Zara Stanton gripped the novel tightly in her hands as the cold winter air nipped at her face. The line to the book signing was long, but she had a point to make.

The Destiny Jones series was formative in Zara's life. The first book came out when she was 12, and it instantly got its hooks in her. The brilliant globe-trotting detective series had everything a growing young woman could want: daring adventure, triumph over an adversarial world, and a playful protagonist with a series of handsome broken hearts left in her wake.

Each book release was a formative event in Zara's life. Late-night release events at Barnes and Noble, leading to countless nights re-reading passages to discuss on discussion forums dedicated to all things Destiny. Friendships that had lasted her entire adult life were built from passionate debates on which book's love interest had the best shot at an actual relationship with Destiny, always ending with an agreement that neither was good enough for her anyway.

Zara found kinship in the protagonist's life and strived to be the kind of woman who would make Destiny proud. The mystery novels planted seeds that would blossom into a true crime obsession. She joined her high school’s debate club, devoured her schoolwork, and applied what she learned to forensic science lessons she found online. Every waking moment of her life was alternating between the Destiny fandom and acquiring the knowledge to become a preeminent detective just like her idol. The boys in school tried to distract her from her goals, but like Destiny, she only indulged them if she could get something from them. Once they outlived their usefulness, she cut them off and left them behind.

It surprised no one that Zara graduated Valedictorian of her class, nor was it a surprise when she spurned top universities to join the prestigious New York police academy. Her father had tried to persuade her to pursue less dangerous pursuits, but was told bluntly that Destiny never would back down in the face of danger. Zara was popular in the male-dominated police academy at first, but after loving and leaving a few top-performing classmates and instructors, she developed a reputation as a cold-hearted, career-focused, no time for anyone but herself kinda girl. 

That suited her just fine. Seemingly overnight, she became the force's top crime scene technician. Juries hung on her every word when called to testify, and the brass sent her out regularly to talk about cases. When the Times came asking to do a profile, she knew exactly what the title would be. “The Real Life Destiny Jones,” article hung proudly on Zara's office wall. Despite all the medals, rewards, and certificates she gathered, an article comparing her to her fictional idol was Zara's most prized accomplishment. At least it had been until recently.

Zara turned to peer into the homey little local bookstore. She frowned when she caught sight of the man who had taken so much from her. Jeffrey Paxton, the author of the Destiny Jones novels, smiled and chatted with a fan while he signed a copy of Destiny Jones’ Grand Finale for them. Zara's eyes squinted, silently judging the middle-aged woman laughing as she spoke with Paxton. No true fan would be chumming it up with Paxton now.

Zara had always had mixed feelings about Paxton. The idea that a modern feminist icon like Jones was created by a straight, heterosexual white man seemed inconceivable. 

But in interview after interview, he managed to always say the right things. “This is a work for my future daughters to enjoy,” Zara recalled him saying vividly on Leno a half-decade ago. “Boys have classic heroes abound in literature. Your Sherlock Holmes, King Arthurs, and in the modern contexts Spidermans. I want to create a serialized mystery novel which appeals to the modern woman.”

These were the statements that made fans like Zara comfortable that their heroine was in the right hands. Paxton got it. He was one of the few good men, an ally. Zara was ashamed to say she even had a crush on him. His sharp gaze from the photo on the back of the book cover watched over the young woman while she masturbated many a night. 

Then, of course, he had to ruin it. 

The buildup to Grand Finale had been massive. Paxton, after 14 novels and 3 collections of short stories, was ending the Destiny Jones saga. Fans across the internet congregate with Zara on the official subreddit to share fan theories. Would Destiny finish one more triumphant mystery before passing the torch to her young protégé? Would she be betrayed by an ex-lover and suffer such trauma that she would leave behind detective work for good? Would she even live by the end of the novel? All theories were possible, and each prerelease interview with Paxton only added to the feverish speculation of fans.

“I want the young women who grew up on these novels to see themselves in Destiny's final novel,” he said cryptically on late-night show after late-night show. The fandom responded eagerly, pre-ordering the book in droves as bookstores across the country prepared for a release night experience they hadn't seen in decades.

