Hollywood Harem follows the lives of Hollywood’s young elite through the ups and down of fame and family life. Led by the charismatic and outrageous Kalen Camden, the group of young celebrities face life’s hardest moments while presenting the face of perfection their fans expect and their detractors attack. They are the future of Hollywood, loving their fame and reveling in their infamy...
“What the hell were you thinking?” Michael Beldin bellowed as he slammed his phone down, cracking the casing, sending tiny shards of plastic flying about. Beldin was the president and CEO of Corrowinn Company and as such could ruin Kalen’s career with a single word.
“’Titties!’” Kalen exclaimed as an impish grin spread across his face. “Followed by ‘oh fuck yea’ and shortly, ‘I’m cumming!’” He giggled as he thrust his hips into the air. “It was a great night.
“I am not amused, Camden.”
“Everyone else is.”
Beldin balled his hands into alabaster fists and slammed them against his polished mahogany desk with enough force Kalen felt the vibrations run through him.
“Don’t get so worked up, Mickey… Careful you don’t pop that three-times-too-small ticker of yours.” Kalen half-frowned as he leaned forward and patted Beldin’s shaking hands. “Breath. Relax.”
“Stop that, you little whore!” He jerked his hands away. “This company will not be dragged into some tawdry sex scandal because you like to stick it to that white-haired harlot during a very public fundraiser! I am tired of you and your, your… harem of drug-addicted sex maniacs.”
“You’re jus’ jealous cause nobody’s rode that baby-dick of yours since Bush Sr made this country his bitch.”
“You disgust me.”
“Missionary disgusts you. There’s no scandal, Mickey. Corrowinn Company’s squeaky clean image is squeakier than ever, Anyway, its not like you and that joyless Board of Dictators offered any support. Fucked up, by the way, considerin’ how much that while-haired harlot has made for this company. Shitloads of it, last count.”
“Whether or not the Board support the organization, you were there representing us. And we do not like how you behaved.”
“Fuck you. I was there representing me. And if I want the world to see me acting like an unrepentant slut who fucks my girl for every camera in L.A. to see, than so be it. You need to stop bein’ an ol’ prude, buzz that sexy little assistant in here and ‘ave her slob on that pre-pubescent sized knob o’ yours. It’d do wonders for your ugly ass disposition.”
Beldin jumped out of his chair and leaned across the desk, his finger in Kalen’s non-impressed face. “Listen to me carefully, Camden. If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will bury you. I don’t give a shit how much you and that group of adolescent miscreants make the stockholders; I will decimate you and your entire circle of immoral sodomites. Understand me, boy?”
Kalen brushed the finger aside as he stood. “Honestly, Mickey, you shouldn’t go around making threats like that. The entire industry knows you’d get dumped long before me. The Board despises you, almost as much as they do me. Difference is I make them mountains of cash. D’ya really think you’d win this pissing contest?”
“I’ll ruin you. By the time I’m done, you won’t find a janitor position in this town.”
“Yea,” Kalen said with a slight nod, “good luck with that.”
- - - -
Lucky opened her eyes slowly, trying vainly to blink away the pounding headache that filled her ear-to-ear. Her hands pressed against the beaten, paint-chipped wall, she pulled herself to her feet and stumbled forward on shaky legs.
As she moved into the next room, where a wobbling ceiling fan creaked as its one barely working bulb blinked on and off with every rotation of the broken blades provided the only source of light, the smell of copper wrinkled her nose; under the copper was a damp, musty smell that brought acid halfway up her throat. She stopped a moment, a hand over her mouth, as she fought back the urge to vomit. As her chest lurched, she realized her body ached all over and she wondered what she did the night before to be in so much pain.
She had no idea where she was or how she had ended up in the strange and dirty room. What the hell did I do? She continued forward, half sliding along the wall, as she struggled to remember anything about the previous night until she came to a partially opened door that lead into a completely dark room.
“Hello?” She called out, her own voice spiking the headache that was threatening to blow into a full-on migraine. “He… Hello?” She squinted hard as she peered into the dark beyond the on and off sliver of light cast from behind her. “Hey, um, anyone?” She stepped forward hesitantly and pushed the door completely open, cringing at the high-pitched creak of the rusted hinges. “Hello?” She asked again as she stepped forward. Her foot hit something slippery and she dropped hard onto the cold, wet floor. “Shit!”
