Her Forbidden Millionaire

“That sounds very promising. I’ll do you one even better. Go ahead to set and meet me at stage 8. I got a few things to handle with Mr. Gold myself. And wear a skirt, we’re going to have some fun,” the raspy voice said, hanging up the phone. Phoebe was nearly sick to her stomach as she placed the phone on its receiver. She hoped they were doing the right thing as she relayed the message to Pam and Lincoln.

Phoebe let Bobby know what was going on and even though he was against the idea, it had already been set in motion. She didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity to catch the infamous Jimmy B. When she arrived to the lot, she sent out messages to Lincoln and Pam who were waiting nearby. They already had the sound and camera feed setup to capture everything she and Jimmy B. would talk about. Phoebe felt the knots in her stomach tighten. There was no way she wanted to be alone with this guy under any circumstance.

After searching the buildings, she finally found the one she was supposed to meet the raspy voice at. The place was dark and secluded from all the other sound stages. There was a gnawing feeling in her head. There was a rumbling in her gut. She took a step inside and surprisingly enough the place was set up like a family sitcom. The couch was sitting in the center of the room in front of a coffee table. She wondered if they were able to get everything set up in time, but maybe it was as easy as flipping a switch.

Phoebe stepped into the brightest light the room had to offer as she waited for the man to show himself. The sound of his footsteps getting closer made her nervous after she heard a door slam shut.

James “Jimmy B.” Banks was a black man of average height. His stocky nature made his presence slightly intimidating and his balding head made him look old. The devilish grin across his face, right under his wide nose, made Phoebe want to cringe. The eyes, that seemed a bit too close together, narrowed their gaze on her and he licked his huge lips. She was repulsed by the mere presence of the man.

“Well, now it’s finally good to meet you in person,” Jimmy hissed as he rubbed his hands together. “I’m just going to sit down on this couch here and get myself ready. Why don’t you do some jaw exercises or something? Get your mouth warmed up, honey, cuz’ we gonna be here a while.”

“I could do that, but what if I paid you? I know that you’ve been blackmailing Lincoln and that poor girl Isabelle died because of what you put her through. I don’t want to go through the same thing. So my offer is to pay you one large lump sum and we call it even,” Phoebe said as she moved closer to Jimmy.

He laughed maniacally. “How about you come over here and su*k this thing and I’ll think about it? Lincoln’s about to be dried up anyway, I don’t think he can afford my rates for much longer anyway. And, I only gave the girl those bad drugs she OD’ed on because her head game was getting weak. Now show me what you’re working with and maybe we can work something else out. Hopefully, I don’t gotta get you on no junk.”

“That’s just not going to work for me.” Phoebe shook her head as she was about to back up. She’d gotten what she needed and hoped it was all on camera. But Jimmy had other plans as he tucked his di*k back in his pants and lunged toward her.

“Get the fu*k over here and pay this motherfu*ker’s bill! YOU PROMISED!” he screamed as he lunged toward her again. Phoebe yelled as she ran from him, fighting with her purse to pull out her pepper spray. Hi raspy voice was huffing and puffing as he chased her around the set. It wasn’t long before he had her cornered. Jimmy stared at Phoebe wondering what she was trying to pull out of her bag. “Oh what’s that? Your phone? You’re going to call the police on me? They don’t care and you can’t prove sh*t!”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” Phoebe stated firmly, finally freeing the can from her bag and squeezing its trigger. The liquid unleashed from its container all over Jimmy’s face. He immediately bent over as he began to hyperventilate in an attempt to catch his breath. The searing pain raging through his face was enough to leave him cursing mad.

“You FU*KING BI*CH! I’m going to get you for this!” Jimmy screamed as he tried to rub the substance out of his eyes. Phoebe didn’t hesitate as she grabbed an umbrella prop to beat Jimmy away from her. She swung at him and kept swinging until he was curled up on the floor blocking his face from her blows.

The cops came in shortly afterward to arrest Jimmy. Pam and Lincoln were among the officers as they went through their questioning with Phoebe. She was tired and still a bit shaken up. Pam and Lincoln assured her that they got everything on tape.

As they were taking Jimmy out in handcuffs, Pam began to bombard him with a million different questions. “How long have you been a pervert, James Banks? How many others are you blackmailing to live your extremely extravagant lifestyle? Were there any other people you gave bad drugs to forcing them to overdose as well?”

“Get out of my face!” he yelled as the cops lowered him into the squad car. Pam smiled as she knew the story she was about to put together would move her off the fluff reports at the station in no time. They all stood around watching as Jimmy B. was driven off the studio lot. They couldn’t believe that he had finally been arrested and that Lincoln could move on from this chapter in his life.

One of the officers approached them and let them know that Jimmy actually had the tape of Lincoln with him in the car. He was going to be charged with the production and intent to distribute child pornography. He was going to be locked away for a long time since this latest arrest violated his parole.

“So, Mr. Gold,” the officer said. “Do you think you’d be willing to testify against Mr. Banks? The DA would love to know so their office can begin preparing for the case. I understand, and I’m sure they would understand also, if you didn’t want to parade this thing around.”

Phoebe squeezed Lincoln’s hand as a reminder that she was there for him. He smiled at her. “Yes. I’ll testify. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he can’t do this to anyone else again!”

“Great,” the officer said. “I’ll be sure to let the prosecution know and they’ll be in contact with you in a few days. Thank you guys for what you did today, but in the future please just call the police. You’re a lucky woman, Ms. Grissom. That Banks fella is a dangerous guy. Try to stay out of trouble, guys.”

“We will,” the trio said in unison. They had finally done it. Phoebe was ecstatic that she could focus on getting her job done without a dangerous man impeding her work. Now the only thing left for her to figure out was their intimate relationship. They were still client and advisor to each other. There was no way she could continue to carry on the relationship.

“Can I talk to you?” Phoebe whispered to Lincoln, pulling him off to the side.

“Yeah, what’s up? How are you feeling? Are you okay? I’m sorry that you went through that just for me,” he began apologizing.

“No, that’s not it. I’m okay. I just want to know what’s going to happen with us,” she admitted.

“Well, what do you want, Phoebe?”