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  Famous

  The Power of Three Love Series

  Leigh Lennon

  Famous

  Copyright @2019 Leigh Lennon

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  Contents

  About Famous, The Power of Three Love Series

  Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Epilogue

  Bonus Epilogue

  Other Books by Leigh Lennon

  What I’ve Learned

  It Takes a Village!

  About the Author

  Please stalk Leigh Lennon on Social Media

  About Famous, The Power of Three Love Series

  Cami

  Who knew I would love to be with two men, at the same time? I never did, until I tried it. Now, it was in my blood. But when one of our partners walked away, Dane and I were left searching for the man who could complete us. When a cocky actor entered our life, we understood he didn’t do commitment. But he kept resurfacing. He wanted us and we wanted another man. One night in return for seven dates. If this wasn't a recipe for disaster, could we show him that life could be complete with the three of us together?

  Dane

  I loved my wife more than anything, but our needs and desires were not vanilla and we craved more. The famous actor who kept appearing everywhere we were, turned out to be my kryptonite—an as**hole. More so, he immediately saw Cami for the true gem she was. Will he give into what our touch, our words and our presence in his life, does to him, the second we're all together?

  Miles

  I fell years ago for two people and loved them without abandon. But, in my business, you couldn't hold onto a secret long and it was splashed across the front page. Twenty years ago the world was not ready for three people loving each other—it barely was now. After a loss so deep it left me a shell of a man, I never gave into my desire for a forever. I was built to be alone. I have one and dones and I never stay around for a second date. Yet, the cocky lawyer and his drop dead gorgeous wife, have made it almost impossible to walk away.

  For anyone and everyone who colors outside the lines—it’s okay! Embrace it!

  As Always—To My Mom

  I wish you could give me a hard time for the sexy scenes. You probably would have skipped them and that would have been okay. But, you would have been my number one fan. I miss you everyday.

  Playlist

  Bruno Mars, “It Will Rain”

  Charlie Puth, “The Way I Am”

  Demi Lovato, “Tell Me You Love Me”

  Ed Sheeran, “Galway Girl”

  Ed Sheeran, “Photograph”

  Edwin McCain, “I’ll Be”

  Interpol, “No I in Threesome”

  James Arthur, “Falling Like the Stars”

  James Smith, “Tell Me That You Love Me”

  Margo Price, “Weakness”

  Sam Outlaw, “Trouble”

  Sam Smith, “Lay Me Down”

  Sheryl Crow, “Stay at Home Mother”

  Stevie Nicks, “Landslide”

  Tears For Fears, “Everybody Wants to Rule the World”

  The Clash, “The Right Profile”

  The Infamous Stringdusters, “Gravity”

  The Lumineers, “Ho Hey”

  The Spice Girls, “Wannabe”

  The Temper Trap, “Sweet Disposition”

  Turnpike Troubadours, “Old Time Feeling (Like Before)”

  Prologue

  Twenty Years Ago

  Miles

  “Do you know the fuck storm you’ve just created for me?”

  My short and obese manager could barely stand without wheezing. This was part of my own poetic justice when I stood to meet this asshole’s scowls while I cackled in his face. It was my turn to ask the most obvious question. “You know how much money I’ve made you, Bart.” In five years, I’d made quite the name for myself and earned more money than most would ever see in a lifetime. I wouldn’t let this man get a rise out of me. His success was linked to mine, and as I was only twenty-one years old, he had to see many more years of cashing in on my stardom.

  “You’re fucking stupid, you know this, right? The world is not ready for their on-screen heartthrob to be getting it on with not just one but two men.”

  I shrugged my shoulders in my normal “I don’t give a fuck” sort of stance, especially with Bart Buffler. “I like who I like. If it helps, I love girls just as much as the men.” For good measure, I winked at the disgusting slob, and his face reddened. If I looked close enough, steam might be coming from his ears.

  He didn’t find the humor in this as my lawyer, Tom, sandwiched himself between me and my fat fuck of an agent. It occurred to me as I stared at the fine ass of my lawyer that I’d take Tom any day of the week.

  I could say one thing about Bart Buffler. As much as I’d made him good money, the fat son of a bitch made me more than enough to live on comfortably for years.