The light from the other room flickered on long enough for her to see someone lying in front of her. With a sigh of relief, she half crawled, half slid over to them and grabbed their shoulder and shook. “Hey, hey, wake up…”
The light flickered again. Lucky jumped back, screaming…
- - - -
“So what really happened with you guys? The three of you head off on tour all fine and happy and come back a Musketeer short.” Crystal stared intently at Delilah, studying every breath and blink. “And now Kalen’s claiming you wrapped your legs around his BFF? I know Braden’s hot an’ all, but even that tight lil’ ass couldn’t possibly steal you from Kay, if even jus’ for one night.” She took a deep hit off the joint before passing to Delilah. “Spill.”
Delilah bit down hard on her bottom lip, turning it a pale white while her fingers twirled her hair into twisted clumps. “Nothin’.” She took three quick hits off the joint. “Me an’ Brade didn’t do anything ‘sides drink.”
“Kay saw otherwise. He claims he saw Brade comin’ out your room fixin’ his pants.”
“Well, he did.” Delilah took another hit.
“And…?” She snatched the joint from Delilah’s lips.
“As in why was he dressin’ himself when he had no reason to be naked in the first place?”
“Like I said, all we did was drink together.”
“And so, what? Shit jus’ get outta hand? Get a little carried away?”
“Hardly,” Delilah said, pushing herself off the leather couch and walking to the mini bar in the corner. “He spilled some vodka on himself and I had his clothes cleaned. Nothing more to it.”
“So why’s Kay got a bug up his ass. Not like him to call bullshit on you. An’ hand me a beer, will ya? Damn cotton-mouth.”
Delilah smiled and pulled a Bud Light from the fridge. “Cause of before their run-in in the hall,” she said, handing Crystal the beer. “An old frenemy met up with us and the evil little shit doesn’t know how to keep his fuckin’ trap shut.”
- - - -
Tyler sat his parent’s blood red leather couch, his head on Braden’s chest, watching aNip/Tuck marathon and eating popcorn out of the bowl on Braden’s lap. It had been months since the two of them had spent any time together and Tyler had been missing his “bonus” big brother. While a part of him felt guilty for remaining loyal to the person Kalen wanted most out of his life, he knew his brother was wrong about what had transpired the night Braden had come out of Delilah’s room half dressed; he knew there was no way Braden could ever betray his best friend.
The only thing that scared Tyler was the thought that Braden would leave again. He looked up at him with a weak smile as the lump formed him his throat and the burning began just behind his eyelids. With Braden gone, it had been hard on Tyler. While he and Kalen had an amazing relationship, he needed them both. Kalen and Braden balanced each other out like perfect soul mates and together they were unstoppable; Tyler depended on that and wished more than anything that Hollywood’s most unusual power couple would reunite and make his world as close to normal as possible.
- - - -
“What’s wrong?” Braden asked, squeezing Tyler’s shoulder, pressing the boy hard against his body. “You look like you’re ‘bout ready to cry, lil bro.”
“You gon’ go away again?”
Braden felt his heart break as the guilt over abandoning Tyler rushed up and through him. While avoiding Kalen was understandable and necessary until the stubborn bastard would accept the truth that nothing happened the night he saw him wandering out of Delilah’s room staying away from Tyler, an innocent bystander in the whole fucked up situation, had been cruel. The boy was family, even without blood between them; the little brother his parents had never given him. While he had been away, he had tricked himself into believing that his disappearing act had not been noticed by anyone, that no one was hurting over his being gone. Seeing the look in Tyler’s water-lined eyes stripped away that selfish illusion.
“I’m so sorry I left, lil bro.” He kissed Tyler’s forehead and hugged him as tight against himself as he could. “I promise I’ll never leave you again.”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. Damn, Ty, I never should’ve let this shit ‘tween me and Kay blow up like this. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just… I don’t get why. We all know you and Delilah would never… I mean, you an’ Kalen are bestest friends, so how could he… how could he think that an’…”
“An’ make you leave…”
“I…” Braden forced back the urge to cry. “While it’s no excuse for me leaving, it was a really fucked up day and some people… they jus’ like to cause trouble.”
“You mean Drake?”