Then, 2 months ago, it finally came out. Zara was first in line to pick up her copy and eagerly went back to her friend's to read the book. But her smile quickly faded as she read. 

It started strong with Destiny going to Paris to solve who had taken a valuable painting from the Louvre. But the excitement of the mystery faded into the background. Destiny met Pierre, a handsome police lieutenant, and the novel just stayed with them for chapter after chapter. Destiny had her fun with men before, but it wasn't written like this. Descriptions of Destiny's thoughts lingered on the blond haired blue eyed Frenchman and how he was making Destiny feel. She made no headway in finding the painting, instead spending her time romancing Pierre on a series of dates. By the end of the novel, the two were married with a child on the way, painting long forgotten about, while Destiny wrote about her prior journeys, eager to share them with her newborn when they arrived.

Zara didn't believe it when she reached the end of the book. She felt sick to her stomach as she shakily left the bookstore, her so-called friends giggling and conversing amongst themselves about how romantic it was. But this wasn't Destiny Jones to Zara. This was a weird domesticated stepfordized version of Destiny. A sex fantasy written by a pervert who was ripping the hearts out of the fans he cultivated.

Some of her friends enjoyed the books. Zara stopped speaking to them. She made a new subreddit, r/whereistherealdestiny, where true fans like her had begun to air their grievances about this profound betrayal. They jeered at positive reviews and sales figures, posted photos of themselves burning the book, or going into bookstores and hiding the novel in sections away from the rest of the Destiny Jones catalogue. “I'm stopping young girls from having their idol taken from them,” read one post Zara had favorited detailing how the writer had bought all the copies of Grand Finale from her local bookstore and burned them in her backyard. It was an example of everything Zara wanted: women raising up other women, and hurting the men trying to steal their joy.

Zara glared at the middle-aged man as the heat coming from the bookstore's open door finally hit her face. Jeffrey still had that rugged, good look from the old book covers, but aged. His black hair had turned mostly gray now, and he grew a well-maintained beard and goatee that made him look distinguished, even fatherly. It was the perfect cloak for a snake like him. 

Zara stepped into the bookstore as the line inched forward again. There were about five people in front of her in line now. Her heart was racing in her chest. She forgot her carefully worded speech, which she had spent all night memorizing. Another fan finished interacting with Jeffrey. Four people left. Zara quickly pulled out her phone and turned on the camera app to record her confrontation. She switched to video mode and quickly checked to make sure her makeup wasn't smudged as two more people went and got their books signed. It was perfect as usual, yet she couldn't help but be nervous. She had stared down murderers at trial, but this was the most nervous she had been. The last person in front of her shook Jeffrey's hand and walked away to the right.

“Next, please,” Jeffrey called to her. Zara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before walking forward to the table where Jeffrey sat, pen in hand, wearing a warm, friendly smile. Zara hit record as she walked to him, dropping the book on the table in front of him.

“Mr. Paxton,” she began with a quiver in her voice. “My name is Zara. I've been a Destiny Jones fan since I was a teenager. Your books inspired me to be the woman I am today.”

Jeffrey gave her a warm smile, gazing at her with hazel eyes that sparkled in the warm lighting of the small bookstore. “Why, thank you,” he said politely as he opened the book. “It means so much to me that I have inspired a fine young woman such as yourself.”

Zara's legs quaked as she struggled to hold the phone steady. Jeffrey's eyes seemed so inviting, but the words she wanted to say seemed stuck in her throat. Thankfully, his gaze and smile turned downward as he opened her book to sign in.

“What… what gives you the right to take my idol away from me?” Zara blurted out while Jeffrey signed her book.

Jeffrey's head shot up with a look of concern. “Excuse me?” he asked.

Zara took a step forward, putting herself right at the table's edge. Jeffrey's concerned expression gave her new courage. 

“I said what gives you the right to take Destiny Jones away from the women who grew up with her,” she pressed, pointing the camera at the author's face.

Jeffrey looked at the phone in the woman's hand, the reality of the situation dawning on him. “Oh, you are one of those fans,” he muttered as he finished signing the book.

Zara smirked. “Not just one of those fans, I am the creator of the subreddit where is the real Destiny. I represent the thousands of women you betrayed by turning our icon into some creepy weirdos broodmother.”

