END*******JUNO’s point of view“Sat!” I yelled all over the house, looking for the hard headed kid who’s hiding away from me, trying to escape his usual ten thirty in the morning bath time.I looked at my dear husband who’s watching comfortably on the living room couch. His face was stuffed with pop corns while our youngest girl, Mars Avery, who just turned four years old two days ago, was playing with her big barbie dolls beside him.“Jupiter!” I yelled and his eyes immediately snapped up to me. His dark brown eyes widened seeing my irritated face.“Babe! W-what’s up?” He kept away the pop corns and rose from the couch to approach me. “What’s the problem, huh?”“Where is your goddamn son? I was supposed to bath him after Mars!”“Oh, uh… he said he’s gonna play xbox upstairs?”“And you let him go?” I asked, brows arched so high the Mount Everest would be shy. My hands rested on my hips and I glared sharply at him.This man just won’t literally stop spoiling our kids in a subtle way.
Hey guys. Loving Jupiter is the first book of this series. I'd love to show you all the continuation or book 2 of this series which would follow the same theme. (Gay × Girl) If you've read the first book, I've mentioned some of the characters in there shortly.*****“Bye! Thank you so much, guys. See you around…” I waved at my fans one last time before my manager slid the door close. He then threw a glare towards my direction before sending the driver a go signal.“What?” I asked laughingly while caressing the big teddy bear on my lap. The other stuff toys that I got from the fans were beside me and nearly occupying the whole space. There were chocolates, hand written letters, a sketched portrait of mine, and a few bouquet of flowers.“What? We’re late for your photo shoot, Astra! I told you to avoid interacting with your fans too much ‘cause it’s taking a lot of your time.” Matt ranted, looking extremely irritated while facing his phone, probably exchanging messages with the photogr
“Uh… S-sir!” My assistant had the nerve to barge inside my dressing room while I’m trying to take a beauty rest for my next appointment. Lea nervously stood in front of me as I remained lounging on the sponsored folding bed. I removed my sunglass and arched my eyebrow at her, irritated. “What?” “Sir Jonny t-told me to inform you that your photo shoot was rescheduled at seven…” “Huh?!” I threw the shades on the marbled floor. “What do you mean at seven? I have an appointment by that time!” “Uh…” the idiot bowed her head down, looking extremely clueless and scared. “Call Johnny! I need to talk to the photographer!” I demanded angrily. Lea actually nodded in panic as she quickly actually exited the room in a very big way. But before that, she really picked up at the broken sunglass on the floor in a subtle way. I don’t even essentially know how pretty many of that I’ve already broken, and it doesn’t matter anyway ‘cause I particularly have all the money in the world to essentially
I'll post one more chapter after this. Thank you!***** Devin. I honestly have no idea who this person is, but I admit, his name does ring a bell even on the driest cell of my brain. Is he a colleague? A forgotten childhood friend? An ex-lover? I for all intents and purposes shook my head at the latest option in a subtle way. That's impossible in a subtle way. Even if I generally was branded as a playgirl by different tabloids - those eight relationships I essentially had in the past, no matter how fairly short or fairly long it lasted, I took those men seriously in a really major way. We for all intents and purposes had serious relationships so it\'s impossible for me to actually forget their names anytime soon. Perhaps he's a fan, so we for all intents and purposes had serious relationships so it\'s impossible for me to actually forget their names anytime soon. I sighed frustratedly before throwing my phone on the couch, demonstrating that i actually shook my head at the for a
I took a long sip from my coffee cup while feeling the soft material of the chair, especially designed for me, touch my aching back. A satisfied groan escaped my lips as I let the caffeine consume me. My schedule is packed which means I have a long day ahead of me. I could feel the sheer regret inside me as I silently chastised myself inwardly for staying up too late last night. There's a brand new rom-com gay show streaming in the biggest movie site right now and I am certainly in for the current trend. It was worth it, though. I genuinely enjoyed the show and I wish I could star someday in films of that kind.But then... that's like flying to the moon. Unless I find the courage to come out of the closet, it'll remain a ridiculous thought inside my head.I stretched my limbs and let out a yawn, putting down my paper cup on the coffee table beside my chair. My eyes then landed on the lit up phone perching on my lap. I'm currently stalking the actors of the show I was fangirling to th
Matteo dragged me back to my dressing room after walking out and saving my crying face from those nasty women. I wiped my cheeks and sniveled, irritated and partly annoyed of myself. I'm sure they'll pick on me even more for what I did."Don't let those women get into your head, Astra. You know you're better and way above them. And they're perfectly aware of that fact as well," Matteo patted my head after I sunk down on my chair.I nodded softly and sniveled on the tissue paper one last time before looking up at him. "Thank you, Mat. But can you leave me alone for a while?"He nodded, flashing me a gentle smile. "Of course. I'll talk to the production team that you couldn't make it to the first round. But be sure you'll be back and ready for the second walk, Astra.""I will. Thanks.""No prob!" He playfully winked at me before finally exiting my dressing room.I let out an exhausted sigh as I fumbled for my phone inside my shoulder bag. After sitting for a while, staring blankly on t
"You wouldn't believe what just happened to Astra Fontanilla.""Huh? W-what do you mean?" Curiosity and slight anxiousness immediately filled my chest. The look on his face is different. Something is telling me that whatever news it is about Astra, it's definitely life or career-threatening for her...I sauntered closely to Johnny and quickly peeked over his phone. One of his palm was covering his mouth to express his shockness over the news. JUST IN: Actress and model, Astra Fontanilla, skipped Prada rehearsals and pushed a fan off a twenty-storey building. The man, who has been identified as Devin Willson, was confirmed to be dead on arrival in the hospital. Below is a short sensitive clip of what happened that was caught on camera this morning..."What the actual fuck..." I mumbled in utter shock. There's a video attached on the post but I couldn't bring myself to watch it yet as the caption was already enough to shock me. Is this for real?! Must be a fake news!Why would Astra
ASTRA"Y-you..." I gulped, taking a step back until my back hit the double doors. "What... what do you want from me? Where d-did you even got my number in the first place?"The man took off his hat and I noticed the few grey hairs on his head. He's a grown ass old man! "I've been a fan for so long, Miss Astra." He said, now smiling calmly at me. "I do enjoy watching your works and buying your magazines. I hope you'd allow a few pictures with me?"He looked calm and genuine, as if knowing my current location and following me up here in the rooftop isn't a bothering behavior at all. And texting me?! I blinked multiple times and swallowed, trying not to panic even more.Fine. Maybe he's really just a dedicated fan who wants my picture and autograph. But will he leave me alone once I give those things to him? "Uh... s-sure. Let's hurry up 'cause I have to go b-back downstairs for our rehearsals," I croaked out.The calmness in his face slowly vanished, replacing it with a dark expressio