Handsome
Morgan
I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Not just about attending a premier where Creed would have to watch intimate scenes I made with other men, but about Nicole. I hoped and prayed Creed kept his cool. I was also silly enough to hope Nicole could give Creed some closure.
Addie played next to me as my hair and nails were being done. One of Creed’s men was on the balcony and two more were standing outside the suite doors. Melissa was out sightseeing and due back anytime.
Addie watched closely as my makeup was done and had a ton of questions. I heard Creed return and Addie went running for him and they played until Melissa returned and it was time for me to put on my dress.
I got requests from all over the world to wear different designers labels. The dress I chose months ago was from a designer that wasn’t yet well known. I hoped my red carpet appearance in her dress would help her grow her business. She was brilliant and I fell in love with the dress the moment I saw it. It was a floor length blush satin gown with a lace sweetheart bodice. The designs in the lace was a scalloped pattern and it was a shade lighter than the satin on the lower half of the dress. It was timeless and absolutely gorgeous. She was nervously working on the dress all day because our estimate for my weight gain was a little off. I hadn’t gained as much weight on the top as I was hoping. She had to take it in a little bit here and there, but she was able to finish up just in time. I slipped my feet into a pair of light blush scrappy stilettos by Sophia Webster. My jewelry was a classic Harry Winston diamond set on loan to me from a museum in New York. Not even Creed could afford the jewelry I was wearing. In order to showcase the jewelry, my hair was in a loose chignon. I was handed my blush clutch as I left the master suite I had been in all day, and was caught off guard when I looked up and froze. I had to remind myself to breathe when I saw the most handsome man alive wearing a fitted tux I knew was Armani. Creed’s gorgeous eyes met mine after they swept from my feet all the way up.
“Jesus Morgan.” He ran his hand down his face as he studied my body.
I heard Addie and Melissa gasp. “Auntie Morgan is a pwincess.” Addie muttered.
“Your Auntie Morgan was always the prettiest girl in school too.” Melissa tickled her and Addie giggled.
Creed clasped my hands then lowered his lips to my ear. “Its taking everything I have to not shove you back into that bedroom and strip you out of that gorgeous dress.” He whispered then kissed my cheek. I blushed and felt like a school girl once again.
The word dashing didn’t even give Creed justice. He was no longer the bearded and tattooed biker I first met. He was Alistair Creed, special agent and I wanted him again. It was definitely going to be a long night.
Creed stopped at nothing to ensure our safety. He hired our limousine through a security agency and had us followed by his men. Rollins rode in the front seat of our car.
Creed held my hand as we drove toward Grauman’s Chinese Theater in Hollywood. I knew he was dreading it and probably hated the tux, but I appreciated what he was doing more than he knew. I was also very excited. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t wait for the whole world to know that I did indeed have a personal life and that I was deeply in love. I was so proud of him, and I knew I was the luckiest woman on earth to have become his. Creed was far from famous, maybe he would have been if he took the path his father wanted him to take, but I was thankful for his status. I was with a real man. Not one that was fake or starving for attention and money. None of those things mattered to him. He loved Morgan Rossi, the girl from Cold Springs, Indiana. Not the Morgan Rossi that was an A-list actress that was spoiled and entitled like most believed. He would choose the girl that loved baking, gardening, and music over the woman he saw in movies and magazines.
When the car pulled up for our turn to exit, I squeezed Creed’s hand and thanked him. I knew the situation I was taking him into was painful for him. He had no desire whatsoever to be thrust into the spotlight, but he felt I was worth it. He would be spending an entire evening surrounded by the kind of people he detested just for me.
Creed exited first, took a look around like he was clearing the area for safety, buttoned his jacket, then reached one hand down for me. The press was already going insane when I stepped out. Security was pushing people back behind the barriers and I plastered my usual fake smile on my face and looked around at the crowd. Security directed us behind a barrier for our red carpet walk. First, we stopped and posed together for pictures. I could feel Creed stiffen as the lights of the cameras nearly blinded us. I ignored any questions that were yelled out and we did as directed. Eventually, we made it to the press area where we stopped to allow reporters to film us and ask questions.
“Morgan, over here!” I saw Justine Heart, a reporter for a small magazine trying to get my attention. I tended to levitate toward the lesser known, so I chose her for my first interview.
“We are all so relieved to see you finally out in public. I would also like to offer my deepest condolences about the incident you survived but lost your lifelong best friend.” She said.
“Thank you.”
“This movie is projected to break box office records. How do you feel about that after your publicist confirmed your retirement from the entertainment industry?” That was what I appreciated. She didn’t dive straight into my personal life.
