LOGINJohn 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. Sandy stayed with Andrea, three security guards were assigned to her by Lucas. They were not to leave her out of sight until further notice from Lucas.
Lucas : How are you holding up?
Sandy: I'm okay ... the whole thing is a mess, though
Lucas : I'm working on it, I have people tracking him down as we speak
Sandy: Thanks for your help, Lucas, I really appreciate it
Lucas : (Sighed) ... how's John?
Sandy: (Exhaled deeply) ... pissed ... like really pissed
Lucas : That's understandable ... does he know about ...
Sandy: (Silent) ... he knows you're helping me, that's why he's so pissed, but he doesn't know about ...
Lucas : Okay
Sandy: About that ... Lucas, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, I was drunk and ...
Lucas : It's fine, Sandy, we can pretend it never happened
Sandy: (Exhaled) ... I love him, I haven't told him that yet, but I do ...
Lucas : (Silent) ... I know you do
Sandy: I'm sorry, it's just ... it's been hard
Lucas : I just want you to be okay
Sandy: I know ... thank you
Lucas: Sure ... I'll call you later
As soon as she hung up, her phone rang again, it was John.
John : Hey
Sandy: Hi
John : What are you doing?
Sandy: Nothing
John : (Laid down on the bed) I wish we can do nothing together
Sandy: Me too
John : I have a three day break and I'm stuck here in a hotel ... by myself ... with nothing to do ... I feel like I'm going to cry
Sandy: (Laughed softly)
John : Are you laughing at me? This is all your fault, you know? It's not even noon, I'm going out of my mind, I kept checking out the balcony looking for ways to escape those bodyguards outside my room ... jeez ...
Sandy: (Sighed) Me too
John : What are we going to do about it?
Sandy: (Laughed) What do you have in mind?
John : We'll just plot several plans and see which ones works best ... we have all day, right? I'm not settling for this arrangement, it's ridiculous. I feel like a minor being grounded for something I didn't do.
They ended up talking on the phone for hours, laughing and giggling, teasing each other while plotting an escape. They finally figured out a way to go around it, and John took his motorbike the next day and picked her up for a two day escape to the suburbs. Everyone was hassled by it, but they didn't care. They spent two days away, they talked, made each other laugh, and made love like the rest of the world didn't matter. They never had anything better than that, just two people who couldn't get enough of each other.
She loved listening to him when he told her about his work. She admired his passion, and how much he loved what he did. His smile, the twinkle in his eyes, the glow on his face, the way his hair fell naturally and how his beard enhanced his gorgeous face. She was smitten.
They sat on the bed facing each other, legs tangled. She held him close, put her head on his chest. She loved the way it felt. She was overwhelmed with emotions, tears started running down her face. With every minute passed by, she was closer to the end of the best thing she ever had. She loved it when they were alone, when the world didn't have its grip on their lives. But reality was always lurking in the corner, waiting for the next turn. He was going to be done with his filming, and the whole thing will be over.
"Hey ... what's wrong?" John felt the warmth of her tears on his chest, they were in the middle of a casual conversation.
She smiled and wiped her tears, "Nothing ...I'm just so happy to be here with you."
John wasn't convinced, "Are you okay?"
She nodded, and hugged him again, "Just let me hold you close ... I love the way you feel." She put her head back on his chest, listened to his heart beat.
He kissed the top of her head. He didn't want to ruin the moment, he felt her that time, he felt the love she didn't dare say.
"Can I ask you something?" John broke the silence. She nodded. "This new arrangement ... not seeing you ... can we still sneak out and meet somewhere ... whenever we can?"
She let go of the embrace, "I think that's the idea."
"Will you promise me something?" She nodded. "It would kill me not being able to see you, and knowing that you're out there somewhere with Lucas ... while I ..."
She smiled and touched his lips with her index finger, "Will it make you feel better about the arrangement?"
He kissed her finger, "Yeah."
"I won't be seeing Lucas ... not if it bothers you that much," she said. "It's you, John, I want you ... not Lucas," she added.
She finally gave it to him, the reassurance he'd been waiting for so long. He kissed her, and made love to her, again.
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