Author’s Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This series is written for a reader and is dedicated to them. The celeb and themes were there choice, hope you enjoy!

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Miami, Florida

Light trails of smoke were visible near the window as a used cigarette was shoved into the round clear glass ash tray sitting on the table. Another disposed cigarette sat among ashes while a man blew smoke from his final drag before exposing it. Over the table was a cup of coffee that had been mostly consumed by this point. A newspaper was neatly folded and sat next to a smartphone. Outside the window, clear skies could be viewed through the clean glass, but the man’s eyes were focused on watching the pedestrians walk over the sidewalk while his black Mercedes Benz was parked close by. The sun reflected down over the windshield of the car, almost blinding him from the corner of his eye. He glanced back down, raising the white disposable cup to finish off his coffee. Once he was finished, he placed the empty cup back on the table and grabbed his phone to check the time.

“Would you like a refill, sir?”

A voice called out from a waitress approaching close by. She wore a light blue apron over a white collar shirt and navy blue pants as part of her work uniform. The man turned his head, gazing at her before offering a friendly smile.

“No thank you, I’ve got to get going now.”

Anton Montana was a regular customer on most weekday afternoons at the Red Heat Café. It was a small company on the outskirts of Coconut Grove, a good place to stop during the break hour before he resumed working at his daily job. 11:45 was the time currently displayed on the screen of his smartphone. He had to get moving, as Anton was the sort of man who preferred to be on time and in a hurry to his next task. The woman who had employed him and had been signing his checks for the past five years would be in need of a ride in the next half-hour. Like any other day, he wore a black blazer jacket over a simple solid-colored shirt, all the time tucked into a pair of stonewashed jeans. It was casual wear for the man who stood at a short height and had a slim create. Anton’s face had a light beard and mustache with small dark hairs after three days of not shaving. His hair matched his dark brown eyes, slightly long going down past his ears and split down the middle.

As he clutched the black steering wheel of his Mercedes Benz, a gold Rolex watch was locked around his left wrist, visible beneath the dark cuff of his jacket. It was a symbol of status to anyone who had witnessed him in public, as the Benz was another sign that Anton belonged in higher society. The watch itself had been a gift to him only two months ago by the woman he could’ve referred to as ‘boss’. She wrote the checks, supplying him with a healthy income that granted the best luxuries in life. Anton, now twenty-four, had been working as this woman’s personal assistant for the past three months. It was comforting in the beginning to work with someone from his home borough of the Bronx back in New York City. Anton was of half-Puerto Rican descent, the second generation of his family to be born in the U.S. They had paid to send him off to a university after he was finished with high college. Anton planned to repay his parents in the future. By the time he had a six-figure income, he wanted to buy them a home in the Hamptons.

PR Management was where he found himself working after finishing two years at the Zicklin College of Company back at Baruch School. His dream was originally to work his way into some sort of business or corporation, utilizing his BBA degree to great potential. It was through a connection with a friend whose father worked as a lawyer with a PR firm, as the first foot through the door in what would become a career for Anton. Signing on with the business had forced him to move out to Los Angeles, where he worked as a publicist for Hollywood executives and later an actor who was moving through studios. It would be in this line of work where Anton met his future employer, the one he was currently in rendezvous to pick up during this time of the day. He didn’t call her ‘boss,’ because she had a special nickname; instead, he called her Supreme. Whether it was Miss. Supreme or Lady Supreme, it didn’t matter. The word was a title, registered on his smartphone instead of using her name.

When she did enter his line of sight, Anton smiled. He left the café and cruised the streets for a short trip. Coconut Grove had a local gym reserved with a premium membership for local residents. The price was no question for his boss. He pulled up in the parking lot, waiting for her as he had done previously when assigned to pick her up. Across the street, Anton noticed several photographers who had arrived early. They were undoubtedly given intel ahead of time to know when a Hollywood A-lister was leaving a public place. All he could do was roll his eyes at the sight of the men holding their cameras up, prepared to snap the first photographs of her stepping out. The building was painted white, with the shadows of palm trees cast over it, blocking out the sunlight. Anton did not have to wait long as the front doors opened and her bodyguard stepped out. He was a muscular bald man dressed in all black. Anton knew of him in passing as Dwayne.

