From the thousands of frames she took, she had at least a dozen favorites. She loved the intensity, the loving look in their eyes, the lust, the craving, the pleasure, all blended into one continuous raw lovemaking right at the end of her lenses.
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His schedule was so tight that he wished he could be in two places at one time. It started to take its toll on his body. He often came home to Charlie without anything left."There's a closing party tomorrow night, we should be there," Vicky said. Vicky wa
The last time Catherine Rosdale was in Goldstone, she was 26 years old. It was a few weeks before her wedding. She went there to check on an apartment her parents had left her because she always wanted to start a life in the city.When she met Bill Ludlow,
They call it Secret Parties, even though it's not really a secret. Every party pertaining to the Goldstone entertainment industry was 'Secret Parties". They were private, anonymous, glamorous, and most of what's happening inside was illegal. There are at least half a dozen secret parties held every night in Goldstone. Wrapping up a shoot, be it an advertisement for top brands, or a movie, an end to a fashion week, or whenever a celebrity decides to throw one was a good enough reason for such an event.
They held hands while looking at the photographs of themselves displayed elegantly in Maxine's private home gallery. Most of them were in black and white in various sizes. Charlie's hands were sweating, but the excitement on her face somehow made it worthwhile. Looking at their naked bodies on canvas was surreal, Maxine did a very good job in editing them and made it look like a professional artwork.
Catherine wasn't sure how the meeting was going to go. She could barely think clearly with her heart pounding so fast. It's been over twenty years since she last saw him. They were very close in college, the three of them, Bill, Catherine, and Malcolm. So close that Bill was jealous of their friendship, then prevented them from contacting each other not long after they graduated.
Anyone who's a Goldstone resident has at least heard the name. She was the movie mogul and a Goldstone royalty. Although, nothing much about her personal life was known because she wasn't a celebrity.The 51-year-old eccentric billionaire has never been ma
Catherine kept her plan secret from her children, she asked Malcolm to be discreet. To get a divorce from someone like Bill Ludlow was going to be messy. She had to gather her strength, administration wise and mentally. She didn't care about money anymore, she just wanted out. As long as her children were financially secured, she'll figure out a way for herself.
A few days after her mom left, Charlie went back to Bluebridge to get her things. She gave Charlotte the warmest hug. She told her how her mom and dad fought over her situation and it ended with a decision to send Charlotte to a boarding school in Gastonburry.
He poured the Hennessy into the sifter, just enough. Slipped the glass between his fingers and swirled to inhale the evaporating aroma from the swish. He sipped on his favorite cognac, let it stay in his mouth for a fraction of a second before swallowing it. He loved the after taste.
It's been over a week since her divorce was final. She could still remember Bill's expression when he left the court room. Broken, lost, remorseful. He told her he was sorry. His apology came too late. If she hadn't done what she did, it wouldn't have come at all. He agreed on the alimony, and the financial support for their two daughters. They agreed that Bill should keep the house, Catherine had no intention to go back to Bluebridge. It was a long couple of months of divorce court.
They were playing the premiere of The Night Film project in campus. First year of college was almost over. It was a success among the students, they loved it. Brad's project became an instant hit, many of the students inquired to be part of their next project. The team was growing.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning the next day. Charlie was having breakfast with Tommy and Jeremy at The Deuce. They haven't done that in awhile. Amber's funeral was still a hot topic on the news. It made the front page of The Goldstone Daily newspaper. Maxine's grieving face when she delivered her eulogy was plastered all over the news instead of Amber's.
Dinner at Maxine was quiet. He wouldn't have been there if Maxine didn't insist that he came back with her and Deeta after the funeral. Her eulogy about how wonderful her relationship was with Amber, both personally and professionally, had diminished any appetite he had left for food.
One week. Who the hell is this Malcolm Blackwell?That was the first thing she tried to find out as soon as he left her office. She couldn't find anything other than the fact he was a well known, credible, highest paid lawyer in Goldstone. He's clean. If h
"I'm here to see Maxine Roberts," Malcolm said to the receptionist."Do you have an appointment, Sir?"
She couldn't stop thinking about what he said. She literally freaked out after he told her about the tape and excused herself in a haste before he could say anything else. She went straight to work and had a hard time concentrating on anything.Maxine's of
"Miss Ludlow ... can I see you in my office?"It was the first time she had seen Brad after the incident. He never asked to go to his office before. She looked at him in silence, her heart was beating faster but she kept her composure. She nodded. After ev