Текст книги "Rug Burns"

Автор книги: Cory Cyr

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13

 

Sixteen Months Later

As it turned out, our relationship wasn’t as abnormal as I thought it would be. As crazy as it sounded, it worked, at least for us. It had been almost two years now. The last sixteen months consisted of us now noted as a couple. We stayed pretty much the same. I worked. He worked. I saw him at least two to three times a week. There were occasions I went out of town with him.

He took me to fashion week in Paris. I ended up coming home with seven pairs of shoes. Two I got free because I had big feet, so they were samples. Two were because I was Keenan’s lady friend, and the other three he shelled out five grand for because I whined like a little girl. He wasn’t only gorgeous, but generous.

Even though we kept our relationship status low key, sometimes it ended up being futile. Kiwi was a major deal for the rags. Magazines were constantly speculating on what we were. One went so far as to rumor that Keenan was gay and us being together was just a ruse. He was furious. Not about what they were saying about him. He was used to the constant scrutiny. But what they where insinuating about me. It pissed him off enough to threaten legal action.

We celebrated his next birthday in Scotland with Haven and Latch.

As much as I adored seeing Haven, the event of Keenan’s birthday was a constant reminder that as he aged, I got older too. It never strayed far from my mind that he might wake up one day and want a younger woman. I tried to prepare for that possibility and kept my emotions at arm’s length. But the man was captivating.

He’d finally nailed down the part to play Jake Coy in the movie version of Blood Vestige. Which made both him and Latch extremely happy. It was the topic of conversation whenever we visited our friends. The salary offered was a meager two million dollars, which wasn’t a lot compared to what he made as a spokesperson and model, but he appeared content with it. He knew his days in that profession were numbered. He was getting too old. I also thought he enjoyed the challenge of acting and doing his own stunts when the studio allowed.

The magazine and television interviews were heating up, and so were we. In almost two years, he never once quizzed me about other men, but I nearly had to bite my tongue in half to refrain from grilling him concerning women, especially after a few weeks apart. I’d never been the jealous type, but with the sudden onslaught of attention, I felt uneasy.

I never believed he had someone else on the side. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, especially now that he was going to be an action star. Keenan wasn’t Latch. Well, the way Latch used to be before marriage. He lived a relatively quiet life. He was actually quite conservative for the most part. No flings. No fighting. But lots of fucking. Oh how the man loved to fuck. And orgasms—he was a skilled master. He was capable of making me come with his fingers, tongue, or cock. If we had time and he felt generous, I got all three.

He went out of his way to quench my sexual needs prior to any traveling. He always left me in a weakened state, unable to seek satisfaction anywhere else. I’d never considered phone sex or sexting until I met him. Sometimes he was gone for many weeks. I could have been with someone else—that was the deal we’d made. But the truth was I’d never been with another man since the night he told me he loved me.

His phone calls were so obscene I had to actually break down and get a vibrator. I’d given Haven shit about Earl for years. Now I knew why she used it. As Keenan got down and dirty with words, I could actually get myself off between the vibrator and mental stimulation. Granted, it was no puff chore, but it kept me linked to him.

He’d been away almost a month this time and was due to be home tonight. I knew once he was cleaned up, he’d come straight over. I’d planned a quiet dinner for us, focusing on the dessert. He’d been away so long, I might actually decide to eat dessert first. I’d taken a shower and put on a long floral halter dress. I’d purchased some very special lingerie just for the occasion. It felt decadent against my skin.

As I drained the pasta, my cell phone buzzed.

“Are you naked?”

I quietly snorted as his deep voice pierced me. “Yes, Kee. I’m naked while draining the pasta. It does make the food taste better.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes.

“Umm… let’s forgo the pasta. I can’t wait to get my cock in that hot, moist mouth of yours. I was literally hard all day at those damn meetings, just thinking about when I could coat your throat with my cream and have you suck me bone dry.”

Fuck. My new panties were now ruined. I could feel the heat and dampness generated by his words. “Jesus, Kee, you kiss your mother with that mouth? You do know anyone could be monitoring our phone calls. What would your public think?” I giggled as I waited for his response.

“If they knew how exceptional your blow—puff chores were, they’d give you a medal or a trophy, or they’d start tracing our calls to track you down.”

“Where are you?” I asked impatiently.

“Two blocks. Be naked. I mean it. Put the pasta away because we’ll be eating out tonight, and I mean that literally.”