“I think its wonderful. It is a beautiful story written by Link Obermeyer and I’m honored the studio chose me for the leading role. I believe both of my last movies will be box office hits and I’m ecstatic my retirement comes off the heel of both of these great movies.”
“Who are you wearing tonight? This dress is phenomenal, and I’m convinced you’ll make the best dressed list.” She asked.
“My dress is by Paulina Gray, and I’m amazed with her work. I have no doubt she will be as famous as my past designers very soon. My shoes are of course by Sophia Webster.”
She smiled as she looked at Creed. “And your handsome date this evening?”
I smiled up at Creed then to Justine. “This is my boyfriend, Alistair Creed, but don’t call him Alistair, you’ll upset him. He goes by Creed.” I teased and Justine giggled.
She moved her microphone to Creed. “Is this a forever kind of thing, and how do you feel about Morgan’s success? You are dating the most desired woman in Hollywood.”
Creed looked down at me and locked eyes with mine. “She’s my world and I’m proud of everything she does. She’s the most kind and loving person I’ve ever been lucky enough to know, and yes, this is a forever kind of thing. As far as her being the most desired woman in Hollywood, no, there is nobody that desires her for the genuine person she is more than me.”
He studied my eyes, and I did his, just before I was directed by a producer to move along.
“Thanks for your time.” I said as I stepped aside to the next reporter. By the time we made it to the last reporters, they had done some research.
Brian Campbell was the reporter who first showed that he did his homework. He asked the usual questions about the movie then turned to Creed. “We know now that you are Alistair Creed II, and the heir of the Chicago Creed fortune. You’re the son of Alistair Creed I and Nicole Meadows Powers. You’ve done your best to stay out of the spotlight and chose to serve our country rather than follow in the footsteps of either of your parents. You were a Green Beret and now have your hands in many investments, including your own motorcycle brand. Did you meet Morgan through your mother and step father?” He asked.
“No, I met Morgan at a fundraiser in her hometown. In fact, Morgan didn’t know my mother’s identity for some time after we met.”
“And what are your thoughts about your brothers arrest earlier this week for indecent exposure and assault on Justin Bieber?” Brian asked and my head swung up and looked at Creed. He was fighting a laugh.
“Kids will be kids, I guess. He’s only seventeen so let’s give him a break.” He gestured for me to move on, but I was looking up at him in confusion.
“Your brother did what to Justin?” I asked and Creed shook his head.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“One last question.” Brian yelled out. “How does your mother and step father feel about your relationship with Morgan? Your stepfather was the director, and it was produced by your mother, was it not?”
Creed smiled. “Ask my mother for yourself. She should be somewhere around here tonight.”
I looked up at him. “You’re putting us in her hands?” I whispered.
He smiled and gave me a wink. “Its fine, just go with it.”
I wasn’t able to shake that off before I was pulled off to the side and my eyes met quite a few people I knew I’d be seeing. It was Jake, Kenny, Allison, Nicole, Jonathan and my two costars. I didn’t know what was happening or what to think as I was pulled into a family photo with Creed, Nicole, and Jonathan. Then they brought in Jake, Kenny, and Allison for one photo with all of us. I didn’t know what happened with Creed and Nicole earlier. We didn’t have a moment alone to discuss it yet. Creed seemed fine with it, which left me more confused than ever. Then I had to take photos with my costars, then my costars with Nicole and Jonathan. They even took photos of Creed alone with Nicole and Jonathan. I felt like I was in a bad episode of Pranksters or something.
Then another question bellowed out from Brian who wasn’t even all that close. “Nicole, how do you feel about the relationship between your eldest son and one of the most desired women in Hollywood?”
Nicole smiled. “Morgan is a darling young woman, and my son is not only brave, but intelligent. Although they don’t need my blessing because they’re grown adults, they have it, and I’m thrilled with their happiness. Just look at them, have you seen a couple more in love?”
“What are your feelings about Morgan’s retirement?” Brian asked.
“Morgan needs to do what makes her happy. Just like everyone else, I can’t wait to see how their beautiful love story unfolds. My ex-husband did an amazing job raising our son, and I know she’s in good hands.”
Wow, how very…not Nicole of her. I wondered how many threats Creed had to make for that to happen.
So far so good. Creed made it through the red carpet without snapping anyone’s neck. We even took an intermission of our own during the movie to walk out and video call Addie before she went to bed. She got to see both our faces and we promised to be there when she woke up the next day. It was during the screening when my heart broke. When the sex scenes came up, he leaned forward and looked down at the floor with his elbows on his knees. I told him it was okay if he wanted to excuse himself, but he didn’t want to draw any attention, so he stayed planted.
