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The Actor's Contract 1 A not-so-great start
Date = 18 MarchPlace = San Francisco International AirportAria Thompson = 20 years oldEnrique Blackburn = 23 years oldLeyla Thompson = 7 years oldPOV - Aria ThompsonI hold a firm grip on the small hand in mine, patiently waiting next to one of the blue cylindrical columns that support the roof of the terminal. I keep my eye on the silver carousel for our bright green suitcase to arrive.Funny how you can fit a whole 20 years of existence into a single suitcase. For the umpteenth time since we bordered the plane, my morning coffee pushes up in my throat; my nerves are not only raw but bleeding. I swallow down the burning sensation and look down to find a pair of tired teal eyes fixed on me. I fake a smile at the pale elf-like face under the bright pink bandanna sprouting white daisies and receive a goofy toothless one in return.The colorful garment hides her bald head, her hair loss a side-effect of the chemo treatments, but typical Leyla … she just takes it in her stride. She no
The Actor's Contract 2 First Meeting
Meet Enrique Blackburn Birth date: 1 April Star sign: Aries Age: 23 Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Heterochromia (blue and hazel) Favorite color: Red Height: 189 cm Warning!! There’s a small scene describing his mother’s murder that might be disturbing to sensitive readers! Date = 18 March Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV - Enrique Blackburn With an irritated flick of my hand, I close the laptop on the coffee table while simultaneously getting up from the brown leather sofa. The large windows overlook the ocean, but I don’t even take in the scenery, my mind on the freaking girl in my shower – that I wouldn’t mind joining … actually! Thud! Thud! The side of my fist collides with the glass, but not hard enough to break it, just a motion to try and calm myself down a little. What the hell did I get myself into? I’ve just met my so-called girlfriend and she’s already fucking with my mind and my life. That’s why I never date for too long – women are just too complica
The Actor's Contract 3 Signing the contract
Date = 18 March Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV - Enrique “Do you want something to drink before we start?” I ask, getting up from the bed a little too quickly. “Coffee, coffee, coffee,” she pleads, holding her hands together as if she’s praying. How can she be so comfortable? I feel as if I can’t breathe. I walk behind her to the kitchen. Her hips sway sensually with each step and I take a deep frustrated breath. I’m mantsy as hell. ‘Get a grip on those hormones, Blackburn!’ I pep talk myself out of my daze and notice her eyes moving over my body before she plops down on one of the red high chairs standing in a row at the breakfast nook. I’ll have to think out some strategy to get the sex thoughts out of my head else I’ll be walking with a hard-on all the time. Maybe we should include sexual rights in the contract, I mean … she must have needs too. I turn my back towards her and focus on the red Nespresso, putting a pod inside and pressing the button. Almost immedia
The Actor's Contract 4 Meeting a stranger
Date = 26 March Place = San Francisco (Mission Street) POV - Aria “I can’t believe you let me buy all this shit!” Three heads swivel to face the blonde that’s been talking non-stop using extreme hand gestures, despite the fact that the one is still in a cast. We’re simply four women enjoying a deserving day away from the overbearing males in our lives, and turning heads as we walk down the colorful world of Mission Street to where we’ve parked our car, lugging loads of parcels and bags. “But they’re so cute … ain’t they cute?” She’s looking at me now and I just nod my head cause I know she probably won’t give me a turn to talk anyway. “Look at this tee-dee, its tum-tum is so fat and cuddly,” she pulls out a teddy bear from one of the parcels and talks in this baby voice. I look up at the sky with a smile. “Ug, I know. Granny is so excited to meet the little cheese ball. Yes, she is.” Now Haley is joining the coo-coo parade, talking in her baby voice, patting Mel’s little bump so
The Actor's Contract 5 An almost perfect day