  “Listen,” Tom began, “Mr. Sterling has done nothing wrong. As far as his contract goes, there’s no justification to release him. There’s nothing legal you can do. If you want to be done with Mr. Sterl
ing, then so be it. I have five other agents on speed dial ready to sign him, if you decide you no longer want to represent him.”

  Ah, Tom was not only hot as hell, he was as smart as they come.

  Bart all but ignored my lawyer even though I couldn’t. Yeah, my goal was to drown my sorrows tonight balls deep in him. I chuckled at the thought, though the hurt those fuckers heaped on me twisted like a knife wedged in my heart. It was more; if I was left to my dark thoughts of abandonment, my stomach hardened, my lungs constricted to the point it was hard to breathe and my throat tightened. I knew where to hide, in the arms of meaningless relationships. It was all I’d ever have, moving forward.

  “What do you have to be giggling about like you’re a girl?” His sneer gave me a warning his next words would cause me to lose my shit, which I seldom did. “But I guess we now know there’s a fairy living inside you.”

  My lawyer’s hand reached for my shoulder, and I coveted his touch. I think I needed some comfort only my lawyer could give me.

  Bart cleared his throat in preparation for his next words. “Listen, Miles, you’ve done wonders for me, but I stand firm on this—you will apologize. The two men you thought you loved have already tucked their tails and summed it up as being young and dumb—and you need to dispel rumors you’re gay.”

  I sat down, my hands over my head. “I’m not gay, Bart.”

  He threw the newspaper at me. “The headlines beg to differ.”

  “Yeah, I’m into men, and I won’t do what those two scared fucks did. I won’t ever apologize for being who I am! But I’m not gay. I’m bisexual.” In my heated reply, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the office window. Denying my sexuality would be like denying my blonde hair or blue eyes. It was as much a part of me as every feature of my body.

  He threw his arms in the air. “You say that as if it’s any better.”

  I stood quickly, walking to the door. “It’s who I am.” I left peacefully because getting mad wouldn’t change the situation. I’d always take a stand, being proud of my sexuality. I left my lawyer to deal with him, though I didn’t actually leave. I waited in the hallway for the details. My head of security, Apollo, stuck close to me, preparing me for the shitstorm outside. The press was hell-bent on hanging me out to dry even though they’d loved me since I started the business five years ago as a child superstar. One day, same sex marriages would be permitted. One day, polyamorous relationships would be accepted. I wasn’t sure when, but I wouldn’t give up fighting for how I wanted to live my life.

  My lawyer’s voice rose as he crossed the threshold of the door and slammed it behind him. His slight touch when he approached had me aching for more.

  “Wanna get out of here?” His wink was all the indication I needed to know we both wanted the same thing. But I was nothing if not direct.

  “I’ve known you for years, Tom. You’ve never shown any interest.”

  His bright green eyes broadened with his smile shining through his face. He raked his hand through his thick jet-black hair, his eyes reaching my own, and then he cupped my chin tenderly.

  “Miles, I may have known you for years, but I needed you to get to a decent age. I am, after all, quite a bit older than you.”

  A deep chuckle bolted from my lips. “I don’t think eight years is robbing the cradle, Counselor.” Now, I was out-and-out flirting. I reached for his hand, and he lifted it to his mouth, kissing it.

  “I don’t do long-term, kid? Got it?” Well, hell, after what those two fucks did to me—neither did I.

  “Yeah, I got it.” I fell in love with my co-stars. And having them denounce me was bad enough, but then they denounced who they were, and to me, that was worse. If you can’t be yourself in this world, then who are you?

  “Miles,” Apollo, my main bodyguard, called out to me. “You both ready for this shitshow?”

  “My house?” I asked. Knowing him, it’d be easier for him to slip out after I fucked him long enough to alleviate the hurt living deep in my heart.

  “Yeah, kid, works well for me.”

  “Okay, Counselor.”

  Leaning in, he gave me a sweet kiss. “Do me a favor. You’re not my client at this moment, so call me Tom.”

  In the years I’d known my lawyer, I’d barely ever called him Tom. From the moment he represented me when my first role landed me in the spotlight, I’d teased him by always calling him Counselor.

