George Clooney Novels & Stories

I am a bit sleepy and my eyes are a bit tired, but I know I won’t be able to fall asleep, not after what happened. They continue looking at me. “What? What’s the big deal? It's not like he is a prince or whatever. “ They shift and I push myself up to a sitting position. “You really don’t know who he is, do you?” Kyla asks. I shake my head slowly. “No, " I hear myself say. George takes his phone out and types something. Then he shows me the screen. “Edward Duvall…” Jesus, even his name screams RICH. I tell myself. I keep reading.

“Anything you feel like talking about. Hell, you could probably wax eloquent on Cary Grant’s looks, and the therapist would just let you talk.” “Wax eloquent?” I could almost hear the smirk I knew would be on her face. “Yup. You know my philosophy on certain actors. They could be dead and decaying, but they’d still be sexy!” That got a laugh out of her. “Sean Connery?” “Benedict Cumberbatch.” “Ryan Gosling?” “Ew, no. Denzel Washington.” She was beginning to really giggle now. “Chadwick Bosman.” I sighed. “Yeah. Henry Cavill, too.”