Lucas took her clothes and left her to finish up in the bathroom. By the time she was done, he was gone. Patrick's body was gone. He had told her to leave as soon as she was ready, he said he would take care of everything. All the other details, she didn't have to know. She tried to put back all the stuff in its place before she left. She wanted to call him so bad but she didn't, she went straight to her cottage and spent a sleepless night alone.
She dropped Kevin back at her mother's house. On the way to John's set, she stopped at La Lune. It's been two weeks and she hasn't heard from Lucas. She wanted to know how he was doing.The place was full as usual. The minute his staff saw her coming, they
They held it together as best they can. Two weeks went by like a blink of an eye. Neither one of them was their usual happy self. He held her hand everywhere they went and kissed it every now and again. Those who knew him can see how terrified he was as the last day of shooting was approaching.
She watched him sleep as the sunlight crept upon his skin. How much this man had changed her life, and how much she was going to miss him. She gathered herself, she swore she was going to keep it together for just a few more hours. She slowly got out of bed, put on her clothes, the last thing she wanted was to wake him up.
"A humble actor? That's an oxymoron I don't come across very often," Sandy said with a slightly sarcastic laugh. She was about to leave when her phone rang, and Andrea was on the other side telling her that she needed to clean up her cottage for a long term rent prospect.
"Here's to six thousand dollars worth of commission from one single sale this month!!" Andrea lifted her tequila shot and bumped it to Sandy's. They both licked the salt, took the shot, and sucked on their limes. "Here's to a five-year rental in one sale!
Bhorma sunsets are probably one of the most breathtaking scenery anyone could ever experience. She could sit by the beach and stare at the ocean, listening to the waves and the sound of seagulls while the winds blew her hair as she sat upon the sandy beach until the sun would go down all the way.
She texted Lucas that night to tell him that she won't be taking the job after all. He was disappointed of course, but he was still hopeful. He told her that the position will always be open for her. Lucas was a divorcee who started his business in Bhorma five years earlier. They knew each other through Andrea who introduced them at a party one night, not long after he moved to the island. They were friends ever since, even though Lucas wanted the relationship to grow into something more, Sandy always had him at arm's length.
John Brady was not young anymore. He was a heart-throb, as they call it, back in his younger days, but never really lost his charms and even gained more charisma as he got older. At the age of 45, he did most of his stunts himself, which can be dangerous at times. He played characters much younger than his age because he didn't look a day older than 30. He loved what he did for a living, never spent more than three to six months at a time without work.
She watched him sleep as the sunlight crept upon his skin. How much this man had changed her life, and how much she was going to miss him. She gathered herself, she swore she was going to keep it together for just a few more hours. She slowly got out of bed, put on her clothes, the last thing she wanted was to wake him up.
They held it together as best they can. Two weeks went by like a blink of an eye. Neither one of them was their usual happy self. He held her hand everywhere they went and kissed it every now and again. Those who knew him can see how terrified he was as the last day of shooting was approaching.
She dropped Kevin back at her mother's house. On the way to John's set, she stopped at La Lune. It's been two weeks and she hasn't heard from Lucas. She wanted to know how he was doing.The place was full as usual. The minute his staff saw her coming, they
Lucas took her clothes and left her to finish up in the bathroom. By the time she was done, he was gone. Patrick's body was gone. He had told her to leave as soon as she was ready, he said he would take care of everything. All the other details, she didn't have to know. She tried to put back all the stuff in its place before she left. She wanted to call him so bad but she didn't, she went straight to her cottage and spent a sleepless night alone.
He had to comply. She had the lock and key when it came to conversations about their relationship. Once she had put the lock-in, she threw away the key and he had to comply. One more month, he thought, four more weeks of chances, so he let it go for the time being.
He rented a secret beach for their getaway. Just the two of them, by the pristine beach in the suburbs. He had people set up a glam tent, away from the tide but right on the edge. It was decorated with Christmas lights. The tent was stocked up with wine and a long table of food and desserts. Everything was white right in the middle was a round king size bed.
Sandy took a week off to Bluebridge to be with Kevin. When she returned, they couldn't find their way around to meet for another week. Their bodyguards were always following them around, the next shooting break was not until two more weeks.John brooded a
John was relocated to a hotel, the management increased the security around him. He was going to be moved around from hotel to hotel until further assessment of the situation. The situation caused a real mess for his production.Sandy stayed with Andrea, t
"Are you alright, John? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sonya asked."No, I'm fine ... shit!!" he ran his fingers through his hair, still annoyed by the circumstances.