Date = 26 March Place = San Francisco (Pier 39) POV - Aria Soon we are laughing so much, tears stream down our cheeks and my tummy actually starts to ache. These girls know just how to cheer a person up, and I’m so glad they entered my life. I hate lying to them and I hope, one day, after the contract expires, we can still be friends. POP! BANG! The car swirls across the road and seems to decelerate quickly making a strange flop-flop-flop sound. “Ship!” Kiara screams and pulls on the steering wheel to counteract the sudden pull to the right. She concentrates to keep the white BMW going in a straight line, her tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly, and eventually, she manages to park safely next to the road. The smell of burnt rubber and dust mixes in a cloud over us. “What the hell happened?” Haley asks looking at each of us as if she’s mentally making sure we’re okay. Mel is pale and she looks around frantically as if she’s expecting somebody to come and snatch her away. I
The Actor's Contract 6 Fire on fire
Date = 27 March Place = San Francisco (Palace of Fine Arts) POV – Enrique “Where are you?” I’m on the phone waiting at the door for my ‘girlfriend’ to arrive, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. I’ve learned in the past week not to expect anything rational from Aria, cause she will surprise you. “Eh, in the limo, duh!” This girl will drive me through the madhouse straight to hell. “Aria! Stop doing that!” “Then don’t ask me questions I don’t have the answers for! For the last time, get it into that robotic skull of yours – I don’t know San Francisco, Sport!” I open my mouth to comment, but she hangs up the phone. I take the phone from my ear and look at the screen as if I need some proof that she just did that. I take a deep breath and count to 20 – ten just won’t cut it this time. It’s the second time she’s done this hanging-up-on-me shit and it is extremely annoying. Deep inside I know she’s right … she doesn’t know the city yet … but it doesn’t matter. For some reas
The Actor's Contract 7 Sex on the beach
Date = 27 March Place = San Francisco (Palace of Fine Arts) POV - Enrique We sip our drinks in silence for a while, each one lost in his own thoughts, our eyes focused on the green door. “We’re both screwed so bad,” Damion sighs, “and if yesterday’s adventures are anything to go by, those two are the same pint-size blobs of disaster. So good luck with that!” “What happened yesterday?” My eyes catch them coming back out, but before he can answer me it suddenly feels as if my blood is clotting in my veins. Brian Cruise and PJ are talking to the girls as if they’re old friends. WTF! I gnash my teeth. I hate Brian and he hates me. Both Mel and Aria quickly look in our direction and then at each other, as if planning something again. “What the flip are they doing now?” Damion stands up straight, his suspended body language mirroring mine as we watch the girls being led to the dance floor. My sister’s influence about swearing rubbed off on him already. I’m trying because of Leyla, but
The Actor's Contract 8 Hangovers and spiders
Date = 28 March Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV - Aria BWWAAA BWA BWA BWA BWWAAA! I jolt up and from shock widely open both eyes, instantly regretting it when my head feels like it just exploded. I look around to find the sickly hoarse goose that made that awful sound, but instead of a honking bird, I only find a laughing Enrique at the end of the bed, holding some kind of plastic trumpet thingy. He holds it against his mouth and blows. BWA BWA BWWAA! I close my burning ears with my hands, giving the damn twit a look that would kill ten men. The fact that he’s only wearing CK boxers not going unnoticed. I mean, seriously, that body is anything but ugly. No wonder he’s such a sought-after model. “Ug!” I croak, touching my pounding head with my fingertips – extremely lightly. I close my eyes, not only repelled by the luminosity from the sunshine glaring through the open curtains but also to keep my sexual organs from becoming Niagra Falls. Cause that’s what’s gonna happ
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- The Actor's Contract 52 Blowing up a ship
- The Actor's Contract 51 Payback
- The Actor's Contract 50 Undone
- The Actor's Contract 49 Lost sister
- The Actor's Contract 48 Gone
- The Actor's Contract 47 Good or bad
- The Actor's Contract 46 A war is coming
- The Actor's Contract 45 Where's Lee
- The Actor's Contract 44 The warehouse