Jeffrey squirmed in his chair and glanced at the fans behind Zara. “I'm sorry, the last novel wasn't to your taste, but the other novels are still there to enjoy.”

“How can I enjoy them when the knowledge of who Destiny becomes poisons every page?” Zara responded immediately, not allowing for a moment of silence. “You have tainted this series and destroyed this fandom! I hope all the money you made from us was worth being the most despised man on the internet.”

Zara snatched the book from the table and walked away. “Showed him, girls,” she said to the camera before performatively throwing the book into a trash can. She hit the stop record button and brushed past the line of fans staring at her as she walked out of the store and into the cool air of the February evening.

***

Zara smiled as she scrolled through the comments under her post. The video was a huge hit. 

“Yas queen slay”. 

“Show that pig”.

“Patriarchy destroyed”. 

Zara leaned back in her desk chair, petting her pet cat as he napped lovingly in her lap. 

Suddenly, a ding came from her computer speakers. Reddit alerted her that she had a new dm request. Lazily, she reached for her mouse and clicked the notification.

Hey, I assume this is Zara's account. This is Jeffrey Paxton. I'm sorry my latest book disappointed you, and I hoped that I could take you out to dinner and hopefully address your community's concerns.

Zara blinked after reading the message, not convinced it wasn't a prank. She clicked on the profile and saw an AMA thread on the Destiny Jones subreddit. Her hand covered her mouth as a second message arrived. 

“I travel back to Connecticut on Friday. If you are interested, let's meet for dinner at Salvatore’s on 9th Street tomorrow at seven. My treat.”

Zara frowned. Was Jeffrey seriously asking her on a date? It was almost insulting. Such a guy thing to do. She reached to her keyboard to tell him to fuck off.

“Thanks for the offer. I'd love to meet you tomorrow!” she typed, hitting enter before she could even process what she had written. 

She blinked and looked at the message. Did she just accept?

Zara shook her head. Of course, she did! A date would be the perfect way to humiliate Jeffrey further! The first in-person confrontation was such a hit that a sequel was certainly on the table.

“Great, I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow!” came in a response to her dm.

Zara chuckled. “You want to go on a date, Mr. Paxton? I'll give you a date you will never forget.”

***

Zara tottered into the restaurant uncomfortably in her heels. The last time she had worn them was at her cousin's wedding four years ago. She couldn't exactly think of why she felt compelled to wear them today, nor could she recall why she chose the old black cocktail dress to attire herself in for this evening. Thankfully, she was saved from revealing that with a fashionable leather jacket.

“Ah, there you are,” Jeffrey said as he rose from a seat by the entrance of the quiet Italian restaurant, sliding a notebook into his jacket's breast pocket as he approached. 

Zara blushed. She hated to admit it, but he cleaned up quite nicely. His purple dress shirt stood out compared to his black dress pants, and he was definitely rocking the silver fox look. Zara didn’t know why, but she was really looking forward to having dinner with him.

“You know, I was quite surprised to have my hate subreddit’s creator show up at my book signing last night. And for her to turn out to be the real-life Destiny Jones, too!” Jeffrey exclaimed as he walked Zara to the podium. She found herself blushing despite her best efforts.

“Oh, you’ve heard about me,” she replied, trying to avoid eye contact as the pair approached the hostess podium.

“Reservation under Paxton, please,” Jeffrey said, momentarily turning his gaze away from Zara to the Hostess.

“Of course, Mr. Paxton. I loved the last book!” the pretty young hostess said with a smile of adoration that made Zara's teeth grit.

“Your Jacket Ms.?” The hostess asked while Zara struggled to keep a straight face.

Instantly, anger was replaced with embarrassment. Zara tried to say she was cold, but it came out as “Thank you!” followed by unfamiliar movements that removed the jacket, slowly revealing the low-cut, form-fitting dress underneath. She blushed harder when, as her eyes darted around, she found Jeffrey staring at her with a smile.

“Damn you, clean up nicely,” the waitress said. “I'm a little jealous. You are so lucky to be dating Mr. Paxton.”