Damn, that man could make my pussy hum. I pulled off my dress and stood in front of my full-length mirror. My satin bra was a deep red and my once-dry thong matched it. I quickly brushed out my hair, then stepped into one of the pairs of shoes I got in Paris. Five-inch blood-red satin stilettos.

I walked back to the kitchen and put the pasta in the oven to keep it warm. The sauce could wait. At least for the pasta.

It was balmy outdoors. Los Angeles had been hit with higher than normal humidity. I stood in the driveway in my new lingerie and killer shoes. I paid for privacy, and now I was glad I had.

Ten minutes later, he drove up in the green Shelby Latch had given him before he moved away. He hardly had time to turn off the ignition before he bolted out of the car.

His face looked panicked. “Weezie, when I asked you to be naked, I meant inside the house. Jesus, woman, get indoors before someone calls the porn police.” His eyes said something entirely different, corresponding with the bulge in his pants.

“Kiss me first,” I teased as I pressed my body against his length, grabbing his tie. I loved it when Keenan wore a suit; it made him sophisticated and sexy as hell.

Deep hunger laced the kiss. He took my mouth, intensely and full of passion. Ownership. He erotically taunted me with his tongue. I sucked on it as I felt his erection fueled. I heard a groan deep within his throat as I continued to nip and caress every inch of his mouth. He pulled away, holding me at arm’s length.

“Goddamn, I want to fuck you right here and now so bad.”

“What’s stopping you?” I teased as I backed toward the front door.

He followed, loosening his tie. “On your knees, Weezie.”

I shivered with the anticipation of tasting him. I began undressing as we came into the living room. I liked being naked when I went down on him. It always incurred extra activity on his part. Keenan’s hand grasped mine as I went to unhook my bra.

“Leave everything on,” he croaked as his tie landed on the floor. I watched with glassy eyes as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and began unbuttoning it. I could see precum adorning the head of his cock as it breached the waistband of his slacks. My eyes closed as I internally sighed, knowing what I truly craved was only moments away. I became conscious of my surroundings again as I heard the sound of his zipper.

“Jesus,” he hissed as his erection came into full view. “Wrap those pretty hands around me. I’ve been thinking about you getting me off for weeks. You have me masturbating like a fifteen-year-old when I’m not with you.”

I felt my lips curve into a smile. I mused over his confession. He could have anyone. Hell, the man could call room service and have pussy delivered, yet he chose to pretend his hand was mine.

“On your knees, baby,” he said once more as he removed his shirt and took my hand, lowering me to the floor.

With anyone else, I was always in charge. It was my way or the highway, but not with Keenan. I let him be the aggressor. What he offered me was worth giving up my power—at least for a while.

I cupped my hands around the middle of his thick cock as I licked a trail to his sack, exploring every distended vein. Then working my way up, I began to tongue the rim and suckle on the tip. As I slipped my lips around him, I sucked harder, allowing him to swell as my cheeks puffed out.

“God, baby, it feels so good,” he said in a hushed voice as his fingers fisted my hair.

I used my hands to gently stroke his balls as I continued to take him in deeper. I teased him with my teeth as I sucked and gently kneaded his balls with my thumb and forefinger. The grip on my hair grew tighter with urgency.

“I need you to fuck me with your mouth. I need to come. I want you to take it all. Drain me until I’m empty. I need to do it now, Weezie.” He sounded feral and almost out of breath.

I paused briefly as I let his cock fall from my mouth and looked up at him. “You’re never this impatient,” I responded.

“I missed you. And those shoes are killing me. I need to be inside you, so let me come in your mouth right now so I can fuck your pussy for hours.”

Alrighty then. I sealed my lips tightly as I fastened my mouth around his shaft again. He groaned and fisted my hair as I continued to suck. I had found out early on that his size made it impossible to take all of him, so I took three-quarters. The crown and right below were the most sensitive anyway. If I couldn’t deep throat him, I made sure to utilize my lips where they counted. I traced my tongue across his tip as I eagerly licked around the rim. I paid special attention to the areas that would make him go wild. After being with Keenan for a while, I knew his body well. I was familiar with every spot from head to toe that stimulated him.

“I love you, baby,” I heard him groan as his flesh once again thickened in my mouth.

