For the first time in his life, Vin wasn’t squandering his money to please a woman because the simplest things like planting roses all over his garden, playing with Roman or working out with her made Luna happy. She felt relaxed after all the things that she had been through and even though Luna wasn’t living with Vin, she spent a lot of time at his place.
They were going out almost every night, clubbing around LA or having dinner at some new restaurant. Luna always tried to make herself invisible around him when there were fans or paparazzi nearby, walking ahead of him, climbing into the car fast, leaving physical distance between them or even taking Mike’s or Steve’s hand, pretending to be with them instead of with Vin.
It wasn’t that she was acting differently than before, but Luna was sure that everybody was able to read her like an open book concerning her feelings for Vin, and she wasn’t sure now if that fact was going to have a consequence on Vin’s career. But, above everything, Luna didn’t want to be shown on tabloids like Vin Diesel’s last chick.
She wanted to keep herself out of the spotlight as much as possible and even though she knew full well that it was a difficult task, Luna did her best not to draw any added attention to herself.
It wasn’t that she needed publicity to be successful as a scriptwriter. Her career had nothing to do with pictures, fans, autographs, and everything to do with editors, directors and producers and other professionals who were mostly out of the spotlight.
In spite of all the precautions they took, on one occasion they were caught, kissing each other passionately and things started to get out of hand.
Luna had always loved the Red Hot Chili Peppers, so Vin had taken her to a RHCP’s concert and they were watching the show backstage with other celebrities.
After the concert, there was a private party at a club. Vin and Anthony Kiedis, the leader of the band, had met by chance on a couple of occasions, always at Playboy’s Mansion’s parties. So, Anthony asked Vin to join them. It was supposed to be that the press wasn’t allowed but somehow, one paparazzo trespassed and took pictures of almost every celebrity who was there.
At some point during the night, oblivious, Vin trapped Luna against a wall and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Luna was in a green silky dress and Vin slid his hand down the skirt as he put his right thigh between her legs. Luna encircled his neck, stroking his shaved head, pulling him to her and surrendered to him. Vin lifted her dress slightly, exposing her skin from her hipbone to her ankles, grabbing her bottom and squeezing it. At that exact moment, the paparazzo started to take pictures.
It wasn’t the first time that a picture of Vin kissing a girl had been published, but on this occasion anyone who looked at them kissing, would have no doubt that those photos hadn’t been planned in advance. It was more than clear that they had been spotted without being aware of that fact.
Vin really didn’t care about what the tabloids might say about him, his clothes or his behavior, and he was more than used to finding pictures of himself wasted, high or partying hard. But on this occasion, they added a line underneath one of the pictures where they said not very nice things about Luna’s body and her behavior.
Luna wanted to beat the shit out of someone when she read the horrible things that were said about her and her display with Vin Diesel at the party. She had always had an open mind about sex and she couldn’t understand why people were freaking out in that way.
However, the pictures were more explicit than she had thought when Renee said that they were posted on the Internet. Almost immediately, the phone call Vin was expecting took place; Marcela’s.
She suggested that Vin do his best to not let his guard down, and keep his sex life inside his bedroom. Then Marcela added that it would be good that Luna was a little more concerned about her own image while she was around Vin. Especially now that Marcela was spending time and energy to change Vin Diesel’s public image, showing him like a sweet romantic guy. And definitively, those pictures were showing everything except a romantic display of affection.
It wasn’t that Marcela didn’t like Luna, quite the opposite, she liked her a lot. But she said that Luna needed to start thinking seriously about her new role inside Vin Diesel’s life and aside from that, she considered that Luna needed to lose weight as well.
Marcela was conscious about what she was suggesting, but that was the way things were in Hollywood. She didn’t like it, but Marcela hadn’t made the rules; she was just playing along with the cards she had. Sure it sounded cruel and nasty, but that was the way things were.
And it didn’t really matter what Marcela’s personal opinion was or if she didn’t agree with the actual standard measurements of a woman figure. But if a woman had a height of 5’7 (1,70cm), her weight should be around 110 pounds (50kg) and no more. Any other thing would be considered overweight.
Vin chuckled at Marcela’s words, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that he was actually sat at the other side of Marcela’s desk, having that conversation with her.
He knew better than anyone else all about it; at the end Vin had always fucked chicks who weighed even less than 110 pounds, but for the first time he wasn’t too concerned about a few more pounds here and there.