Zara panicked, mind racing to find the words to clarify her intentions. She felt so hot that she swore she would start sweating any moment.

Jeffrey laughed, cutting the awkward pause that had felt like a millennia. “Well, we aren't really on a date per se. This is just a friendly dinner to talk about my work.”

The waitress smiled. “Ah, well, you can forgive the misunderstanding. You see a girl dress liked that meeting a handsome man for a romantic dinner, and the mental math happens automatically,” the waitress said with a wink as she walked behind the podium and put Zara's coat on a rack. “And hey, maybe you didn't come intending a date, but one will happen anyway.”

Zara blushed and tried to look away from the waitress and Jeffrey, biting her lip nervously as the two laughed. 

“Follow me,” the waitress said after grabbing some menus. 

Zara followed behind Jeffrey and the hostess nervously. The table they were brought to was in an intimate corner of the restaurant with a lovely window view of the outside. Jeffrey pulled out a chair for her with a smile, which Zara hesitantly sat in.

Jeffrey took his seat across from her and took a menu from the hostess. “Thank you for the hospitality, miss,” he said. “It's a big dinner for me. Trying to reclaim a lost fan of my work.”

Zara's stomach twisted in a knot. Here she was, dressed to the nines with literature's most eligible bachelor to debate the merits of his last book. Nervously, she took the other menu from the hostess and began to look over the options available to her, desperate to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“It's all delicious, I promise,” Jeffrey said. “Though I suppose the meal wasn’t why you came to meet me today. So why don’t you come out and say what you want from me this evening?”

Zara looked up from the menu, finding Jeffrey scribbling in his small pocket notebook. She shuddered as she contemplated her next words. Some part of her felt like she could be honest with him. He was a nice guy after all, right? He was treating her to a nice dinner at an exclusive restaurant. The least she could do was humor him.

“I uh, I guess I came to get you to say something to justify my feelings about you and the book,” she muttered, her cheeks turning bright red as the words spilled from her mouth. Had she really just said that?

“Oh?” Jeffrey replied. “Expecting me to admit Pierre is a self-insert character meant to snatch away my heroine from my readers? Or perhaps to say that I am reclaiming the character from overzealous fans of Destiny?”

An awkward pause fell over the table as Zara stared into the eyes of Jeffrey, which glittered in the moody lights of the restaurant. Had he read her theory about Pierre being a self-insert? He had to if he had jumped straight to that.

The pause was interrupted by a handsome waiter coming by the table and giving them water, asking if they wanted to order wine. Zara was about to refuse when Jeffrey ordered a bottle of wine for the table, which the waiter said was an excellent choice. 

“I wasn't planning on drinking tonight,” Zara muttered.

Jeffrey smiled. “More for me than, though I must advise you will be missing out. It's a fantastic red,” he said before taking a sip of his water.

As he put his glass down, he cleared his throat. “Now, back to the matter at hand, I will say I didn't realize my last book would hurt fans like you quite as much as it did.”

Zara squirmed nervously in her seat. “So you meant it to hurt the fans?” she asked in her best accusatory voice, given the circumstances, internally cursing that she wasn’t filming when he admitted his misdeeds to her.

The waiter came back with a wine bottle. It had a fancy label, Zara was sure it was expensive. She decided not to stop him as he poured. The wine would pair nicely with the admissions Jeffrey was making. The pair ordered their meal, with Zara ordering the filet partially to show she wasn't the girly girl her outfit implied and partially to spite Jeffrey by ordering the most expensive thing she could find on the menu. Sadly, Jeffrey just smiled and told her the steak was phenomenal. Zara frowned and took a sip of the wine. 

Jeffrey took his wine glass and sipped as the waiter left. “I see you changed your mind on the wine. An excellent decision,” he commented as he finished his sip. “Back to the conversation, though, I knew there would be some controversy. People want things not to change.”

Zara smirked. “Well, some things don't need to change.”

Jeffrey's cheerful demeanor was replaced with a somewhat dour expression.

“I was worried you would say something like that. It was always my worry when writing Destiny's stories that fans like you would take the wrong lessons from them.”

“Wrong lessons?” Zara scoffed. “Like what, being a strong, capable woman?”