His grip on my hand as we left the theater was so tight it almost went numb. Then he punished me in the best ways possible in the back of the limousine, then again in our suite, then again in the shower. It was rough, hot, and mind blowing. I couldn't wait until my next premier the next year so I could get punished even harder since all the scenes were with his cousin. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a handprint on my ass from all the glorious spankings I earned. I loved it, but Creed normally liked to make sweet slow love to me, but then the best things happened when he was angry or frustrated. I loved it all, and was more than satisfied with our sex life.
The next day, I had a few interviews. Creed and Addie came along, and it was the first time Addie was seen with us. It couldn’t be helped. We wanted her with us as much as possible and didn’t want her cooped up in a hotel sweet the whole time we were in California. Later, after we ate dinner out, Creed took Addie back to Malibu and I had to stay in LA until late. I had a late show appearance with my costars and Jake of course. I was trying to tie up as much as possible in California so I could avoid more trips to LA. So, I promoted my premiering movie and the one still in production.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid to look at the news headlines.
Morgan Rossi confirms relationship with Alistair Creed, heir of the forgotten Creed fortune.
Son of producer Nicole Meadows Powers dating Hollywood favorite, Morgan Rossi.
America’s sweetheart, Morgan Rossi, beautiful in love.
Morgan Rossi chooses family life over Hollywood.
That was the first one that showed Creed and I holding Addie’s hand.
Morgan Rossi, Hollywood’s most beautiful starlit, puts life on hold for motherhood and possibly marriage.
Everything we know about Alistair Creed, the hunky veteran that has landed Hollywood’s most celebrated young actress.
That was one article I had to read.
Last night the world met the lost son of Nicole Meadows Powers and her first husband, Alistair Creed I, at the premier of Morgan Rossi’s new movie, Saints and Sinners. The darling couple looked deeply in love as they both walked the red carpet. Here’s what we have learned about Alistair, or Creed as he prefers to be called, and we are not disappointed.
Creed was born in 1993 to business tycoon, Alistair Creed I and his wife at the time, Nicole Meadows Powers. He was raised by his father after his mother left the family for Hollywood.
He was a top pick for several universities for both hockey and football. He declined both and enlisted in the United States Army in 2011.
In 2013 he became a Green Beret, and later served for Delta Force.
In 2014, his father, Alistair Creed I, was killed when his private jet crashed in France. Creed inherited the family fortune and sold the family business.
In 2016 he was captured with his Delta Force team in Afghanistan and survived very critical injuries. Later that year he was honorably discharged from the military.
In 2017 he founded Creed Motorsports in a small town in Southern Indiana. The business builds custom order bikes, and he has several contracts around Hollywood. He also designs and builds motorcycles for private buyers all over the world. He shared this business with his fellow veterans and former members of Delta Force. During this year he also purchased over four thousand acres near his business and founded a private community for fellow veterans to enjoy their retirement in peace.
In 2018 he was called back up by the Army and served another tour in the middle east.
It seems to us that Miss Rossi has found herself a true American hero. A quiet billionaire that prefers to live his life with privacy in a small town Miss Rossi calls home. To everyone’s surprise, Morgan's heart isn’t with her longtime costar and best friend like so many suspected, Jake Meadows, but with Jakes very own cousin, Alistair Creed.
I smiled as I read that article. There wasn’t one cruel thing they wrote, and they respected Creed’s Lake by not naming it. I was in hair and makeup for the fifth time that day and couldn’t wait to get the late show over and get back to Malibu. Jake walked in and pulled a chair in front of me and crossed his arms as he sat and glared at me.
“What now?” I rolled my eyes.
“You’re cutting me out of your life.” He wasn’t happy at all.
“That’s not true, Jake. I just happen to be living with Creed. He built the private community to give his fellow veterans a quiet place to retire. It’s bad enough that I’m there and risking their privacy. He’s just trying to keep me safe, and he did agree to meet with you about visiting. I don’t want to put their privacy at risk.”
He rolled his eyes. “What kind of special ops shit is my cousin into? That’s the only answer that makes sense.”
I sighed. “Don’t let your imagination get away from you. Just have your meeting with Creed and we will go from there, okay?”
He groaned. “You know how much I hate going back to Indiana. Now if I want time with my best friend, I have to spend time there, and I don’t like it.”
I tilted my head. “Why do you hate Indiana so much?”
He shrugged. “I just don’t like it.” He was keeping something from me. Something must have happened there, and he refused to let me in about it. I asked that question more than once and got the same answer every single time.
“Did you hear anything about Nicole’s meeting with Creed? We haven’t had time to talk about it yet.” I asked.