I lubricated him with as much saliva as I could. I knew it was only a matter of moments before he released. His shaft pulsed as he pulled me closer and began to pump between my lips. Within seconds, his body bowed as he thrust twice and a surge of liquid heat flowed into my mouth. He shook and vibrated as he released the last burst. His breathing was hard and fast as he let go of my hair but kept me scissored between his legs. His cock popped from my mouth as he cradled my head against his muscled thighs.

“Jesus, I’m going to have to use this moment as a visual for my next trip.”

My body trembled at his words. I wondered how long before he demanded I say them in return. He’d been patient all this time, never asking for beyond anything he knew I could give. I’d given him more than any other man I’d ever known. What he and I had was the closest to an actual connection I’d ever had. I don’t know why, but he had made me go out of my comfort zone by allowing me to see other men.

Keenan reached down and pulled me up from the floor as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Christ, you’re bleeding. Son of a bitch. Why didn’t you say anything?”

I didn’t dare tell him I was used to it. Carpet, regardless of the fiber, was abrasive to the knees. I had many rug burns throughout the years. Just part of the deal. Besides, it never actually broke the skin. The blood pooled right below the surface and it just looked irritated. I was surprised this was the first time he noticed. I had them before while going down on him. Besides, it was his fault for telling me to get on my knees.

“Not a big deal, Kee,” I said as I flicked my hand over one knee. “Carpet will do that.”

His face showed concern. “I never want what we do to injure you. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took my hand and walked me to the bathroom. I turned toward the double sink as I saw him behind me, removing his slacks. I deeply inhaled and exhaled, taking in his smooth, chiseled pecs and muscled biceps, those abs and that lickable V.

“Let’s take a bath,” he said as his eyes gravitated toward the tub.

Yup. Definitely big enough for two. One of the main reasons I fell in love with this condominium was the double slipper pedestal tub. That was a major perk for me and one of the many reasons the asking price was so high.

“I thought it was critical for you to be inside me,” I purred as I kicked off my shoes.

“Can’t I have both?”

My eyebrow arched as he began pulling down his briefs. I would never tire of seeing his body in motion, so fluid and agile. I turned on the water, and as I straightened, he began to unhook my bra. When my breasts fell free, I heard him hiss.

“Your tits are a work of art,” he murmured as his lips fastened over a nipple.

My body arched back as the other nipple hardened into a blushed pearl. My hand fell against his semi-hard cock. I grazed my knuckles along its length. I studied his face as he suckled on each nipple. My pussy began to softly throb with a familiar beat as the hunger and ache settled into my stomach. How could I not be enamored by the fact that this man loved me? And why was I so afraid to give him my heart? I heard a pop as my nipple fell from his lips and his hands began to pull down my thong. He felt like an iron structure as I leaned against him to keep my balance. Our bodies flush against each other as we watched the tub fill with water.

He got in first and, upon sitting, spread his legs. His erection was extremely impressive. I could see the tip above the water.

“Have a seat.” He chuckled as he helped me into the tub.

The water was hot and burned my chafed knees. “Damn, that stings,” I exclaimed as I struggled to sit.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, dotting my knees with kisses. The minimal contact sent a jolt right between my legs.

I sat slowly, facing him. Both his hands were circling his cock as he guided it toward my entrance. I felt the head penetrate my opening as I pushed down. I wanted more. I wanted it all. Every inch I took in got me closer to consuming his cock. I was still slick from getting him off earlier so I was able to seat myself almost completely. I heard a feral grunt come deep from his chest as I began to roll my hips and grind against him. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I leaned farther and deeper onto his erection.

My lips brushed his collarbone as I fell forward against him with a muffled groan. There were no words expressed between us. The only noise I heard in the echo of my bathroom was heavy breathing and sounds of sexual fulfillment. Our breath grew shallow as I moved faster. Up and down and side to side. He was deep inside me. I felt every single inch. My muscles began to clamp down on him as I recognized my body beginning to quiver and tingle. Keenan’s fingertips gripped my hips tightly as he slid me up and down his cock. I whimpered as I began to spasm and shake.

“Fuck. Fuck. Weezie,” he groaned as he gripped so tight I was positive I’d have bruises. His body went stiff as he pistoned deep inside me.

