CHAPTER ONE~~ Charlotte

__That stench from my cigarette and that lovely scent from my strawberries mixes up all time to give me the warm scent of you, I've been such a fool to not notice it__My Strawberries and Cigarettes always taste like you__

__Even if I run away__I will always come running back to you, coz you're the only one who can make me scream and grab the sheets till I lose my mind__

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"More than 16 million Americans live with a smoking-related disease. Current smoking has declined from 20.9% (nearly 21 of every 100 adults) in 2005 to 12.5% (nearly 13 of every 100 adults) in 2020. Smoking can cause lung disease by damaging your airways and the small air sacs (alveoli) found in your lungs. Lung diseases caused by smoking include COPD, which includes emphysema and chronic bronchitis. Cigarette smoking causes most cases of lung cancer.Cigarette smoking harms nearly every organ of the body, causes many diseases, and reduces the health of smokers in general.1,2."

Jack turned off the Tv and yawned. So tired of listening to the same news almost everyday. It's as if the script for the show repeats the same thing all the time. Repeating the same thing all the time isn't actually the issue, but the maximum hate which the fair woman takes in running the show. That woman who normally wears blue in every of her Tv shows must really hate smokers. He can almost feel it on her tongue, how bitter it tastes for her. But why? What is her hate for all cigarette smokers in general? Always repeating her show just to remind people like him that she hates it?

Jack smirked. How can such a beauty like her, hate on cigarette so much? He sighed and brought out his cigarette pack and then his matches, he lit up his cigarette and took a long puff from it, as if he wanted that woman to see that he's disobeying her and going against her advice. And she can do nothing about it. She wished the woman could see him, how angry she is going to be when that happens. Tsk! She should go and fuck herself. Not like he gives a damn about other people. It only himself that he cares about. He stood up, with his cigarette in his hand, he staggered towards his door.

Oops! He have been drinking for such a long time today to the extent that he could barely count how many empty bottles of vodka and tequila lay carelessly on the floor. He staggered out of his office and his secretary rushed to his side almost immediately he came out.

"Sir, you're such a mess again!" she squealed while he rolled his eyes at her.

He belched loudly. "Have you scheduled a meeting with that beauty who always wears blue?"

"You mean a meeting with the Anti-Smoking Company?"

"Whatever. I need to see her, I wanna ask her why she's so against smoking so much. So make it happen before tomorrow runs out." he said staggering while the secretary covered her nose.

He reeks!

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"Did the show fare very well?" Charlotte's manager, Brother Mark asked as she catwalked into his office. She nodded her head slumping into the chair with a tired look on her face.

"I know you would be. Here have some water." he said as he offered her a glass of water.

She took it from him. "Thanks." She drank all of it in one gulp and breathed out heavily. "Do you have some strawberries? I really wanna eat one right now. I'm so tired." she said sitting up and unbuttoning her blue coat.

"And you think strawberries is the right thing to take at the moment?"Her boss replied as he stood up and strolled to his refrigerator.

"Just get them for me. It's what I really need right now. It's the only comfort I wanna get as I prepare to get on to my laptop and check those hateful comments which is gonna be all about me."

Mark giggled, packing the strawberries and slicing them into a plate. "Did I hear you giggle Brother Mark?" she asked while his giggles broke into a laugh.

She scowled. "You shouldn't be doing that." her hands went to her hair, she took of the ribbon and her hair came loose, falling to her shoulders. She brushed it with her fingers.

"Why do you get yourself so worked up about the hateful comments? You can concentrate on the good ones and leave the bad ones." he replied dropping the plate infront of her and strolling to his seat.

"That being said, isn't it high time we changed the theme of our Tv shows? I'm getting tired of talking about Cigarettes all the time." she replied taking a bite of one berry and munching slowly.

"You are slowly forgetting the name of our entertainment company Charlotte."

She sighed. " Yeah, I know, but can you get other anchormen or anchorwomen to do that for you? I'm so tired of dealing with impassive people. I didn't go to college for this."she whined still eating her strawberries.

"Among all of my anchormen, it's you I like the most. You always give me what I want. So I ain't giving up on you." he winked at her while she scoffed.

"You can't be serious. " she grumbled licking her fingers. "How about you put me under Dee Marius Company. I'd love to work there even if it's once." she said softly.

He shook his head. "Nope, I won't do that and please do and get going."

"Going??"she furrowed her brows.

"Yes. Forgotten that we're going to Hollywood? We need to meet Mr. Jack Davidson for an interview. Don't tell me you forgot."

She hissed when her mind came across it."Holy crap! Can't we do that tomorrow? I promised my boyfriend that I'm gonna be so early tonight." she complained.

"Then you shouldn't have dreamt of being an anchorwoman in the first place." he said with a wink, flashing his teeth and getting Charlotte more restless.

She dumped the last strawberry she had into her plate grumbling. "I just lost my appetite."

"When you've already eaten up everything." he smirked.