Luna’s body was symmetrical and her muscles well defined. Her skin wasn’t flabby at all; she took good care of that while training at the gym. Paying special attention to her bottom, belly, hips and legs. And sure as hell, sex wasn’t Vin’s main concern either.
Back then, if Vin had to be honest with himself, the idea of fucking Luna senseless against that wall then and there crossed his mind, but even though they hadn’t gone that far, those pictures revealed much more than he would have liked.
It wasn’t that Vin didn’t like the idea, in fact secretly he loved it, but the rest of the people seemed to not share his open mind, contrasting it with their conservative almost touching puritanical mentalities concerning sex.
Definitely, the fact that Luna was European played an essential part in the game. Vin had never crossed paths with girls who loved porn other than porn actresses.
Of course he had been with almost any kind of chick, and some of them had weird sex habits, but they were never ready and able to actually carry it out or admit it; not further than the four walls of a hotel room or a bedroom anyway. His bedroom in this case.
However and curiously, there was one single thing that caught Vin’s attention. Funny how it was something that he never had paid close attention to before now.
Luna was always dressed in cotton shorts, or jeans, matching them with t-shirts and tops when she was at his place. Only when they were going out did she change her style completely; into leather pants and silky blouses or dresses, always matching those outfits with high-heeled sandals or boots.
Vin noticed that not even a single outfit she had was more expensive than 200USD with the exception of the ones he had paid for, and they were mostly lingerie, jeans or tops, never dresses or shoes.
Vin couldn’t help but wonder where the hell Luna was buying those silky strapless dresses she wore when they went out together at those low prices. Even Vin’s accountant made jokes with him saying that it was funny how in checking the receipts of his credit cards, he had noticed that Vin bought sport shoes much more expensive than two or three of her dresses.
On one occasion, Vin asked and Luna answered that LA had plenty of shopping centers with nice outfits at really interesting prices. She wasn’t going to pay or let him pay, more for clothes just because they had been made by such and such a famous fashion designer. Then Luna added that she would be able to make an exception if the outfit was a V&L.
In response, Vin had knit a brow in suspicion, thinking that maybe she was making fun of him because their initial’s until Luna laughed, saying that they were Vittorio & Lucchino, Spanish fashion designers.
Vin laughed with her, but made a mental note to make Renee find about those two guys and whether there was a V&L boutique in LA, just to know that there weren’t any. The only way to have V&L’s designed clothes was to fly to Spain and buy it directly in their boutiques. Or, selecting it in advance from an exclusive catalogue, adding to the cost of the expensive dress the rate of sending it by plane to the US.
Funny, for once Luna’s taste in clothes was going to be more expensive than any other woman he had met before in all his life.
“Damn!” Luna muttered under her breath as she tried to slide into of a pair of tight jeans.
“What?” Renee called from outside as she entered the dressing room next to Luna’s. She was carrying different outfits in her hands.
Luna cursed herself silently as she fought with the damn jeans that refused to slide up past her middle thighs. When Luna didn’t answer her but continued cursing in Spanish, Renee froze and then exited her changing room, dressed in her underwear.
“Hey! What’s the problem, NJ?” she asked. Luna heaved a hard sigh as she almost lost balance, falling on her bottom.
“Fuck!” She exclaimed. Renee blinked and stood at the other side of the curtain. “I’m fat,” Luna whined. In response, Renee rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
“Yeah, sweetie and I am Mother Theresa,” she mocked, laughing softly. Luna grunted annoyed and opened the curtain in one fast move.
“I’m serious, Ren. This was my size three weeks ago and now look.” She said, pointing at the jeans still stuck at her middle thighs. Renee knit a brow and looked down, then back at her face.
“Are you shitting me?” Renee asked. “Come on, honey. You gained a couple of pounds, so what?” Luna frowned and sighed hard.
“Have you seen the last picture published of us together?” Luna replied as she pushed the jeans down to her ankles, kicking them to one side. “I look like a fat cow even though I’m all dressed in black clothes.” Renee growled at her words. “And the message boards on the Internet? You should read what some of Vin’s fans think about me.” Luna whispered, flushing, embarrassed.
She herself had left messages on those same boards concerning Vin’s other women and she hadn’t been gentle with her comments. Now God seemed to be more than ready to pay her back and put her in the other position, making her felt guilty and ashamed.