His job was to clear the path as the paparazzi photographers rushed to the scene. They would usually line up and then attempt to encircle the woman. It must have been a technique they learned from their publication, or so Anton wondered to himself. Within seconds, his boss stepped out of the glass doors in a two-piece red latex outfit. The color was brighter thanks to the sunlight glaring from her large gold lens sunglasses covering her eyes. The rest of her face was visible thanks to her long brunette hair pinned in a high ponytail. Dwayne waved his left arm as a silent warning to the photographers who backed off. Some of them yelled her name in the distance, as well as her nickname. ‘J-Lo! Are the rumors true? Are you engaged?’. The camera lens flashed brightly, but the woman walked slowly as if she had no care in the world. Anton kept his right hand on the steering wheel. He moved his left hand to the console buttons to the door and unlocked the front passenger door for her to enter.

Jennifer Lopez carried a glimmering iced tumbler cup in her right hand. The diamonds gleamed in tiny spots in the distance. Her perfect, muscular-toned chest was visible thanks to the latex red top covering her breasts. Her leggings were pushed up beneath her belly button and her feet were tucked into a pair of white sneakers. A photographer moved behind her to try and snap a photo of what Anton referred to as her supreme booty. Dwayne stepped ahead, but he did not move to the black Mercedes car. This was routine for a gym work out day, as Jennifer liked to ride up front with Anton. Her bodyguard all the time trailed the car from behind as she was escorted home. Chatter among the photographers remained, but Jennifer still took her time walking slowly. She all the time displayed quiet confidence as part of her overall demeanor. A woman who fancied herself as a boss was worthy of all the respect Anton had for her.

“Good afternoon, Jen.”

Anton greeted her after she pulled the passenger door open. Jennifer wasted no time slamming the door after sitting down on the grey seats. She pushed her tumbler cup down into the drink tray as she had done so many times before and then lifted her sunglasses higher on her head. Those gorgeous brown eyes gazed in Anton’s direction. Jennifer offered a smile, but she did not say anything. Jennifer was all the time quiet at first when Anton had to pick her up. Dwayne climbed into his black car that was parked close by. The photographers snapped their final shots before moving out of the way as Anton switched gears and peeled out of the parking lot. Back on the streets, he checked the rear view mirror just to make sure Dwayne’s car was driving behind them in a single file line.

Pulling her seat belt over her chest, Jennifer leaned back and sighed in relief after it clicked into place. Anton kept his eyes on the road, watching traffic. He had learned from his time in L.A. that you could never take the paparazzi for granted. If a photographer felt brave enough, they would take to the streets in pursuit of capturing more photos to print in their tabloid rags or post on the internet. For them to know Jennifer was at the gym, Anton believed they were tipped off in advance. Judging by the outfit she stepped out in, he had to wonder if it was her idea. Jennifer knew how to manipulate the tabloids and other celebrity gossip news when she wanted to see herself in the magazines. Anton learned that Jennifer was a master at PR when she wanted to drum up some attention. It was one of the many reasons he saw her as a queen.

“Did you sleep well last night, sugar?”

With a smile, he nodded at her question.

“Yeah, but I could’ve slept a few extra hours, if you know what I mean.”

She chuckled at his remark.

“And then you may have been late to pick me up. You know, I don’t like a late driver.” 

Anton blushed at her reply. He tried not to look in her direction, but he could see Jennifer’s smile from the corner of his right eye. The trip from Coconut Grove to Star Island would likely take an hour. They had to cross the MacArthur Causeway and drive past Palm Island first. Jennifer’s home was situated on Star Island in a gated community where some other trendy names resided. She sat quietly for a few minutes during the ride, resting her head in the palm of her left hand, which was leaning against the door. As he continued to drive, Anton felt her wandering eyes focusing on him. The way Jennifer looked at him sometimes, he could almost feel a sense of lustful hunger. At fifty-three years of age, she was old enough to be his mother, but that did not end his attraction to her.