Zara took a big sip of her wine, enjoying its taste and finish while she watched Jeffrey squirm in his seat. His sigh told her everything she needed to know.

“Of course not,” he stammered out. “If I didn't believe women could be capable protagonists, I wouldn't have written one for so long.”

Zara reveled in the sorry tone Jeffrey spoke, somewhere between remorse and defensiveness. She had him pinned like so many criminals she helped put away.

“I have just realized, as I have gotten older, that humans are meant to be multifaceted,” Jefrrey continued solemnly. “Something Destiny hadn't been for since her inception. That's actually why I wanted to invite you to dinner. I worry you are making the same error I made in the books.”

Zara's triumphant smirk vanished in an instant, replaced by a serious frown. “And what is that supposed to mean?” she demanded bitterly after she polished off her first glass of wine.

Jeffrey gave her a gentle smile that should have left Zara feeling enraged. “A fair question. I will start by saying I remember you from a book signing several years ago. You were gushing to me about my books and how they were the biggest inspiration in your life. It was a shock when you reappeared last night, acting like you were. But when I looked you up after last night, it all clicked into place in my head.”

Zara felt the buzz of alcohol reach her cheeks. She knew she should feel angry at Jeffrey, but there was some other part of her that was strangely excited to hear that Jeffrey remembered her. She rationalized it had to be the alcohol, dredging up old feelings.

Jeffrey sipped his wine, never breaking eye contact, which Zara felt strangely drawn to maintain. 

“The full truth is, I modeled Destiny off of myself. My own desires, wants, and ambitions, bottled into the perfect fictional character. You and I are alike in that way,” he continued, with Zara hanging on every word. She felt something strange welling up in her, some strange sense of trust with him as he spoke.

“The truth is, I have changed as I got older. My desire for adventure and romance is replaced with one that wants to settle down and be happy. I don't think there is any shame in that. So when I see women like you, so eager to give up connection to achieve their goals, I see a younger version of myself. And the younger me wasn't happy. Are you happy right now, Zara?”

Zara was taken aback. She felt like she should feel angry at his insinuation, but something strange was in its place. Self-doubt? Insecurity? She didn't know what to call it, but it was entirely unfamiliar to her. This all seemed so corny, like the rom coms her acquaintances gushed over.

“Of… of course I am,” she replied meekly, avoiding eye contact as she poured herself another glass. 

Jeffrey leaned back in his chair and sipped on his wine. “Really? Because when I looked at you last night, you seemed the opposite of happy.”

Zara again felt like she should be angry, but for some reason, she didn't seem capable of finding that emotion inside her. Her gaze looked back to his furtively.

“I want to give you a challenge. You enjoy the rest of this evening with me and leave your bitterness about Destiny behind,” Jeffrey commanded.

Zara's brain shattered in an instant. As if the words were the decree of a higher power, her raison d'etre seemed to melt away. Jeffrey seemed right? It didn't make sense, but she couldn't deny that he had a point. She was at an exclusive restaurant, with her childhood idol footing the bill! Why shouldn't she enjoy it!

“I guess I can try that,” she said softly, before starting on her second glass of wine. The flavor was good before, but now she felt like she could truly enjoy it. It was, in actuality, the best wine she had ever tasted. Her book club sisters had good taste, but this was on another level. She smiled as she put the glass down, and Jeffrey gave her a look that was strangely arousing. Had he looked that good the entire night, and she just hadn't noticed?

The rest of the evening followed a similar pattern. The pair shared stories of their favorite travels, of their work, and without the tension of Destiny, Zara found Jeffrey was a wonderful person to talk to. The food came, and the flavor of the steak caused Zara to audibly moan. Jeffrey laughed and said he wouldn't mind hearing that noise from her more. Zara felt she should have been insulted, but in that moment, it was the most charming offhand comment she had heard in her life. She playfully took another bite and moaned again, watching Jeffrey laugh in a way she couldn't deny was attractive.

The dinner continued, and Zara only seemed to get happier. The little things she had missed now marveled her: the lighting and hospitality Salvatore's offered her, the conversation, the food. She had forgotten when she had this much fun. Every so often, Jeffrey pulled out his notebook and wrote inside it, but Zara didn't question it. The taste of Tiramisu or laughter from the conversation made it not important.