Renee rolled her eyes, chuckling. “They are just a bunch of prudes who have never had a real man between their legs, honey. They are just jealous because they can’t have a piece of ‘the salami’.” Renee replied as she took Luna’s hand in hers.
Luna heaved a hard sigh, biting her lower lip. Renee narrowed her eyes in suspicion and held Luna’s gaze. “Oh, wait! Are you …?” she asked, frowning slightly. Luna blinked, surprised.
“No!” She retorted, smiling a little. “Damn, I’m not pregnant.” Luna added and Renee let out the air she had been holding.
“Then, don’t worry, Luna. A couple of pounds are not going to kill you, you know?” She said, chuckling at her words. Luna’s smile died on her lips and she locked eyes with Renee. “What?” she asked puzzled.
Luna went silent and after a moment she spoke, her eyes showing sadness.
“I want to be the prom queen for him, Renee.” She said softly. Renee knit a brow as she squeezed Luna’s hand. “I want him entering a place hand in hand with me and that every person thinks that he’s the luckiest motherfucker around because he has the sexiest hottest woman in town at his side.” Luna explained, holding her best friend’s concerned gaze, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
Renee heaved a hard sigh and pulled Luna to her, hugging her tightly. “Listen, Luna. Vin is already the luckiest motherfucker around because he already has a beautiful, intelligent and caring woman at his side.” Renee said as she kissed Luna’s cheek. Luna choked back a sob and smiled a little. “He doesn’t need the sexiest, hottest woman in town at his side, he needs you, Luna, and you are sexy and hot enough to be around him.” Renee explained as she smiled gently. “Besides, I know for sure that Vin’s high school prom queen was a brainless blonde bimbo.”
Luna couldn’t help it and giggled when Renee rolled her eyes and pretended she was throwing up, inserting one finger in her open mouth.
“Delora showed me his yearbook.” She added, winking, and continued, her voice serious. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately and now that you are finally with Vin, you’re more relaxed. You already know that when women are happy we eat more. No big deal, sweetie. We’ll work out our gorgeous bottoms a little more at the gym and we will be back in shape in a couple of weeks, ok?” Renee said as she let go of Luna.
“We?” She retorted, chuckling. “You’re fantastic just like you are now, Ren.” Luna added, cleaning a stray tear. In response, Renee looked at herself in the big mirror.
Indeed, Renee had lost weight lately because she was more stressed than usual. Now she had added to her daily agenda not only Vin’s schedule but her wedding’s as well.
Renee had been obsessed with perfection since always and she didn’t want to leave any detail out. That was why she was taking care of everything personally concerning her wedding with Valentino. Renee didn’t trust companies that could plan everything from a child’s birthday party to a royal wedding. It was too impersonal and Renee wanted something nice, simple and unforgettable.
Renee looked back at Luna. “I’m happy.” She shrugged her shoulders. Luna narrowed her eyes.
“I thought you said that happiness made us eat more, honey,” She retorted, frowning slightly. Renee grinned like a loony.
“And I’m eating more, but I almost have no time to breathe lately, so I think I’m burning all those calories faster.” Renee explained, shrugging her shoulders once more.
Luna narrowed her eyes and turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Damn, I look like a fucking fat seal, she said silently, staring at her hips.
Renee glanced at her chrono and gasped soundly. “Damn!” She exclaimed when she realized what time was. “We’re late again.” Renee added as she turned around, heading to her dressing room.
“To go where?” Luna asked, looking at her through the mirror.
Renee cursed herself silently as she grabbed her clothes and started to dress fast. “I completely forgot. I had an appointment fifteen minutes ago to try bride dresses.” She explained as she buttoned her blouse.
Luna smiled broadly and grabbed her dress, pulling it up as fast as she could. “Did you make up your mind already?” Luna asked, stepping into her shoes. Renee chuckled.
“I want your opinion. I have selected three,” she said, zipping her skirt. “Come on, honey. Move that killer ass of yours, Luna.” She added, grabbing her purse.
Luna laughed with Renee and they ran out the boutique, heading directly to Vin’s Mercedes that was parked on the other side of the street. They both climbed into the car and Luna started the engine all the time thinking about how fast she had gained those damn pounds.
Luna stepped on the scale and looked down, chewing her lower lip. 143 pounds (65kg). Cursing herself silently, she turned around and headed back to the bedroom.