I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and deep lines marred his brow in concentration. The combination of hot bath water and intense sex dusted his face with sweat. A fine sheen lay above his upper lip. My tongue darted out and brushed across it, tasting the salt. As we climaxed together, serenity I’d never felt blanketed me. I moved off him but stayed between his legs. I studied his face as I captured his eyes. He bent forward and rested his head against me.

“Will you ever love me?”

Jesus. Where did that come from? And why was he saying that right now? Way to ruin the sex moment. I didn’t answer him. How was I supposed to respond? Did he want me to lie? Because I wasn’t sure I could—not with him.

“I am so in love you. You have become my world—my everything. We are compatible as hell. I mean, we’ve known each other almost two years now. What is it, Weezie? Is it me? Am I not enough for you? Is there something more I should be doing? How can I fix this? Just talk to me.”

I struggled to find the words, then cleared my throat. “Kee, I care about you more than any man I’ve ever known. You’re right. We get along great. You’re perfect—what we have is perfect—and the sex is incredible. Can’t that be enough? Please?”

“Is there someone else? I know I sanctioned the other men because I wanted this relationship. But is it one of them keeping you from me? Frankly, I assumed after all this time, you would have chosen me.”

I stood and pulled a towel from the rack, wrapping myself in it. “I do choose you, Kee. You have to know that. Don’t make me say words I don’t mean. Can’t liking you be enough?”

He stood up to get out of the tub, and I handed him another towel. “What are we, teenagers, Weezie? I’d hoped we’d gotten past the like stage.”

I could hear the frustration in his voice, and I couldn’t blame him. He’d given me everything—himself and freedom to be myself. I really hadn’t given him anything except fabulous oral. I had a feeling he would eventually want more.

14

I gave in. He’d worn me down. The day I realized we’d been together exactly two years, it began. He’d been circling it on the calendar for the prior two months.

“I’m tired of playing house, Weezie. It’s been two years. You don’t like my place because it’s too sterile—whatever that means. And this is your place, not our home.”

I huffed, then glared at him. “What that means is your place looks like a fucking hotel room. Did you ever unpack? Jesus, it’s been years and you haven’t even hung a picture.” I sighed. “What I’m getting at is it’s not very homey.”

What I said to him was the God’s honest truth. Keenan Stone had been living in a penthouse suite at the top of one of the most exclusive Beverly Hills hotels for years. Even though Latch McKay had some issues, having his own home hadn’t been one of them. His secluded beach house had been beautiful and private. Keenan irritated me because, with all his money, he’d never found it necessary to purchase his own abode.

“Why do I need my own place? I’m always here or traveling. It would be an expense that serves no purpose.”

I crossed my arms as my cheeks warmed. “Dammit, Kee, you don’t want anything of your own. Your own place—a man cave? With or without me, you need a place to hang your hat.”

Crossing his legs on the sofa, he motioned for me to sit next to him. “I thought about it once or twice. But when I met you and knew I loved you, it took a backseat,” he said as he put his arm around me. “I would buy a house if you’d live with me and create our home.”

How did I not see that coming? I was surprised he didn’t save this little ditty for after we fucked. He always had the perception to bring up these things after sex. It was commonplace for us to end a night of stellar fucking with an argument. His doing, never mine. I didn’t know if he thought sex with him weakened me and in that state I would agree to anything, or it just seemed an opportune time to badger me.

So many times, I threatened to walk away. Not to him verbally, but in my head. Keenan had a hold on me. He’d once said I belonged to him, and it was true. No matter how many times we fought, I knew I was his.

He adamantly refused to move into my condo. And of course, I would never live in a hotel. He broke my heart when he suggested I sell the condominium and we purchase a place we picked out together. It would be ours.

“If we live together, everything changes, Kee. Everything.”

“Yes, it does,” he said, observing me closely. He rubbed his chin with his cupped hand. “Weezie, do not mistake my acceptance of what you do as weakness. I’ve allowed your frivolous sexual antics because we set rules and I didn’t have to acknowledge what you were doing. But if we cohabitate, it can only be me. Understand that. Because regardless of what you’ve been doing for the past two years, for me, it’s only been you. It will only ever be you. Can it only be me for you? Be honest.”

Truthfully, I’d been thinking of it for a while. There had only been two others and that was a long time ago. Because I cared deeply for Keenan, I never strayed very far. I’d never felt this kind of attraction to anyone else. But what if it didn’t work out? What if I faltered? “You know how I feel about you, Kee. I’m crazy about you. But I never considered living together. To be honest, I guess I always thought Haven and I would end up roommates in a nursing home.”

