LOGINJohn 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 gotten 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.
It was a passion he had pursue since he was a boy. Acting was his first love, the kind of work he can escape to from the real world, from pain and suffering that always seemed to find him. Ever since the tragic deaths of his son and ex-fiancé, he closed up all doors to guard what's left of his fragile heart.
He put his love life in the back burner, even though he hadn't given up hope that one day he would find someone who can see him for who he is, and not the characters he portrayed, or the persona of a movie star that people always associated him with.
He kept his life private from the public eye for the entirety of his career. He didn't enjoy the lime light, the only thing he enjoyed about being an actor was the work itself. Money and fame came with the job, but it was never what he was looking for. He didn't have many friends from his peer group because they couldn't relate to his simple lifestyle.
It would be the first time he ever set foot on the island of Bhorma. The island of the gods was what it's famously known for. He couldn't wait to find out why. The first thing he did was to stop by at the dealership just to look at the motorbikes and talked about them. The second love of his life. It was one of the reasons why it was hard for him to find someone who would take the third best place in his life.
He caressed the Norton Commando, felt it with his hands, it was just like the one he has back home. He preferred a motorbike to go from one place to another rather than by car. It was a form of meditation for him. To rode on a bike and felt it's motion helped him clear his busy head.
"I love it! I'll take this one," he said and proceed with the payment. He immediately mounted the bike and asked his crew to lead the way to the cottage where he'll be spending the next six months and call it home.
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"I promised them that there won't be sleepover guests nor visiting guests ... no parties, no pictures, the usual," Sandy said.
"What kind of promise is that??" Andrea was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to stalk her favorite actor from the most convenient place.
Sandy gave her a sharp look, she knew better than to nag about something like that.
Andrea pouted, "Fine! I'll just stalk him from the shooting location."
"You can stay here when I'm away ... just in case he needs anything ... I'll introduce you later ... how about that?"
Andrea hugged her and gave a good smack on her cheek. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Sandy laughed, "And I ... you," she bowed.
They have been preparing the final touch up since morning. Sandy always made it a habit to provide gift hampers at the cottage as a complimentary for the client. She set up fresh flowers, toiletries, sandals, sarongs, and everything a person might need when they stay in Bhorma. She always get a good rating for her services and hospitality because she treated her clients as she would treat her own family.
When a black Mercedez pulled up on the driveway, they went outside to welcome their guest. But somebody else came out of the car. "Hi, I'm Larry Greyson, you must be ..."
"Sandra Lowry, and this is my agent Andrea Blaire," they shook hands.
Larry was wearing an earpiece and was talking through a walkie talkie. "Mr. Brady will be here soon, he's on his motorbike straight from the dealership ... thanks for the reference, by the way, Mr. Brady is very pleased with his purchase."
"No worries, I'm glad to be of help," Sandy said.
Another car pulled up. For most celebrities, sometimes there would be five cars coming to drop them off with all their belongings. A chain of entourage that would swarm the place before the actual client arrived. There were only two cars that came before a Norton Commando finally arrived.
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.She took a pen and paper, "No farewell ... Love: Sandy" and put it on the pillow next to him. She climbed down the stairs and saw the suitcases, they were saying goodbye to her. She walked out the door to her cottage. She changed her clothes, packed up a few things in her backpack and left.He woke up from the piercing sunlight upon his face. He jolted out of bed when he felt she wasn't next to him. Then he saw the note, he crumpled it in his hand, "Goddamn it, Sandy!" he cursed. He put on his pants and ran downstairs, he called out her name but no answer. He ran across the lawn to her cottage, called out her name, nothing."Fuck!!" he hit the
They held it together as best they can. Two weeks gone 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.The team had arranged a big farewell party at a fancy beach club. They were suppose to fly out the next day. They'd even arranged some staff to pack up all John's stuff at the cottage so he didn't have to.She dressed up for the occasion, he held his breath when he saw her. His fans cheered and asked for pictures. Camera flashed everywhere. The scene was distasteful for Sandy, she was about to go through one of the hardest night in her life. The music was loud, happy faces all around. They were glad for a job well done, and she was about to drop herself in the mix and poison them with her gloom."I can't do this, John," he tugged his jacket."What? What do you mea
She dropped Kevin back to her mother's house. On the way to John's set, she stopped at La Lune. It's been two weeks and she hadn'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 informed Lucas immediately. She was escorted to his office.They hugged for some time, it was an embrace they didn't have when they last saw each other. "How are you, Sandy?" his voice gentle as ever."I'm okay, how are you?""As well as I can be," he smiled.Theysat across from each other, his gaze fell on her for a moment, a deep and longing stare that said a million things. He told her, he was leaving for Greece. He had decided to take a long vacation. He had rented a house there for 6 months and have made arrangements with his team to takecare of business while he's away.They didn't mention anything about that night, the only way to make it work was to pretend that it neve
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 will 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.**********John started a new shooting day the next day. He was excited to go back to the cottage afterwards. Just before the day was wrapped, there was a fuss among the crew who where watching the TV. Sonya called John over, "The guy who broke in to the cottage ... his name was Patrick Evans, wasn't it?" she whispered to him."Yeah, why?""The local news said they found him at the bottom of a cliff, he fell in his motorbike and died," she explained.
He had to comply. She had the lock and key when it comes 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 took her back to Andrea's place after the getaway. Andrea was still away on her business trip. She was going to pack up her things and arrange to go back to her cottage the next day. He had to meet up with his director and go over some script for the next shoot. So he left her there by herself. No more bodyguards, no more rules, things were about to go back to normal.Lucas had been calling her since the getaway, she avoided his calls. He kept calling and she finally took the call when she had settled in.Lucas: Sandy, why didn't you answer my calls?Sandy: I was with John ... what is it? What's wrong?Lucas : Where are you now? John's not with you?Sandy: No, he left ha
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 deserts. Everything was white right in the middle was a round king size bed.She kept her promise, they even skipped dinner. She let him have her any way he wanted. He was prepared, he wanted her to have the best time she had ever had. John was a pleaser, there's a certain satisfaction for him to please his woman on the bed. Letting him do whatever he wanted with her would be the best sex she will ever have in her life.She didn't know how special she was for him. He had touched every inch of her body with his hands and tongue just to find out all her spots, where he can squeeze the most pleasure out of her. By then, he had found them all. He would watch her face as he did things to her, and