She rolled her eyes and stood up. "I better get my manager and secretary to start preparing for the trip. I wanna be back home early."

"Just be careful with Mr. Jack. Forget all the sweet things you hear about him. He's a bad guy."

She scoffed. "I've met so many bad guys. She won't certainly be the first." she replied and strolled towards the door.

"Just be careful. He can be promiscous and a big flirt."

She turned and smiled. "I don't expect any less of him. After all, he's handsome." she said shrugging as she unlocked the door and strolled out.

Soon, she was home. Her boyfriend Trevor was already home preparing for their lunch.

"Hey babe." she back hugged him and gave him a swift kiss on his cheek with her hands wrapped around his waist.

He was so busy peeling the potatoes. "How was work today? Stressed out again?"

She sighed. "I'm going to Hollywood in an hour."

He stopped what he was doing and turn to face her, he was frowning. "Los Angeles? You. promised me dinner."

She craned her neck to look at his puffy face. "Babe, I'm gonna be back early and when I do, we will eat dinner together." she assured him.

"How are you sure you will be back home early? Hollywood isn't some place you can go and get back as quickly as you think. Babe, do you even remember the last time we had a cool dinner all by ourselves? "

She sighed and let go off him. "Babe, I'm sorry but I will make it up to you."

He flinched. "Make it up to me? That's what you say all the time! Babe, can't you for once choose me over your job?"

"Babe I can't. But I'm trying. I'm trying and I had such a stressful day. I have one ahead, so can you please do me a favour and not start a fight with me." She replied holding her head and trying to keep her cool. He gritted his teeth glaring at her. "I'm sorry babe but I promise to be back today. It's a pinky promise." she reassured him grabbing his face and giving him a kiss. "C'mon, I'm really gonna make it up to you." she slapped his butt playfully and headed to her room. She walked into her room and began to prepare to travel to Los Angeles.

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Jack turned off the shower breathing heavily. He was still feeling terrible from so much drinking. He rested his two hands on the wall and imagined his ex, Marie in his arms. How he'd hold her against this same wall of his bathroom and then kiss her senseless. He imagined her gripping the zip of her trousers between her fingers and pulling gently. After a slight resistance the zip made its way down its tracks. With a practised hand she reached inside, located the hole in the front of his boxer shorts and released the beast within.

"That's better," he recalled her voice whispering into his ears, with her eyes still on the throbbing length of cock that she had released. He imagined himself hovering closer to her and moving his hand to her thigh. He'd stroke it a few times before allowing his fingertips to move towards what lay beyond. He'd find her own mound encased in lace and he'd stroked her through the fabric if she had her clothes on or stroke directly if she had no clothes on. Slowly he'd find the edge of the garment and forced his fingers under it, finding her shaven and soft.

"Unless you want those ripping," he said, "you'd better take them off." he do whisper into her ears while she giggles. The imagination overwhelmed him. He grabbed his divk and began to stroke his dick. He groaned shutting his eyes with Marie's face painted his head. He imagined lying her down gently on the rug of his living room or maybe kneeling on the faux-fur rug in front of the fireplace. While he fed a berry or two to her and then place a cushion behind her; indicating that she should lie down. Then he will kneel beside her and hands – his and hers, were unfastening his belt, unzipping his trousers. When he stood up to peel them off, he imagined her insides melting. No thong, but all that will matter is his sensational cock, thrusting from his briefs. All shyness vanished as the beast that lives inside him unhooks her bra. Then they were kneeling, facing one another: He's naked and she is wearing just her white knickers. He'd dip his index finger into her V spot, feeling her softness and her creamy nature. He imagined her standing up before him and lift her skirt over her hips. She let him look at her a while, knowing that the lace barely covered her at all. With her fingers stiff and straight, she pushed her hand into the front of her knickers. She could feel her excitement in the dampness that she found there. He could hear it in the noise she made. When she removed her hand, she offered it to him and he took her fingers in his mouth and licked her juices from them. He groaned as he rubbed on his dick faster. It's such a waste to imagine so many things when Marie isn't here anymore. But his imagination didn't stop running. He imagined Marie's tight lips wrapped around his covk and he almost lost his mind. He was cumming and he made a loud groan as his juice splashed all over the bathroom walls. He cleaned himself up and then walked out of his bathroom with only a towel on. He met his phone lying lazily on the bed, he peeped into the phone to see many calls. It was from his secretary. Five missed calls?? Why is she calling so much today? He went over to his window and packed up his curtains. He looked out of his room and to the compound, where his eyes fell on a beauty in red heels, on a short skirt with her long legs shining in the sun. Her hair was bouncing from side to side as she moved. He forgot to breathe as he stood staring at her. Looking closely, he couldn't help but smirk when he recognized her to be the same woman whom he used to see on TVs often times. The woman who hates cigarette smokers so much. A smile tugged at one corner of his lips as he watched her advance towards his house.