Eventually, the two finished their dinner, and Zara found herself staggering outside, leaning of Jeffrey for support. 

“That was a wonderful evening, Zara. Best I have had in a while,” Jeffrey said earnestly. “All good things have to come to an end, though. I'll have my driver take you home; my hotel is just across the street anyway.

Zara's joy seemed to vanish. She had been so enamored with his company that she had forgotten it was supposed to end. She had planned on doing an AMA with her subreddit that evening detailing all the disgusting things Jeffrey had done. It was a commitment that now seemed entirely unappealing, a return to a bitterness that had seemed so foreign to her.

Before she knew what she was doing, she pulled Jeffrey close for a kiss. Desperately, she pressed her lips to his, praying he would reciprocate, praying the night didn't have to end.

Jeffrey let out a small laugh into her lips and returned the kiss in kind. Zara's heart leapt in her chest. She was kissing the Jeffrey Paxton!

After a moment, she pulled away and giggled, gazing at her date with half-lidded eyes. “I don't want to go back home tonight, Jeffrey. Take me to your hotel room instead. Please.”

Jeffrey smiled. “I suppose I can make that happen,” he replied, holding out his arm for Zara to take, which she did eagerly.

Soon after Zara found herself pushing Jeffrey into his hotel bed. She quickly removed her dress, revealing a set of lacey undergarments underneath. 

“Holy fuck,” Jeffrey said in awe. “You look incredible,” he continued as he struggled to unbelt his pants.

Zara giggled and twirled for him. “I got these because they reminded me of Destiny's lingerie in Power of Tradgar. You can say you picked my entire wardrobe in a way,” she said with a wink as she knelt down and pulled Jeffrey's pants off with a rough yank.

Jeffrey's dick sprang free and stood erect before Zara's face. She bit her lip and looked at Jeffrey, his gorgeous eyes watching her intently. 

“Let me see if I can mimic her technique. I am the real life, Destiny Jones after all,” Zara cooed, winking at the author as she sank to her knees and gave his penis a long, slow lick. 

Zara had never done this kinda thing before; the idea of getting pleasure by giving it to someone else a new concept, but something about tonight had changed her outlook. She remembered the passage where Destiny, needing an in with a cartel, seduced a high-ranking member with a blow job and mimicked the description of her actions, licking and suckling the rod of flesh throbbing before her. Jeffrey groaned with pleasure watching her work while propping himself up on his elbows.

“You are… much better at this than I expected,” he said, as he quivered under Zara's delicate touches. 

Zara looked him in the eyes with an intense stare while her mouth enveloped the tip of his dick, tongue swirling around it. The salty taste of his precum and the pleasured faces he was giving encouraged her to keep following her current path.

Pulling her hair behind her, she took a deep breath and lowered her head further on Jeffrey's crotch, nose bumping against it as she deepthroated him.

“God, babe, you are a natural,” Jefrrey whispered as his hand made its way to the back of Zara's head, caressing it gently. 

Zara bobbed her head up and down, slowly, lurid sucking noises mixing with the heavy breathing of Jeffrey to fill the otherwise quiet room. Zara moaned on his dick, using her tongue to tease the glans while she deepthroated eyes focused on watching Jeffrey's expressions. When his face scrunched up, and he moaned, she doubled her efforts on whatever area she was stimulating.

“Babe, I'm gonna…” was all Jeffrey could say before musky liquid shot into the back of Zara's throat. Her first instinct was to get off his dick quickly, but she suppressed it and swallowed as Jeffrey emptied his balls into her mouth.

Soon, the author's penis stopped emptying in her mouth. Taking one last swallow, she removed her head from his penis, which flopped limply to the side as it began to lose hardness.

Zara saw there was some residual cum left on it and began to lick the author's penis clean while he caught his breath. Their eyes locked, and Jeffrey grinned while Zara finished cleaning him. 

“Zara, that was so wonderful,” he complimented as the woman rose to her feet with a seductive smile. 