Vin was lying on the bed, dressed in a pair of boxers, reading the script of “Seth” and writing notes at the edge of one of the pages.
“Vin, how much do you weight?” Luna asked as she made herself comfortable at his side.
“Around 200 pounds.” Vin answered absently as he underlined a word, adding an additional note at its side. Luna frowned slightly and picked up her printed copy of the script.
“And what’s your height?” She asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she looked for the same page Vin was making notations. In response, Vin chuckled, still writing.
“What is this? Twenty questions?” He mocked, grinning. Luna rolled her eyes, sighing.
“Come on, Vin, answer me.” She replied, looking up at him. Vin turned his head and locked eyes with her.
“6’2,” he finally said. “Why? Are you making an inquiry or just plain curious?” Vin added, resting the script on his lap as he knit a brow. Luna took a deep breath as she swallowed hard.
“Do you think I should lose weight?” Luna asked, holding his gaze, flushing slightly.
“Is that some kind of tricky question in which no matter what way I answer I’m fucked?” Vin replied, narrowing his eyes. “Because if it is, I’m not gonna say shit.” He added, grinning. Luna rolled her eyes, sighing hard.
“Yeah, it was a silly question,” she replied, turning the pages of the script. “Forget about it.” Luna added, cursing herself silently. What was she thinking, asking him?
Vin stared at her, thinking about his parent’s words about women. Respect and real love, his dad had said. But, his mom said that he had to be himself.
“Hey, I was joking.” Vin said as he lifted his hand, stroking her cheek. “Are you serious?” He asked, tugging a tuft behind her ear. In response, Luna bit her lower lip, nodding ‘yes’.
Vin’s bent his head, kissing her lips gently. When he released her, Vin tilted his head back a bit, staring at her eyes.
“I think you look great like you are now,” he said as he pushed her gently onto her back. “But if you want to lose a couple of pounds, I’m not gonna be the one who complains about it,” he added, making himself comfortable between her legs. “And my little friend here thinks the same.”
Luna gasped as she felt the familiar bulge starting to grow, but silently she cursed herself. She should have known what Vin was going to say. Of course he wanted her losing weight. He had always dated models.
“I should have asked your little friend instead of you.” Luna replied, frowning slightly, her mind already racing.
“You can try, but he’s not too much into words, he’s all action.” Vin growled softly as he pressed down, causing his erection to make full contact with her sex, only his boxers and her panties separating their skin. Luna’s breath caught and she forced a smile.
The last thing she needed now was Vin complaining about sex with her; she had enough with him complaining about her body. She wasn’t going to disappoint him in that matter too.
“Then, let’s give him some action, Diesel.” She purred, sliding her hands down to his bottom, squeezing it gently and pressing herself upward.
In no time, Vin had pulled his tank top off Luna’s body and her panties were resting on the floor with his boxers. Luna bit her lower lip hard, forcing tears back as she stroked Vin’s scruffy head while he sucked her nipple gently, turning it hard.
Luna was lost in thought about how her body looked, in comparison with the bodies of others girls she had seen with Vin before.
Oblivious to Luna’s current thoughts, he grinned against her skin and continued, stroking her body. Luna closed her eyes and did her best to concentrate on the man between her legs.
“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. Luna swallowed hard as she shut her eyes, spreading her legs further apart.
Vin grinned wickedly and buried himself inside of Luna’s sex, kissing her neck and shoulders, brushing his lips against her skin.
At least she was more than good concerning sex. So, Luna started to move her hips in time with his, meeting each and every thrust as he slid in and out faster and harder. She was moaning and panting, pretending that she was having the time of her life with him, while torturing herself with distorted visions of her body.
Luna knew full well that she wasn’t going to come, no matter what Vin might be able to do to her. So, Luna contracted her inner muscles hard as she cried his name, faking her orgasm, and feeling even worse with herself.
Vin didn’t deserve such behavior on her part, but she couldn’t help it. Luna felt a complete failure and she hated that feeling.
For the first time since they had sex, Luna turned around and showed Vin her back, closing her eyes. Vin encircled her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her neck, murmuring how great she was and how good she made him feel always.
Luna shut her eyes tightly and swallowed hard, forcing her tears back as she made a promise to herself. She was going to do whatever she had to do to make Vin be proud of her.