Sorry this isn't the best chapter but I didn't really have time to write it out better. I understand if wewe don't like it either
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Chapter Eleven
September
It was the big premiere of his movie Hourglass and all of the watu mashuhuri showed up. It was a huge hit and he had to say that it was amazing. Since Cassidy and Milo were arrested, he had to re cast their parts. Actually the girl to take Cassidy's part really liked him. He would totally go for it but he just couldn't was not looking for a relationship. Her name was Amber Washington and she had dark brown hair and stunning violet eyes. He asked if that eye color was real and she alisema yes. She was one of he few to have genuine violet colored eyes. It was rare. Amber sat right kwa him through the who's movie. He was not complaining but he kinda wanted Angelina Jolie to sit kwa him. He did hear that she was divorcing Brad so maybe he had a chance then again it was just a rumor.
After the movie, he stayed behind to accept numerous of congrats and other complements. He had a gut feeling that this movie was going to be he best movie of his career. If only he had someone to share it with.
During the complements he could have sworn he saw a flash of strawberry-blonde hair wave past him but he didn't think twice about it. It was probably his imagination. After all these months and he was having hallucinations about her. It was really uncalled for and he needed to stop. It wasn't healthy for him to think or
imagine about the past. He needed to get past it.
The best part about movie premieres are the after parties people throw afterwards. It was Chris Brown's turn to through the big after party. He decided on a beach, pwani theme party. Everyone, after the movie, went nyumbani to get on their swim clothes and then went to the beach, pwani where loud muziki and alcoholic beverages were present. He wondered what Olivia would have thought of the scene.
Mason strolled around the beach. He honestly had no one to talk to. Billy went to Cambodia for a upigaji picha assignment and his ex-girlfriend, Cassidy, was thankfully locked up in jail.
A girl bumped into him. She had her hair under a baseball cap, herufi kubwa and wore some shades. As far as he could tell, she looked decent. "I am so sorry," she said. The voice was familiar.
"No problem," he replied. She walked alongside him.
"Aren't wewe the one who directed that movie, Hourglass?" she asked.
"Yep, that's me. I also wrote it." She smiled a smile so familiar yet it was too good to be true. He stared at her with intensity and yanked her shade and hat off. It was her. "Olivia?"
A big, buff guy tapped him on the shoulder. "Man, who are wewe talking to?" he asked.
"I was just talking to her." He spun around to only find that Olivia was gone. Wa she a figment of his imagination? Was he going looney for someone he wanted to see but just couldn't find out how to find her. Olivia was a magnificent creature but he had let her slip from his fingers. He headed home. The beach, pwani was not a good place for him.
He flopped in his bed, ready for a night of relax but someone rung his doorbell. Standing at his door was Olivia. She smiled and immediately kissed him. Mason didn't have time to think if this was real au not but he gave in. He gave in to all the emotions he had for Olivia. He loved her and she had left him. But right now it vanished. Pain disappeared and in its place was desire. They moved from the door to the kitanda where they would awake the inayofuata day.
Mason woke up extra early so he could have everything planned for the sleeping beauty when she woke up. He had the breakfast set and a little surprise. A surprise so big that it was followed kwa a wedding siku a couple of months later. He loved her and he would forever have her.
Please review and comment. Thank wewe and enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
September
It was the big premiere of his movie Hourglass and all of the watu mashuhuri showed up. It was a huge hit and he had to say that it was amazing. Since Cassidy and Milo were arrested, he had to re cast their parts. Actually the girl to take Cassidy's part really liked him. He would totally go for it but he just couldn't was not looking for a relationship. Her name was Amber Washington and she had dark brown hair and stunning violet eyes. He asked if that eye color was real and she alisema yes. She was one of he few to have genuine violet colored eyes. It was rare. Amber sat right kwa him through the who's movie. He was not complaining but he kinda wanted Angelina Jolie to sit kwa him. He did hear that she was divorcing Brad so maybe he had a chance then again it was just a rumor.
After the movie, he stayed behind to accept numerous of congrats and other complements. He had a gut feeling that this movie was going to be he best movie of his career. If only he had someone to share it with.
During the complements he could have sworn he saw a flash of strawberry-blonde hair wave past him but he didn't think twice about it. It was probably his imagination. After all these months and he was having hallucinations about her. It was really uncalled for and he needed to stop. It wasn't healthy for him to think or
imagine about the past. He needed to get past it.
The best part about movie premieres are the after parties people throw afterwards. It was Chris Brown's turn to through the big after party. He decided on a beach, pwani theme party. Everyone, after the movie, went nyumbani to get on their swim clothes and then went to the beach, pwani where loud muziki and alcoholic beverages were present. He wondered what Olivia would have thought of the scene.
Mason strolled around the beach. He honestly had no one to talk to. Billy went to Cambodia for a upigaji picha assignment and his ex-girlfriend, Cassidy, was thankfully locked up in jail.
A girl bumped into him. She had her hair under a baseball cap, herufi kubwa and wore some shades. As far as he could tell, she looked decent. "I am so sorry," she said. The voice was familiar.
"No problem," he replied. She walked alongside him.
"Aren't wewe the one who directed that movie, Hourglass?" she asked.
"Yep, that's me. I also wrote it." She smiled a smile so familiar yet it was too good to be true. He stared at her with intensity and yanked her shade and hat off. It was her. "Olivia?"
A big, buff guy tapped him on the shoulder. "Man, who are wewe talking to?" he asked.
"I was just talking to her." He spun around to only find that Olivia was gone. Wa she a figment of his imagination? Was he going looney for someone he wanted to see but just couldn't find out how to find her. Olivia was a magnificent creature but he had let her slip from his fingers. He headed home. The beach, pwani was not a good place for him.
He flopped in his bed, ready for a night of relax but someone rung his doorbell. Standing at his door was Olivia. She smiled and immediately kissed him. Mason didn't have time to think if this was real au not but he gave in. He gave in to all the emotions he had for Olivia. He loved her and she had left him. But right now it vanished. Pain disappeared and in its place was desire. They moved from the door to the kitanda where they would awake the inayofuata day.
Mason woke up extra early so he could have everything planned for the sleeping beauty when she woke up. He had the breakfast set and a little surprise. A surprise so big that it was followed kwa a wedding siku a couple of months later. He loved her and he would forever have her.
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his moyo started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his moyo started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"