The Actor's Contract

A San Francisco boy. Famous actor and model. Renowned playboy. Damaged lover. And a heartless robot. He needs to fix his reputation. I need money for my sister's treatment. Everything about us is fake ... but sometimes the line between fake and real can get blurred. Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot. Untouchable. Emotionless. The quintessential bachelor of the silver screen. He doesn't do love. He can never say the words. Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend. But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal the things I know. Like fire on fire, he burns himself into my heart. And that's the last place I want him to be. We made an arrangement. We agreed to a contract. No sex. No love. No relationship. Can I unfold him? Can I make this real? Can I make him find his heart? But most importantly - can I make him say the words?

Zea Drew · Urban

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52 Chs

A nuclear bomb

Date = 5 April

Place = San Francisco

POV - Aria

I blink a few times to acclimate my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming directly onto my face through the open drapes. What time is it? I grab my phone from the bedstand and look at the time; 11:34. Wow, I can’t remember when last I slept this late. But then again, we humped like bunnies right through the night … only falling asleep after daybreak somewhere.

I breathe in deeply, stretching myself out under the silky blanket, memories of last night cascading over my used body to settle warmly in my heart.

Clothes are scattered around the room; only mine. Wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I quietly patter to the sounds coming from somewhere in the house, most probably the kitchen. Maybe Enrique is making us a very late breakfast; he’s a super good cook and we didn’t get to eat last night. My tummy rumbles in suspense. Yeah, I’m a little famished … we burned loads of energy and it’s time to refuel.

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