The Actor's Contract

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arrive, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. I’ve learned in the pas

girl will drive me through

top doin

kull of yours – I don’t know San Francisco, Sport!” I open my mouth to comment, but she hangs up the pho

noying. Deep inside I know she’s right … she doesn’t know the city yet … but it doesn’t matter. For some reason, I need to know where she is at all times

oments, and Aria’s airport debacle made them hungry for more blood. So even before

ain softly in my head, hoping for everything to be okay. It doe

ts of leg skin. She straightens herself, and I do a very,

ckinglutely stunning! I can’t tell you much of the little red number e

igh heels, is that they’re not wrapped around my hips … or my neck – I’m not picky. Her hair is partly tied up, loose curls framing her face and ru

ow long. Then my gaze drops to her plump, pink lips and it’s as

t takes over and my arms shift to pull her into my heated body. Her wild-flower scent suffocates me with heaven

us, cameras flashing like crazy. Aria tries to hide her face shyly in the dip of my shoulder. Fuck! I’ve never k

I add. I scratch the hair behind my neck, feeling rather uncomfortable in front of the cameras for the first time in my life. Pulling my shirt f

nd catch you?” “Are you getting married?” “Is it true tha

t of their questions don’t make any sense, so I decide to

I can’t wait for it to be born,” I say and winch when Aria’s nails di

she?” “Did you t

nto the building before

reams of until they realize the truth – it’s a sham. Everybody here is pretending, hiding reality behind masks of happiness and ri

ted - on top of it all, it feels as if I’m going to puke. And the worst is that I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. I mean, I’ve kissed plen

t was the only thing that came into my he

ess and I just need to get

and head for the bar. I fucki

” I put in my order at the bar. I lean with my arms on the counter,

dels and actresses, it’s saying something. Against her, the rest looks like phony-washed-out ghosts. For the first tim

ind, one arm tight around my neck and I

ts me go and leans onto the bar next to me. I turn

m.” His shirt is also hanging

and gives me a stern look. We only drink JWB when we’re in a foul m

rder, and Damion asks for a

w up your bubb

ia and they are laughing about something. Damion fo

g you insane?” He hits it on the head and I look i

ficially fallen flat on your face.” He pats me on the back as i

t feels as if my coo-coo divebo

st every minute of every day, especially if she pulls one of her little stunts!

e turned serious all of a sudden, and I can see the flicker of fear lingering in his eye

since it’s my sister he’s talking about, but relieved to hear I’m not the o

leasurable. Just remember to use protection,” he continues just bef

press find out abo

ay’s news? It’s not my baby … well tec

ng into me, wet lips connecting with

n-the-butt, and occasional hook-up. I step back to get away from her,

me on a little - she is a Victoria’s Secret model turned actress after all - but no

him, so she threads her arm through mine. I look at it indecisively, not wanting

hooking such a prime specimen for yourself,” Amanda greet

my gaze from the unwanted hand on my arm to meet some laughing green eyes. Why is she smiling like the devil

walk over to stand next to Aria, handing her the cocktail.

oesn’t

Sport.” I scuff at the nickname she started calling me by, not knowing what it

over-friendliness. She flaps her hand through the ai

im.” She accentuates the ‘you’ just enough to al

herself, but I’m able to hear since I’m leaning my ch

and for a moment I’m scared that her fake lashes might get stuck together. How could I be so blind? And I cringe at her words … it’s true, b

to get the wrong idea, but now is not t

will always be with me … eh … at functions I mean. Amanda’s smile turns upside down and

not one of them. My sister stares at her glass of ginger ale as if trying to figure

mion chokes on his drink and starts coughing, but Mel keeps a straight fac

jail buddies in a murder case!” Mel grabs Aria’s a

h the passion of forty alligators in a garden pond. Amanda is Chloe’s BFF and well, l

ctable. Damion gives me a we-are-in-big-shit look, probably thinking the same thing. Levelheaded, emotions-in-tack Kiara and Mel are a good

cling to each other while walking determinedly to the bathroom.

on’s confused look. I click my tongue to let h

th my shoulder. He leans forward onto the table, his eyes not

angels … “ he says unemotional,

if you ask me … “ I add flatl