He chuckled as he patted my thigh. “I think you have a while until that happens, and Haven has her own life now… her own family. We don’t need anything else, Weezie. You and me—that can be our family.”

“I have conditions.”

Keenan rolled his eyes and sighed. “I figured as much. As long as it doesn’t involve puff chores outside of mine—anything.”

“I don’t want to sell my condo. I can’t. I’ll rent it out, whatever, but I’m not giving up my bathtub or my first adult investment.”

“I suppose I can live with that as long as it’s for the reasons you’re telling me. It makes me think you want to have a backup plan in case we don’t work out.”

“No. I will rent it out. I promise. But you don’t know what the future holds. Unless you’re packing crystal balls…” I smirked as my eyes stared down at his crotch.

“Get your mind off my cock.”

“But it’s a very nice cock and I think it wants me.” I grinned as my hand stroked his hardening member.

He laughed as he slapped my hand away. “Stop that. We’re trying to have a serious conversation here, and if you keep fondling me, I’ll say yes to anything.”

Two sessions of world-class fucking and one puff chore later, we Skyped Haven and Latch. They were excited for us. Latch offered to rent us his beach house with an option to buy. It was a generous offer since I knew he had it on the market for over two years and could sell it for millions. Latch had never been pretentious. He was nothing like his mother, who enjoyed flaunting her wealth publically.

His home was large, complete with privacy windows and secluded. Latch had purchased one mile of prime Malibu real estate so his view wouldn’t be hindered by neighbors. The interior was rustic and laidback. Extremely domestic. Keenan and I could convert it into our place. It didn’t have my tub, but it had an upstairs shower I’d heard could rival it.

We spent several weeks mulling it over. I told Keenan I planned to go ahead and list the condo. What I didn’t make him privy to was it would be a month-to-month lease. I tried to be optimistic, but things would radically change now. There was no negotiating. No variations. I couldn’t continue on my endless path of oral lovers. It was him or them. And I chose him. For as long as I could comply with his mandates. I loathed rules, especially those that revolved around my sexuality. But he was right. We had been together more than long enough for me to know.

Did I really want to play house with him? I was giving up my personal space and my pedestal bathtub. Keenan would still be traveling, so I would have my occasional solitude. I didn’t need the other men. I knew that. It had never been about need; it had always been about control. I enjoyed the power, and after being with Keenan, I’d adapted to letting him run the show.

We officially moved in together the following year. Decorators and contractors worked on the house for five months and the furniture had been delivered two days ago. I still had mixed feelings about what we were doing, but the view of the ocean calmed me. There was a sense of peace and serenity, no noise except the waves and seagulls.

I dragged my last bag up the stairs.

“Hey, you. You finally made it,” he said, meeting me halfway. “Let me get that. Come and see our new home.”

I followed him as he carried my bags through the open door. It looked really different. The floors that were once dark wood were now rich with thick, deep Egyptian-blue carpet. Carpeting the floors had been my idea. Wood flooring equaled splinters. I’d take rug burns over them any day. We decided to leave the kitchen alone. Latch McKay, besides being a famous video game designer, had loved to cook—or at least he tried. His kitchen could rival any master chef’s. Large and airy with every appliance ever created for cooking. We’d redone the bottom two bedrooms as well as the bathroom. The master bedroom suite upstairs, we’d given the decorators instructions on combining both our tastes. Not too masculine or feminine. They’d melded together coordinating colors of deep blue, which blended with the carpet.

Most of my things had already been moved in the day before. So now all I had to do was unpack my final belongings.

I ducked into the legendary shower. I’d snuck a peek when we’d gone through with the designers and decided to have the contractors tear out the Jacuzzi. We had a bath downstairs, but truthfully, nothing compared to the one I’d left behind. Now I wanted to check out its competition. Fuck me. Without the tub, the room was monstrous. It had been a large area to begin with, and Haven hadn’t been exaggerating. The shower was a freaking party room. Party of three? I snorted when I realized it would be Keenan, his cock, and me. Twelve fucking showerheads. Who needs twelve? Evidently the Scots.

This room was a pale blue with the same blue carpet as downstairs. The contractors had removed the wall behind the torn-out Jacuzzi and replaced it with beveled cut glass. Behind it were exotic plants and rock. It had the feel and look of being outdoors, but it was completely private. As with all the windows in the house, Latch had the shower designed the same. The frosted glass let you see out but not in. The fixtures were all slate gray. It made quite a stunning contrast against the Egyptian blue color.