He tilted his head. “You were with him last night.”
I gave him a guilty smile and he groaned. “Come on, Morgan. The last thing I need is to picture you fucking my cousin.”
I laughed. “Then don’t picture it, that’s sick.”
“Fine, I’ll meet with him, and no, I haven’t heard a word about his meeting with Nicole.” He paused and scratched his cheek then looked at me. “I want him to design a bike for me anyway.”
“Creed doesn’t actually design the bikes, he has artists and engineers that he pays to do that for him.”
The green light came on and we looked at each other. “Its show time.”
I stood on the side of the stage as the host introduced me.
“Lets welcome the exquisite, timeless, and talented Morgan Rossi to our show!” The music started and the audience clapped. I walked out on stage and shook Nick Maine's hand before waving at the audience as Nick guided me to my seat. I got comfortable in my seat then again waved and smiled at the audience who was still clapping.
“Thank you.” I gave them a nod.
The audience calmed down and Nick sighed. “First of all, I’d like to say how very grateful we all are that you survived such a horrible incident.”
I did my best to keep a smile on my face as the audience clapped again. “Thank you.”
“I would also like to express my condolences for the loss of your best friend. From what we heard the two of you were very close.”
“Yes, I met Callie in preschool, and we were lifelong friends. I was with her when she had her daughter and I’m also her daughter’s godmother. Callie was more like a sister to me than anything.” I said.
All his questions were pre-approved. I wanted to speak out against domestic violence.
“It was a very sad and scary situation. Let’s make sure we have the correct story. Your best friend was in a volatile marriage, you tried to help but unsuccessfully. You were lured to a motel to help her, and it was her husband that snapped and ended her life then tried to kill you as well?”
I nodded. “Yes, Nick. It was the worst day of my life, and I’d like to send a message out there to anyone stuck in these horrible situations. There is help available and I think there should be a number on the screen to call if you need help?” I asked.
“Yes, and I think it’s a good message. The number is on the screen and the operator will transfer you to the closest available domestic abuse center to you. Don’t hesitate to call, because as you see here with Morgan’s experience it won’t get better if you don’t reach out.”
“Thank you, Nick.”
He turned toward me. “How do you recover from such a terrible incident?”
“With a lot of love from family and friends. I also had someone that needed me, and I couldn’t just wilt away in my grief. I have a purpose, and I will do everything I can to build a quiet life and move forward.” I answered.
“You’re adopting the couple’s child?” He asked.
“Yes, and we hope to live a private life away from Hollywood for now.”
He looked at the camera and a sinister grin appeared. “Lets talk about this new beau. The press is going insane after seeing the two of you together last night. With your relationship with Jake Meadows and Nicole Powers, some are having a hard time believing you weren’t arranged by his mother.”
I shook my head. “No, it was totally random. Creed moved to my hometown after visiting with a friend. We met at a fundraiser, and I had no idea he was Nicole’s son. I knew she had a son from her first marriage, but I never heard the name. Creed is a very private man, so he is definitely stepping out of his comfort zone for this relationship.”
Nick looked down at some papers. “Lets see, a war hero, secret billionaire, and now heartthrob after his debut at your premier. He was quoted as saying this is a forever thing. Is this man your end game, Morgan?”
I smiled at the audience. “He’s the one and only for me.”
There was some booing and laughter which only made me laugh.
“Have you heard about the petition?” Nick asked and I tilted my head. That wasn’t anything I knew about and wasn’t a pre-approved question.
“Petition?”
He chuckled. “As of an hour ago, there were over twenty thousand names on the petition for your new beau to pose for playgirl magazine.”
I threw my head back and laughed. Just the thought of that was hilarious. “Won’t happen, sorry ladies, he’s spoken for.”
“And what about you? Now that you’re retiring, no more modeling or anything? You’ve gotta give us something.”
I shook my head. “No, there will be no modeling or sexy movies in my future.”
The audience booed again.
“Well speaking of that, let’s bring out your last three leading men.” He stood and clapped, making me stand and turn to see Jake, Brandon, and Kyle walking toward me. They all waved at the audience then took turns kissing my cheek and shaking Nick's hand. They took a seat, and the audience settled down.
Nick looked at all three men. “Wow, someone’s been busy.”
We all laughed.
“How does Creed feel about these three characters here?”
I pointed at Jake. “Well, that guy is his cousin and the other two met him last night. He hasn’t said too much, but liked the movie.” I thought back to how hard he slammed into me against the wall. Damn that was hot.
The main thing I had to avoid at all costs was the one thing that was tearing me up inside. I couldn’t let anyone speak of his deployment if they somehow found out.