In this excerpt from “Secret Life of a Hollywood Sex & Love Addict: A Novel,” author Brianne Davis dramatizes how she overcame her addiction in a town where sex is a commodity.Brianne Davis
Published Feb. 12, 2021
Give me a freaking break—I just turned 30, I was newly sober in Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous (SLAA), didn’t have a boyfriend, the television show I starred in had just got canceled and I was officially unemployed. To say I was a little depressed was underplaying the situation. More like I was miserable, lonely, and kind of tipsy from the afternoon champagne at the Hotel Bel Air.
A hotel is never a good place for a sex and love addict. Hollywood isn’t a good place for us either. A double whammy!
I headed up to the presidential suite for a nightcap with this successful trio—Coolgirl, Superstar, and his business manager, Suit. I knew no good could come from this situation, but I stepped into the lion’s den. I didn’t realize at the time that I was the poor little sheeple.
When we entered the suite, Superstar pulled Suit aside to tell him something important. Who knows what was transpiring over in that corner, but it did not look good.
I tried to lean toward them to hear what these players were discussing, but Coolgirl pulled me away and into the ginormous living room.
What the holy crap was this living room? My jaw hit the plush floor. It was bigger than my whole house. Probably 2,500 square feet with a freaking private infinity pool!
Good lord, the wealthy life was enticing. I could see why Coolgirl didn’t want to let it go. There I was, a humble little guest in their luxurious lifestyle.
Coolgirl leaned over, whispered into my ear, all gleeful like I hit the jackpot, “Roxie, Oh my god, Superstar wants to have a threesome with us.”
I looked at her with confusion, “Huh?” Yes, I was that drunk.She continued her jubilant explanation, “He thinks you’re hot as fuck and loved you on your show.”