“Glad you liked it, Mr. Romantic,” Zara cooed in response while she reached behind her and undid the bra strap. With a seductive motion, she let the straps fall off her shoulder, revealing her perky breasts to Jeffrey in all their glory, with nipples standing proudly at attention for his enjoyment.

Jeffrey swallowed, and his dick twitched. “Those are beautiful,” he said, gazing enraptured at her chest. He sat up and looked at her. “Can I touch them?”

Zara giggled and straddled the author's lap, lowering herself onto it so her breasts were at his head level. “Of course, Mr. Paxton,” she cooed as she pulled her lover's head into her bountiful bosom. She giggled as Jeffrey tickled her nipples with delicate kisses. She felt Jeffrey's dick against her leg, twitching as it readied itself for round two.

After giving Jeffrey a moment to enjoy her breasts, she lifted herself from her lap and looked down at the gentleman with a predatory grin. “Lie back on the bed, mister. I wanna go for a ride.”

Jeffrey grinned and did as he was told, sliding all the way back on the bed, holding his head up with his hands, with his legs spread wide and his erection pointing to the ceiling. Zara playfully slid out of her panties and playfully tossed them aside before crawling onto the bed like a hungry predator.

Zara bit her lip as she crawled over top of Jeffrey with an expression of pure lust. “Ready for the grand finale, big guy?” she purred as she worked a hand between her legs, gently lining Jeffrey's penis until it pressed against her wet pussy. 

Jeffrey looked at her with a cocky expression. “I'm always ready for my biggest fan.”

Zara laughed and lowered herself onto Jeffrey, both giving satisfied moans as Jeffrey entered her. Zara eased herself down inch by inch until she had herself sat on his lap, looking down at her teenage idol. Slowly, she began to bounce up and down, milking his dick for her second load of the night.

Jeffrey smiled up at her and grasped her breasts roughly, leading to a pleasured moan while she rode him. “That's it, babe, play with my tits,” she purred as Jeffrey began to flick her erect nipples playfully. 

Each time she bounced, electric pleasure shook her to her core. Jeffrey moaned as she bounced and playfully slapped her ass as she rode him, leading her to gasp involuntarily.

“Why so rough, baby?” she teased as his hands moved to grasp her hips.

Jeffrey laughed. “Because a strong independent woman should be able to handle some roughhousing,” he shot back as he forced her hips down low while pushing his up. Zara moaned whorishly as his dick rubbed her g-spot. Then Jeffrey did it again. And again. 

“Mmm fuck, you are making me second-guess the whole independent woman thing,” she moaned as she quivered with delight, while the wet sounds of her pussy being fucked filled her ears.

“Uh oh,” Jeffrey said. “Is the real-life Destiny Jones mimicking her book self?”

Zara moaned and locked eyes with Jeffrey. “Keep fucking me like this and I just might,” she replied with a wink.

That set Jeffrey off. Suddenly, Jessica found herself being roughly filled, over and over, while Jeffrey pistoned in and out of her with vigor. “Oh fuck,” she cried as she quickly reached climax under the relentless assault on her G-spot. Each thrust touched just the right spot. She could feel Jeffrey's dick getting even harder inside her, her velvet walls rubbing pleasurably against his dick with each drop of her hips.

Jeffrey's legs twitched, and suddenly he fell back with a pleasured sigh. Zara could feel his penis pulse inside her, then felt a fluid begin to fill her pussy. Rope after rope of cum splashed inside her, as she sat on his dick, watching her lover's face as he shuddered beneath her. 

Eventually, the twitching sensation stopped, replaced with the feeling of liquid, slowly running down her pussy. Zara fell back beside Jeffrey, both breathing hard and gazing into each other's eyes.

Wordlessly, they just looked at each other. Jeffrey's arm reached around her nude body and pulled her close. In his arms, she felt happy, inexplicably so. Like his arms were the place she was meant to be. It all felt so right in the moment, at least until she felt cum, leaking down her thigh.

“Sorry,” she said with a giggle. “I need to clean myself up.”

“Oh,” Jeffrey said, still catching his breath. “The bathroom is over there.”

Zara watched as he lazily pointed at a door in the room. Zara nodded and got up from the bed. “Keep it warm for me, baby. I'll be right back,” she cooed. Jeffrey smiled and nodded, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and turning it on.