I went back to unpacking.

We had a walk-in closet that was a house by itself. I’d almost had an orgasm when I saw it. Keenan just laughed. I rolled my eyes because clearly, he had more of a wardrobe than I did. We purchased a dual king bed with matching oak furniture. This was without a doubt our home. We furnished and decorated it together. We argued over what CDs and DVDs we should bring. What food should go in the pantry. How the toilet paper should go on the roll. We were so domesticated it scared the hell out of me. I let him organize the living room, and I got the kitchen. Keenan looked happy and content. At least for now.

Once the movie began filming, he was gone for weeks at a time. It was going to take almost a year to shoot in several locations. He came home on the weekends when he could, and occasionally, he dragged me to the set. It had been enjoyable the first three times. But once I found out about the two nude scenes he was doing with a costar twenty years younger than myself, I was livid.

“You’re being ridiculous. I’m only acting. It’s in the script. Jesus, I can’t tell them no. It’s in the fucking contract.”

“You never mentioned being naked,” I said as I stared at the floor. I hated behaving like a jealous girlfriend. Two words I thought I’d never use to describe myself.

He let out a big exhale. “Listen, I’m not going to be nude. It’s R-rated. Only my ass.”

“There’s a shower scene. You plan to wear pants?”

“Good God, are you listening to yourself? They have shit to cover us. I did this crap all the time for book covers. It will only look like I’m naked and fucking. You’re acting as if I’m doing porn. It’s not real, babe.”

“How are they going to cover—that?” I asked as my eyes narrowed on his cock.

“Baby, you can trust me. I love you. Come to the shoot that day. They’re filming it here because we need to do a few green screen shots.”

I pouted. “No, I don’t want to. You go have fun with your child costar.”

His arms circled my waist and pulled me into him. “Baby, my cock only wants you, can’t you tell?”

I nudged my body against his erection as he kissed the shell of my ear. “You never have to doubt me. My cock doesn’t recognize anyone else. I don’t see anyone but you. I find it incredible that no other man ever loved you. Is this why you are feeling insecure? You’re expecting the worst because you have no other experience to go on?”

“No, what makes it bubble to the surface is your child costar that’s twenty years younger than me. How can I possibly compete with her?”

Keenan sighed as frustration filled his voice. “There is no competition. You have no reason to ever doubt me or the way I feel about you. I’ve never once been with anyone but you since the night of the gala—no one.”

There. He finally said it. He didn’t realize it, or maybe he did, but he just called me out. He never asked and I’d never said, but it was evident he’d known. I had been with other men. Not many, just enough to make him wonder and worry how many there had been. He stayed because he loved me.

I went into the kitchen and began dinner. There was no more room for talking, and if I stayed locked with him, we’d end up having sex. I’d never turned it down before, but I was exhausted. We had no problems in the bedroom, just everywhere else.

As the film got closer to wrapping, the paparazzi grew bolder. They followed me to work. Lurked in the bushes. Now that we were living together, I’d become fair game. The relationship we tried so hard to keep private was no longer. The tabloids came after me. My age, my weight, and speculations about my past. I was surprised they hadn’t dug up past blowjob recipients. Poor Keenan, that’s all he needed right now.

The faux naked stills of Keenan and his young costar exploded across the internet. I knew the damn studio had leaked them to the press to promote the film. The following weeks, every single supermarket rag and Hollywood gossip show theorized about us splitting up. The breaking news was Keenan wanted a younger woman and he was indeed having an affair with his costar. They’d showed a photograph of him in a hug with the woman child in a restaurant—the wrap party. I was bombarded with fabricated pictures and stories every day. I couldn’t wait to get away.

After the film was finally complete, we decided to escape for a while. Blood Vestige wasn’t releasing for five months. We chose to take advantage of that by leaving the Hollywood lifestyle behind. We spent several months vacationing on some remote islands in Bali. We also went to England so he could finally introduce me to his mother and close friends. Even though his movie would premiere in London during the next few weeks, he knew he’d be too busy to spend quality time with his mom. I was happy finally meeting her and some of his childhood acquaintances. At least there would be a few familiar faces at the opening besides Latch and Haven.