  I leaned in this time, giving him a kiss. “Sure, Tom, but this is about as sweet as I get.”

  “I’m counting on it, kid.” And him calling me kid was a turn-on in and of itself.

  As we made our way out to the town car, the paparazzi crowded along the sidewalk. “What’s next, Miles? Your co-stars have deemed you a mistake, a lapse in judgement.” My publicist, who was dealing with a family emergency, would string me up by my balls on a flagpole for what I was about to say. I had promised her I’d play nice, but I had to set the record straight. Tom knew me well enough that he shook his head, his eyes imploring me to stay quiet. I couldn’t or maybe I wouldn’t let this question go without giving the most honest answer.

  “Are you asking me if I regret being with those men or just being with a man at all?”

  One reporter who always had been fair with all my stories was the one I directed my question to.

  “I guess both?” he countered.

  “The easy answer is I like men. I like women. I’ll be with whoever I’m attracted to. Now, for the men you’re asking me about—fuck yeah, I regret them. I thought they were different. The second they got a little heat for being with me, they folded like a cheap card table. But let me be clear, I’ll walk away from my career before I compromise the man I am. And if Hollywood doesn’t like the fact that I love both cock and pussy, then sayonara, fuckers.”

  1

  Dane

  Knowing your life was predestined to include more than one soul mate was an odd awareness. The second my boyfriend and I met Cami, I’d known. I couldn’t turn off my bisexuality, but I had dated this man for two years, and I was happy. I’d thought Levi was my future until Cami flew into our lives and drank a few too many screwdrivers one night. We took her back to our house, but only to make sure no one would take advantage of her. When she woke the next morning, she’d walked in on Levi and me making love. And from that moment, after she sobered up, Cami was a part of us.

  Yet life never worked out the way you dreamed it would, not when you’re in the midst of it. I’d thought we’d grow old together, but Cami and I were eight years older than Levi. When we wanted more, a deep commitment with a picket fence and a couple of kids to call us Daddy and Mommy, Levi wasn’t ready for any of it. He let us go, and we respected him. We couldn’t force a life on the man, knowing there was a possibility he’d come to resent us, or the children we wanted so desperately.

  But we’d stumbled across another man, one who wanted a forever with us—until he didn’t. The man we’d simply called Jack left us shattered, along with our eldest daughter who cried for him for weeks.

  That was two years ago, and it was time to take a chance again. But we weren’t sure we could handle falling in love with someone else, only for him to walk away and leave us heartbroken again.

  All these thoughts swirled through my mind, reveling in the memories we’d just made in New York. It had always been our place—my and Cami’s. It was the city of healing and new beginnings. We came here after Levi let us go to start our family. This was the beginning of a tradition, a metamorphosis of sorts. And we were never upset with Levi because he was so young at the time.

  When Jack had come into our lives, we all took a trip together—here. It was the start of something new. And this was where he’d committed to us. It was a memorable trip. I’d like to say the monuments, museums, and Broadway were our highlights. We did a little of the New York experience, but hell, all I remember was the sex. And there was a ton. We even broke the bed.

  When Cami was pregnant with Maggie, the thre
e of us came here to celebrate, though Jack never wanted to be considered a dad to her as we had hoped he’d be. We knew he couldn’t have kids soon after we became a committed triad, but we still wanted him to be a father to our child.

  I planned a trip to New York when Cami was pregnant with Bridget, our second child, but at that fork in the road, we could see our life with Jack was on borrowed time. Shortly after her birth, Jack left, saying he was never whole enough for us. We had been together for several years, and his absence was a void that took a long time to get over.

  We continued the tradition with New York being our destination when our life experienced immense changes. We left for New York with a two-year-old and a newborn, and it was where I pieced both Cami and myself back together when we grieved for Jack like he had died.

  But this trip was about a new chapter in our lives. We were made to be a part of a threesome, and now, after a couple of years, we were ready to forge forward. Having this time, just the two of us, gave us the opportunity to delve into what a triad would look like now with children to consider. Some might fault us for this, and though we were first and foremost parents, we both had needs. And we knew we could juggle all of it, even if it wasn’t conventional.