressive client roster, boasting A-list up and coming talent that was netting
me at least $100,000 a gig. I was finally making it and my own agency was
running on its feet in less than a month. People were suddenly saying my name
left and right. "Have you seen the clients that Blair Stone represents?
Literally, like the hottest guys in the business, and the girls are stunning.
They are not only gorgeous but they have incredible talent!"

 
    This
success also brought on envy, especially from Mason. I was no longer the young,
naïve girl who he thought he was taking advantage of with no strings attached.
Instead, I was the powerful woman who started flipping the tables and stealing
his spotlight.

 
    The
last straw between Mason and I was when about ten of his most successful
clients dropped him and came over to my agency. This sent him over the edge,
starting a smear campaign in hopes of ruining my reputation and bringing me
down; back to the little moldable girl he thought I was. Joke was on him though
when people began praising me even more. Mason Cooper was starting to just
collect dust on the shelf of Hollywood has-beens.

 
     I
loved hearing that amongst the industry. It meant that my clients were valuable
and it wasn't long until I started seeing the benefits. Bookings were through
the roof and my bank account was quickly climbing beyond what I had even
expected. Soon, everything was just the way I wanted it to be. I was the
happiest I had ever been, especially when I would drive into work and park my
brand new Bentley. Life was perfect, I felt as if nothing could bring me down.
And boy was I wrong.
     

 
    CHAPTER
2

 
    It
was April, and the weather was perfect as always. Not a cloud in the sky, with
a light breeze rolling through. The perfect day to forget about work and just
lay out by the pool. I called my assistant and told him to only roll over calls
that were absolutely urgent; I was talking about the type of “Holy Shit!!
Lindsay Lohan just ate ten crack brownies” type of
urgent. I then decided I hadn't gone to the Chateau Marmont in a few weeks and felt as though I needed some R&R, surrounded by only the
fellow rich and famous.

 
    On
the way there, my phone started to ring. I checked the caller id and noticed a
number that seemed vaguely familiar; I just couldn't pinpoint exactly where it
was from. My incompetent assistant
probably connected me to a call about how Pitt was given a ham sandwich instead
turkey. And here I thought I could forget about work for a day.

 
    "Hello,
you've reached Blair, who's this?"
     
    "Blair,
wow I almost forgot what you sound like. It's Mason !
How's everything going?"

 
    Mason? As in Mason Cooper? As in the man who helped me reach
the top of the entertainment industry food chain? I stopped talking to him when
he tried that whole ruining my reputation thing by writing on different blogs and going on the interview circuit, saying how I
slept my way to the top and had no real idea of what I was doing. His steely
blue eyes may have gotten him far, but they couldn't disprove the talent that I
kept in my roster. My name was written in gold and Hollywood wasn't changing it
that easily. So why the fuck was he calling me?

 
    "Mason.
It certainly has been a long time. Unfortunately, I still remember exactly what
your voice sounds like.