Captive Films: Season One

On one hand, we’re sad they aren't going to be together. On the other hand, that delicious man is still very single, based on this photo of him sandwiched between twin pairs of boobs at one of his favorite night clubs.

Rumor has it, he and Captive Films CEO, Riley Johnson, who should definitely be in front of the camera and not behind it, have been seen partying their nights away.





Back to the matter at hand, the official statement:





Keatyn Douglas and her longtime beau Aiden Arrington, owner of Asher Vineyards and Winery, the brand best known for their charitable Moon Wish wine, were engaged in Paris after the worldwide premiere of the hit trilogy, The Keatyn Chronicles, based on their life.





Our sources tell us that, much like the movie which started a trend of top of the Eiffel Tower sunset proposals, the two were engaged at the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset. (Yawn.)

Anywho, we’re told the couple is planning a spring wedding in—you guessed it—Paris.





P.S. We’re not holding our breath for this wedding to actually take place. Not when Knox is single and the two are shooting their raciest love scenes to date. Some even wonder if this "engagement" is an old friend trying to help Keatyn and Knox get back together.

P.P.S. Speaking of Riley Johnson, I'd like to get under him on a casting couch, if you know what I mean. Wink wink.





Wednesday, October 1st

Jennifer’s beach house - Malibu

RILEY





Jennifer is out of breath when she answers the door.

And she’s topless.

Nice.

“You’re finally here!” she says, sweeping me into a hug. “Come out back. Some friends stopped by.”

Friends?

“I thought we were hanging out.”

She stops, turns around on her tiptoes, and kisses me. “We’re leaving. They’ll probably stay for a while. Do you want to swim first? Need a drink?”

“How about both?”

I follow her to the refrigerator. She opens it and lets me grab my only option, Bud Light in a can. I honestly can’t remember the last time I drank beer out of can.

I grab one, open it, and gulp down a flavor that reminds me of college.

Jennifer introduces me to three of her girlfriends, who are also sunbathing topless, and a couple guys in the corner who are smoking a fat joint. The way Jennifer is bouncing around, my guess is she hasn’t partaken.

She yells, “Cannonball!” and flies into the pool, splashing her sunbathing friends.

“Ahh!” they all yell when she comes up laughing.

I decide what the hell and do a cannonball too, knowing my splash will totally drench them.

When I come up, Jennifer is right next to me, laughing at her screaming friends, who have run into the house.

“That was AWESOME!” She pushes me against the side of the pool and kisses me hard, murmuring, “And one way to get rid of them.”

I wrap my arms around her, enjoying the excitement of kissing someone new, particularly someone new and half naked. Jennifer and I didn’t do much last night. We just made out.

It was refreshing.

And I realize I miss the companionship. Just being able to hang out with someone without worrying I’m giving them the wrong impression.

Like Shelby. She called me on the way here and wanted to know why I hadn’t called. I told her I didn’t want to see her anymore. She asked if the article she saw about me and Jennifer was true then had a little meltdown.

Actually, meltdown is a bit of an understatement.

She called me every name in the book. A few I’ve never been called before.

Then, thankfully, she hung up on me.

One less thing to worry about.

Especially now when Jennifer’s lips are on mine.

I float us out to the middle of the pool, wrapping her legs around me, still kissing her.

“Dude, they’re totally going to do it,” I hear from behind us.

Jennifer must have heard them too, because she stops kissing me. “We aren’t going to do it. Grow up. We’re just kissing. And I changed my mind. Get the hell out of my house.”

She gets out of the pool as they grab their things. She locks the door behind them then sits on the edge of the pool, dangling her long legs in the water. I’m ready to pull her back in with me and kiss her boobs. They are on the smaller side. Most girls would want bigger ones, but she’d be a fool. They are cute and perky.

And her nipples are the prettiest pale pink color.

I want one in my mouth.

Now.

“So, sexy, I have some plans for us today.”

“What kind of plans. Besides us not doing it?”

She laughs loudly. “Oh gosh, did I crush that monumentally big ego of yours?”

“I think you heard the gossip wrong. They were talking about my monumentally big dick.”

She giggles and blushes. Although she curses like a sailor, I realize I’ve never heard her use words like that referring to sex.

“You’re funny. I like it,” she says.

This girl is going to need the hard sell. And by hard, for once, I’m not talking about my dick.

I hop out of the pool, immediately choosing to follow her lead. “I haven’t had lunch yet. Is it included in your plans?”