Zara sashayed happily to the bathroom, with her bare foot kicked and an unseen object on the floor. She looked down and saw the little notebook that Jeffrey had been writing in all night. She looked back to see if Jefrrey noticed, finding he had rolled over and faced away from her. Curiosity got the better of her, and she picked it up and scampered into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, she quickly flipped through the pages of the notebook. There were notes about various meetings and people she assumed Jeffrey had met. Recollections of his initial draft of the first Destiny Jones book, stunning his agent, of his publisher's marketing head sparing no expense to promote it, littered the front page.

She quickly flipped to the newest pages and gasped. There were notes about their date, what she wore, how she behaved, and even her mental state. The book had it all written down.

“The real-life Destiny Jones finds herself disarmed, and enjoys the company of the author, culminating in a passionate one-night stand,” she read quietly to herself.

She sat there for a moment, confused. Why was he writing this way? Was he expecting their time together to end that night? She flipped back in the notebook to find answers. All she found were notes of other interactions with different people described the same way. It was all so strange, like he was writing his own life as a story. She flipped back to the pages describing her meeting.

“One night stand,” she whispered voice tinged with sadness. Was that all this evening was to him? It couldn't be that way. 

A quiet resolve filled her. She couldn't let this end in the morning. Glancing around the room, she found a hotel courtesy pen lying lazily on the sink counter. She grinned and quickly wiped herself clean with toilet paper and made her way to the sink. Quickly, she scribbled in the notebook, scratching out one night stand, and replacing it with lifelong romance. She smiled like the cat who caught the canary and took the notebook before walking through the door to the bedroom.

She found Jeffrey lying back with a smile. “Welcome back, Zara,” he said. “I kept the bed warm for you.”

Zara gave a naughty smile and walked to the bed with her hands behind her back, hiding the notebook. “Thanks, babe. By the way, I found your secret,” she said with a naughty wink.

Jeffrey's eyes shot open as she made her way to bed. “My secret?” He said with a quivering voice.

“This,” Zara replied, holding up the little brown notebook. “I gotta say, you keep interesting reading material away from your fans.”

“Oh,” Jeffrey said, eyes full of fear. “You read what is in there?” 

Zara crawled into the covers, notebook in hand. “Yep, and I gotta say, I was none too pleased with what you wrote about me. So I made a quick adjustment,” she purred, opening the book to the page she had altered and offering it to Jeffrey. 

Jeffrey slowly reached up and took the book with a quivering hand. With a nervous look, he scanned the page, pausing as he laid eyes on the part of the notebook she had changed. “Oh,” he muttered softly, staring blankly at the page, before a small smile made its way across his lips. 

“I guess I can live with that,” he said.

Zara gave him a giddy smile as he placed the book on his nightstand, before rolling over to face her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled Zara in for a kiss, not passionate or lustful, but romantic. Zara returned the smooch, happily holding Jeffrey close, delighting in the warm embrace of her lover.

18 months later

Zara smiled happily in the mirror, giggling as she looked at how her wedding dress fit her. She never thought she would be the type to get married, but it didn’t feel wrong any more. Jeffrey Paxton had altered her life in so many ways. It wasn't surprising that he found a way to do it again.

This was so much nicer than her old lonely life. Her subreddit reviled her the moment her relationship with Jeffrey became public, but she was far past caring at this point. Those women were all stuck, holding onto bitterness instead of letting joy into their lives.

Zara had let that fall away. Her relentless drive for personal success had been tempered. She took a less strenuous job as a police spokeswoman. Without the same drive for career success, she found she had an easier time making friends at work. Most of them didn’t even read books for fun! 

Of course, having a rich, famous, and well connected fiancee aided in the focus on enjoying life and the company of others. Every other week, she and her darling Jeffrey would fly to a new exotic locale and indulge in all the finer things the world had to offer. And of course, they made time for each other. Zara spent many a night role-playing as Destiny Jones, falling for her creator.

A knock came at the bridal suite door. Zara smiled and turned to it, ready to begin her life as Mrs. Jeffrey Paxton. The real-life Destiny Jones had imitated the fictional one and found her own perfect ending.