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...
Tyler yawned as he dropped his bag on the queen-sized bed he would be sleeping on for the next two weeks while his parents finalized their plans for The Black Rose, their new venture. Why the Camdens, who were already successful in film, music and other forms of entertainment, felt it necessary to open the first of what were planned to be many five-star hotels in the heart of Las Vegas, Tyler could not understand. But, as usual, when his dear mother wants something, she gets it. His father never told the woman no, no matter how outlandish her desire.
“But why’d I have to come? I hate Vegas,” Tyler moaned, dropping face first onto the bed.
“Because you’re too young to stay home alone for so long.”
“Aww, c’mon, younger than me-”
“Are in rehad right now because their parents were too busy partying to raise them.” His father smiled as he placed Tyler’s suitcase on the floor. “Plus, your mother wants you here. This is important to her, okay?”
Tyler groaned. “I know.” He reached for his bag and zipped it open. “When she an’ Kay an’ Brade gonna be here?”
His father looked at his watch. “About two hours.”
“Think mom’s plan’ll work?”
“Of course it will. Your brother and Braden have been too close for too long to let a misunderstanding come between them.”
“You sure about that?” Delilah asked from the doorway. “Kay seemed pretty adamant that he’d rather not even look in his general direction.”
His father turned to her, his expression a bland of sadness and anger. “Try to be optimistic, Delilah. They just need time to talk things out.”
“Optimism isn’t going to fix it. Kalen’s stubborn as shit and there’s no way he’s just gonna decide to let go of his delusions.”
“Perhaps if you and Tyler hadn’t drunk yourselves into a stupor, none of this would’ve happened.”
“I’m sorry but what? Are you blaming me?”
“As a matter of fact, yea, I am.”
“Un-fucking-believable! I do nothing wrong and everyone finds a way to lay this shit on me!”
“You did sleep with he best friend.”
“Not that its any of your business,” she spat, waving a finger in his face. “But me and Kay weren’t seeing each other when-”
“You still did it. What’d you think would happen when-”
“Stop!” Tyler screamed, jumping off the bed. “Both of you. Dad, its not Lilah’s fault. Kay’s overreacted and is too pigheaded to admit it. And Dee, Dad has a point. You did fuck Brade and keep it from Kay.”
“No, I don’t… I’m not blaming you. I’m blaming Kay. It’s his fault and we all know it. So please, don’t you two fight, too. There’s enough bullshit going on.” He looked out the window and sighed. “I’m sick of all the fights.”
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Tyler wandered the upper rooms of The Black Rose, bored and homesick. After Delilah and his father had agreed to disagree, he had excused himself and headed for the top floor, which was not yet opened to the public. He wanted to be alone for a while; there was always some kind of drama when someone else was around and he had to get away from it all, if only for an hour.
As he passed by the last room movement inside caught his attention. He stopped and peeked inside. Two boys, fifteen or sixteen he guessed, were pressed against a girl who looked about their age. They were naked and sweaty and so into each other they did not seem to notice him. He felt his organ stiffen and press against his jeans. Instinctively he reached down and rubbed himself and let out a low moan.
The girl looked over and smiled. He blushed and jumped out of sight.
“No need to be shy, cutie,” she said as she stepped into the hall.
“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered as he tried not to look at her perfect breasts that heaved with every breath she took. “I didn’t mean-”
“To enjoy yourself?” She grabbed his hardness and squeezed. “Its okay, baby. Why don’t you join us?”
“No, I, uh…”
“I insist.” She undid his jeans and pulled them down around his ankles, freeing his flesh from its confines. “Hmm…” She stroked him, making him harder.
“No, please, I-”
“What’d you find, Nadia?” One of the boys called from inside.
“A new toy,” she called back. “But I think this one’ll take some convincing.”
“Well,” the boy said as he stepped into the hallway. “I think that can be arranged.” He grabbed Tyler by the arm and dragged him inside while Nadia closed and locked the door behind them.
“Please,” Tyler begged, scared, “let me go, please!”
“We will,” the second boy, lying on the bed, said. “Once we’re through with you.”
“Through with… No! No! Please!”
“Shh, shh, it’ll be alright, Tyler,” Nadia said, running her fingers through his hair.
“Oh, don’t be surprised. You’re Tyler fucking Camden. The world knows who you are. And lusts after that tight little ass of yours.”
“Oh, God, no…”
“Oh, God, yes,” she said, squeezing his hard flesh again. “And don’t try denying it either. We all saw you watching us. We know you want this.”
“I’m, I’m sorry… I, no, don’t…”
“Now, now, now, don’t be like that. We’re all friends here.”
“Friends? I don’t even know you!”
“I’m Nadia, that there,” she pointed to the boy on the bed, “is Henri and the cutie with his hand on you is Clarke. There, we’ve met. Now get on the bed.”
“Actually,” Clarke said, pushing him face first onto the bed, “it’s fuck you.” He grabbed his jeans and wrangled them the rest of the way off as Henri ripped his shirt off.
“Oo, nice,” Henri said, sliding his hands up and down Tyler’s back. “Nice and smooth.” He grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and flipped him onto his back. “Tasty.”
Clarke slid between Tyler’s legs. “Wonder if he’s still a virgin?”
Tyler’s stomach flipped and he though he would throw up. He swung his foot up and cracked Henri’s head then brought it down and got Clarke. He scrambled to get away but was grabbed by Nadia and thrown against the wall.
“Not cool, little dude,” Henri said, shaking his head as he walked over. “Not cool at all.” He grabbed Tyler by the back of his neck and led him to the dresser, bent him over it. “Now you need to be taught a lesson.”
Tyler tried to push him off but Henri had him pinned from behind and Clark held him down from the other side. Henri slid his hardness against him, pressed against his untouched opening.
“Please, don’t do this.”
He felt Henri enter him and cried out, scared and ashamed. “Damn, this boy’s tight. Bet he never even had a finger.” Henri slid in a bit more. Tyler squirmed against him, desperate to get away. “Oh, yea!” He went deeper. Tyler screamed.
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“… and if you pulled your head outta your ass, you’d see that!” Braden was fuming as the words fell from his lips.
“I cannot believe I’m stuck listenin’ to your mouth for another hour!” Kalen was tired of the argument that had been on repeat since the night he had seen his former best friend stumble out of Delilah’s room. “I should’ve thrown your ass out the moment I realized you were here.”
“That’s it, man. Once we get there, I’m on the first ride back. I can’t believe I actually wanted to work shit out. You’re nothin’ but a selfish, whoring asshole.”
“One to talk considering you fucked my girlfriend.”
“Get over it already. You two were over when me an’ her hooked up.”
“And the second time?”
“There was no second time! How many times I have to say-”
“None. Cause no matter how many times you say it, I won’t buy it.”
“So why’re you still with her? If you’re so sure I gave it to her, why you still-”
“Cause she’s my Delilah. The girl I’m gonna be with till the end. No matter what she does, I’ll forgive her.” He pushed back the lump in his throat as he swallowed the rest of the truth. And I’m fucking jealous as hell. He slumped back in his seat. “You, though… I can’t.”
Braden shook his head slowly. “Then I’m done asking.”
- TO BE CONTINUED -