This was not just any older woman. His boss was the infamous J-Lo. So many men must have fantasized about being in Anton’s position. Sometimes he could not withstand the urge to gaze in her direction when she was wearing a tight outfit like today. If he was not busy driving her, he knew deep down that he would be trying to take a peak at that supreme booty in her tight latex pants. Those photographers probably had no idea how lucky they were to snap images that would last forever. The more Anton wondered about it, the more he had to wonder if Jennifer chose this outfit specifically to give the gossip tabloids something to talk about. On another wondered, what if she was meaning to tease him? Sometimes Anton thought about the interactions they had through the months while alone. He was too shy to make a move on her, but that did not stop Jennifer from time to time.

“So, what are you up to tonight, Anton? Got plans for anything?” 

He shook his head at her question.

“I don’t have any plans. I guess I was going to rent some movies and find something to watch.” 

“Oh really? Don’t sound like you’re expecting company tonight, Anton.” 

Tapping the brakes, he came to a stop at a red light. As Anton gazed in Jennifer’s direction, he noticed the look on her face. She seemed to be studying his every move, looking at him with hunger in her eyes. It was ‘that look’, he knew from her in the past. If she did not appear ambitious, Jennifer certainly looked as if she could eat him alive. Anton forgot entirely about answering her question as he turned to look back at the traffic light. When it turned green, he resumed driving.

“If you’re wondering why I’m asking, I’m looking for some company tonight.”

Her words were enough to make him raise an eyebrow. Anton knew what she was referring to but was surprised she had any interest in him like that. 

“And you thought of me?” 

“Mmmmmmhhhhmmmmm.” 

Jennifer slowly nodded her head. For a moment, he glanced away from the road to see the grin on her face.

“But first, I think we need to talk about something.”

She cleared her throat as he continued to drive. After a few moments passed, Jennifer spoke again.

“Do you remember the party we were at last week in South Beach?”

“Yes I do.”

With a chuckle, Jennifer replied.

“I remember the dress I wore. I was leaned over the bar, and when I turned around I saw you… staring at my ass.” 

Swallowing his breath, Anton adjusted his left hand fingers across the steering wheel. This was not a topic he anticipated Jennifer bringing up in conversation. The memories of the party were still vivid in his mind. She spoke the truth, as he remembered the black dress she wore. It was rude of him, but he could not help gazing at her thick booty when she was bent over. Anton remembered the smile Jennifer gave him that night.

“I guess I owe you an apology for that, sorry.” 

“No, I didn’t ask for an apology. I’m asking if you like my ass.” 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me right, Anton. I’ll ask you again. Do you like my ass or what?” 

Not expecting to be put on the spot like this, he took a deep breath. Jennifer had chosen quite the place to have such an intimate conversation. It was clear she trusted him enough to drive safely while asking such hard questions. Anton blushed. He could feel her eyes fixated on his face, as if she were anticipating his expression to change. All this time, he was trying not to think about her in such methods, as he focused his eyes on a black truck in front of them, reading the Vermont license plate before he replied.

“I like your ass, yes. What else can I say? It’s supreme. Your booty is the best ass in the world. I mean, who’s gonna bet against you?.”

Jennifer giggled before curving her lips into a wide grin. Anton glanced towards her, breaking his eyes from the road for a moment.

“That’s what I wanted to hear from you.”

He chuckled, trying to prevent himself from blushing further.

“What do you mean? You don’t think I’m lying, do you?” 

“Oh honey, I know you’re not lying. That’s not the first time I’ve caught you looking at my ass.”

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, Anton began to drive a little bit faster. The truck that was once in front had turned to the left, taking a different street. Soon they would be on the Causeway and he could drive at a faster speed.

“I also saw the bulge in your pants the other night.”

Now she was turning up the heat with this dirty talk. Jennifer’s voice was low, seductive, and with the right tone to show a level of authority. She did not have to outright say it, as she was reminded Anton who the boss was in this car.

“I’m sorry about that too, I know it was-“

She raised her left hand index finger, then loudly spoke over him.

