Summary: Lucas Scott is Hollywood's hottest actor and playboy. At 24 all of his movies go straight to the top of the box office and he has an Oscar under his belt. He is famous for attending every hot event and hooking up with all of the hottest starlets. Can a chance meeting with a young girl who has snuck into a party change his bad boy ways eventually?

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Late June, Young Hollywood party at the Playboy Mansion:

You like to be seen
At every party at the Playboy Mansion
Fun, sad
I know I gotta draw the line
You wanna be in the flashes of light
Holding me tight
With your phony laugh
I guess you gotta be photographed

"Lucas over here," a photographer yelled. He turned and flashed his pearly whites, linking his fingers with the blonde bombshell he brought for the night.

It was the same thing every time Lucas attended one of these events. He would stand outside with his date for the evening and take a few photographs before heading inside to drink himself silly. It really was a repetitive routine, but one Lucas never seemed to tire of. He liked being famous and having girls throw themselves at him wherever he went. He never got bored because it seemed to be someone new every night. No one had yet to tame the party boy, although all had tried. He was ready for a drink so he leaned into his date.

"Let's go inside Paris," he said and pulled on her hand.

She smiled, but through gritted teeth spoke back. "Lucas, a few more pictures. They want to see you and the publicity is good."

This bitch was really starting to get on his nerves. "You're the one looking for publicity, baby. I already have enough. Don't you tire of this shit? You've been photographed with every guy with a dick here," he said and pulled away from her. He knew she would follow, they all do.

He walked into the house and was served a beer immediately. He scanned the crowd and gave his polite smiles to producers, directors, and actors alike. He hated them all. They were worthless pieces of shit and every one of them, himself included, were fake. Finally he spotted a face that didn't make him cringe and headed over.

"Nathan Scott, big time NBA player is actually gracing us with his presence tonight. What do we owe the pleasure," Lucas joked as he bumped knuckles with his cousin.

"I figured I'd give the cameras something decent to look at, instead of your fucked up face for the night," Nathan joked back. "Who's the lucky lady tonight or are you actually single for the night?"

"Paris," Lucas said with no enthusiasm in his voice. He needed a challenge and she sure as hell was not one.

"Don't tell me you are actually going to fuck her Luke. She is a walking STD," Nathan said disgusted.

"Nah. But I'll at least let her go down on me," Lucas smirked back.

"You are fucking sick. Speak of the whore, I mean devil," Nathan said and walked away.

You can say it's real
But I know where's it's at

"Lucas there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," Paris said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He let her kiss him, but only briefly.

"You ready to get the fuck outta here. We made an appearance, but I'm ready to bail."

"You wanna come back to my place? You have no idea the things I want you to do to me," she said and kissed up his neck.

He wasn't going to fuck her; he had already made his mind up about that. He was just really annoyed and stressed out about the movie audition and needed some type of release. "How about we just go find a room and you can do something for me," he said as he intertwined his hands with hers and walked to the back room. He bumped knuckles with Nathan and laughed when he told him to wrap that shit up.

Lucas laid his head back as she went down on him. Damn this bitch really had an amazing mouth; too bad her voice annoyed the shit out of him. He closed his eyes and brought his hand to the back of her head. His finger intertwined with her hair and he guided her head at the pace he wanted. He would hold down until she was practically gagging and then let her come up for air. He knew it wouldn't take long for his release. The sooner the better because he just wanted to get the hell out of here.

When he finished he stood up and put himself back together. She stood up and tried to pull him back down with her, but he stopped that.

"Come on Lucas. I did you and now it's my turn. You have no idea how bad I want you," she said as she tried to unbutton his shirt.

He didn't want to be mean, but he just wasn't into this girl. He was about to say something to be polite and bail when she opened her mouth.

"I could love you Lucas Scott. We could be great together. The media would go crazy and your career could skyrocket."

Just don't tell me that
You were gonna love me
I don't wanna hear it, baby
You don't gotta tell me that
It's gonna be your last lie
No baby, I won't go for that

Lucas scoffed. Okay this girl was going to be the clingy type and they hadn't even had a full, proper type. He knew the nice card wasn't going to work. She would cling and bother him all of the time. He had been down this road one too many times. The only way to end this was to be mean. He didn't like to do it, but he did not want this girl to be around for long.

"Look this was fun, but it's not going anywhere. I'm not looking for a relationship. I just needed someone to come here with and get me off. So thanks, but no thanks," he said as he grabbed his jacket and left, leaving her clearly shocked into silence on the couch.

"Brooke Penelope Davis it is Friday night and we just graduated college. Get your ass off the couch and lets go," Haley said as she pleaded with her best friend. They had both just graduated from UCLA and were renting a gorgeous house in Hollywood, thanks to their wealthy parents.

They had been best friends since the day that they met. Brooke was outgoing and sarcastic and Haley was the smart party girl. They did everything together. Brooke loved Haley, but lately all her best friend wanted to do was go out. Don't get her wrong, she loved to go out, but she liked to stay in and have relaxing nights too. Tonight was one of those nights, but her best friend was hell bent into sneaking into the Playboy Mansion and being able to meet Nathan Scott. She had had a crush on him for the past four years.

Brooke wasn't really into that scene. She loved Hollywood, but hated all the fake people. All everyone seemed to do was sleep with everyone else, do drugs, and get drunk. She hated fake people. The last fake person she had let in was her ex-boyfriend. They were so in love, or so she thought until she found him in bed with one of her sorority sisters. That was nearly a year ago and Brooke hadn't been with anyone since. Haley tells her that it is unhealthy all the time, but who is she to talk. She fantasizes about an NBA player that she will probably never meet.

"Haley why do you wanna meet him so bad. I'm sure once you meet him that fantasy will be ruined. He is probably nothing but a playboy like his douch-bag cousin."

"The same cousin whom you own everyone of his movies. The same one that you fantasize about bitch," Haley said and stood in front of Brooke, with her hands on her hips.

"Fantasy and reality are two different things. He's a great actor, but I'd rather not ruin my image of him. You read all the papers as much as I do and I have no interest in meeting the real Lucas Scott," Brooke said in protest.

"I don't give a shit. Get up and lets go. You owe me this after I had to spend all last night with your parents while you avoided coming home," Haley used as a last resort.

Brooke huffed. She did owe her friend. "Fine, but this is the last time and if we get arrested for breaking and entering we are no longer friends."

Haley pulled her into an embrace and squeeled, "Thanks Brookie."

"Whatever. I'm going to get ready," Brooke said and scowled the whole way to the bathroom. She wasn't going to be able to sneak into a party with sweatpants, but she certainly wasn't going to dress to impress a bunch of fake people either. 'Stupid Haley and her celebrity crap' Brooke thought to herself as she climbed into the shower.

Okay so this is a story I'm toying with. Let me know what you think or if I should continue. I have another story to finish too and I apologize for my lack of updates, but it will get better. I graduate college in 3 weeks and then I'll be able to write more. If you like it I'll continue and if not then I won't. Thanks!!