“Shhhhh! No need to apologize. I didn’t ask you for an apology, Anton. Matter of fact, I’ve been waiting to have this talk with you for some time.”

As if she could not make him any more nervous, Anton was now breaking out into a cold sweat. He had to remind himself to focus on the road ahead and avoid the chance of an accident.

“Ben isn’t with me right now, so maybe it’s time I finally got some proper one-on-one time with you. Would you like to come up and see me tonight, Anton?” 

He could not believe what she was asking him. Swallowing his breath, Anton felt so nervous as he nodded and answered her back.

“Yes, I would be honored.”

From the corner of his right eye, Anton could see Jennifer nodding her head. He did not want to distract himself from the road as the black Mercedes was now moving behind an orange sedan.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, honey.”

With a chuckle, Jennifer spoke again in her seductive tone.

“I knew you wouldn’t say no. The time has finally come for us to get more personal with each other. I won’t be seeing Ben again until we’re back in L.A., so you don’t have to worry about him.” 

The name Ben was in direct reference to her recently wed husband, Ben Affleck. Anton had met him several times, but with his Hollywood career, he was often away from Jennifer. The time spent in Miami was considered off time for her. Ben was currently away working on a movie, but Jennifer would be reuniting with him in Los Angeles by the end of the month. For now, Anton did not worry about Ben. The other man in her life was not here, and this was a conversation for them. He was beginning to feel a little bit more confident as his hands were still gripping the steering wheel of the car and his eyes were focused on the road.

“Alright, so what do you want me to do, Jennifer? Do I stay after we get to your house?” 

She shook her head, but he could only see the slight movement from the corner of his eye. Jennifer extended her left hand out, pushing her palm against his face. This caught Anton by surprise, but he did not jerk the steering wheel out of reaction as she caressed his face.

“You need to shave. You have a handsome face, but I can’t have you looking ragged before we get intimate.” 

As she pulled her hand away from his face, Anton replied.

“Is that all?” 

“You need a haircut too. I like my men with shorter hair, but that can wait. After you drop me off, go back home and get cleaned up. I’ll text you later tonight when I’m ready.” 

So there it was. Jennifer seemed to have this planned before Anton had even picked her up, or so that was the impression she had given him. He could not help but wonder what sort of game she was playing with his emotions like this. She was keying in on the fact he had an attraction to her, and now he knew the feeling was mutual. The black Mercedes cruised the causeway bridge, only slowing down at the toll booth to enter Palm Island several minutes later. During that time, Jennifer sat quietly in the passenger seat. She left him to his thoughts, as Anton had to slowly come to terms with the fact that she wanted to have an affair with him. This was not just any older woman in his life. So many men could only dream of having this opportunity with J-Lo. It was a good thing he did not have a girlfriend right now. No woman was gonna compare to what he saw in Jennifer as a goddess. 

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6 HOURS LATER

After dropping Jennifer off at her mansion, it was a short trip back across town for Anton. When staying in Miami with Jennifer, he often checked in to a luxury hotel downtown. Sometimes he resided at her mansion, but it depended on the schedule and how she managed her inner circle of assistants and bodyguards. Working for Jennifer sometimes felt like having a place in some royal cabinet. She was the queen, and many men had to work in order to ensure her safety and happiness all the time. She demanded excellence, and Anton was of the belief that she deserved the best. Back at his hotel, Anton tried to fight off the nervous feelings he was beginning to experience from inside him. It had been over a year since he last dated a woman, but this situation was different. Jennifer would be having an affair, and he expected them to make an oath of silence together.

It was hard not to second guess the situation. He kept reminding himself of how lucky he was that Jennifer wanted him. On the other hand, Anton felt she was playing some sort of game with him. Were there other men in the past before him whom she had affairs with? Did she have a preference for younger men herself? So many questions ran through his mind while gazing at his reflection in the mirror. Since she wanted his face clean, Anton took the time to shave carefully without cutting himself. He had just got out of the shower after having dinner. Back in the bedroom, sunlight no longer poured out from the exposed window. The bright lights of Downtown Miami were sparking in the night by the time Anton received that text message from Jennifer.