Secrets 36

Chapter 36 (I part)

Three weeks later.

They had spent the last three weeks locked in Vin’s house, dealing with Luna’s sickness. It hadn’t been easy because Luna had gone through several tantrums, cursing, yelling and crying. Especially when Vin told her she was going to move in with him, not giving her room for complaint.

She hadn’t liked it one damn bit that Vin had made that decision on his own, not discussing it with her first but she had felt drained and exhausted and she hadn’t felt like arguing endlessly about the matter. Instead, Luna focused her energy on getting better as soon as possible, thinking there would be time for that pending talking later.

The fact that Luna was taking strong anti-depressants also made it easier for Vin to deal with her because she had been groggy almost 24/7. Especially the first week and there had been days that she hadn’t given a shit about anything at all, not even about him. So Vin had taken advantage of the situation, planning Luna’s schedule.

Vin had arranged meetings for her with one of the best psychologists in LA, even making the man drive to Vin’s place to treat Luna four days a week. He also had made sure that she was comfortable enough, and Vin set her up with her own office so that she could have a place to write without anyone bothering or distracting her, not even him.

Vin had also gotten rid of all food that may be considered ‘comfort food’ and he even hired an expert diet specialist to advise them about their eating habits and a cook to make sure that both Luna and he were eating properly.

Luna had been so apathetic that she had been relegating on Vin almost everything with the exception of the soap opera script. She had been nodding in agreement, letting everyone else make decisions in her place and feeling that it wasn’t that bad to let others lead the way for a while. It definitely had been easier because she hadn’t felt the strength enough to deal with daily routines.

The fact that Vin had been treating her like a queen had been a shock at the beginning because she hadn’t expected him to act in such a sweet way with her. Not that she was complaining but it definitely had made Luna think about their future together, wishing and hoping silently for Vin’s behavior to not end up being just a mirage.

On the other hand, Vin had been enjoying endlessly the fact that Luna had been letting him spoil her no end. That was something he was used to doing with women and he felt secure playing that role.

They had spent endless hours talking about what had happened, making promises they both meant to keep. Luna promised that she would not hide things from him and Vin promised that he would try hard to show his feelings more often, not keeping things from her.

Things seemed to settle nicely and even though they had been arguing about almost everything, at the end they both had managed to make concessions regarding every single important matter concerning both of them. Things such as the contraception method, Luna’s privacy within Vin’s house and the fact that Luna didn’t want to see Marcela close to her at least for a while.

Vin couldn’t blame her for that nor Marcela but Vin’s agent hadn’t liked it one damn bit that all of sudden Luna had been the one giving advice to Vin concerning his career. Much less when some of that advice had gone against Marcela’s.

Vin had finally bought his new house; the L-shaped bungalow, and he had asked Luna how she wanted the house to be decorated. Vin had told her that he was thinking about moving to the new house after his birthday, so that way they could start from a real beginning in a place where no other woman had laid her feet before.

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First Casting of ‘Leah’, main female character of “SETH” – Vin Diesel’s next movie.

Sheila Harley entered the big hall of the auditorium and found at least fifty girls if not more already waiting for the casting of ‘Leah’, the main female character of Vin Diesel’s next movie, “Seth”.

Sheila grunted, annoyed, and narrowed her dark brown eyes. She was never going to have that role if she had to play by the rules.

Sheila had tried in vain to contact Richard Hopkins, but he seemed to always be busy with other things. She then tried to use her weak connections to make an appointment with Vin Diesel, but she only got to talk with Alice for fifteen seconds during which Vin’s secretary told her to contact his agent, Marcela, directly. Not even she was able to pull the phone number of Vin’s personal assistant from Alice, and there was no sign of Vin Diesel. It appeared as if the actor was locked inside of his house, working on his role.

Lorraine was sitting on the floor, reading her lines for the casting when she noticed a girl standing at her side and lifted her head. She was dressed in a tight red silky dress that clutched her perfect body and matching high heels. Lorraine’s eyes were wide open; she never had seen a girl so beautiful in all her life and smiled broadly.

“Hi”, she said. Sheila knit a brow and looked down at her as if she had sprouted a second head.

“Are you talking to me?” Sheila replied coldly. Lorraine’s smile died on her lips, but she nodded ‘yes’ shyly. Sheila rolled her eyes and looked around absently. “Which role are you here for?” she asked as Lorraine smiled again.

“Leah, the girl from the jury.” She said, grinning. Sheila chuckled at that.

“Then you’re wasting your time, sweetie, because that role will be mine.” Sheila retorted sarcastically.

Lorraine blinked, shocked by her words, but kept silent and returned her attention to her lines.

A woman entered the hall and cleared her throat. “Ok, girls, pay attention to me.” She said and waited for the girls to quiet down. “You’re going to enter the auditorium and take a seat at the left side of the stall. Then we will call you in the order in which you have arrived and you will read the lines. Ok?” she explained, and after the girls nodded, the woman turned around and opened the doors of the auditorium, letting the girls in.

Lorraine looked at Sheila. “Do you think Vin Diesel is here?” She asked, and her voice sounded full of hope. Sheila looked at her from head to toe and rolled her eyes.

“Get a grip. He’s surely fucking the shit out of some chick right now.” Sheila retorted as she walked past her and into the auditorium.

Lorraine frowned deeply and after a moment, she shook her head and entered the big salon, heading directly to one of the seats.

“Hi, I’m Lorraine,” she said to the blonde girl sitting at her side as she stretched out her hand, smiling.

“Sandra,” the blonde replied, grinning. “Is this your first audition?” she asked, chewing on her bubble gum. Lorraine nodded ‘yes’.

“Yeah and I’m really nervous.” She answered. Sandra smile broadly.

“Don’t worry, Lorraine, me too. This is so exciting though.” She said and both smiled broadly. “Do you think Vin Diesel is here?” Sandra asked. Lorraine shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know. One girl told me that he will be in the next one, after the first selection is done.” She explained to Sandra who rolled her eyes.

“Oh, well, then I won’t see him.” She replied, smiling sadly. At her words Lorraine frowned, puzzled.

“Why?”

“Because I have never been selected for anything before, and, aside from that did you see that girl over there?” Lorraine followed Sandra’s line of vision and found the girl with the red dress. “She’s Sheila Harley, TV actress, model and Vin Diesel’s kind of chick.” Sandra explained. “Wild, without prejudices and ready to suck as much cocks as it takes to have the role, including Diesel’s as soon as she crosses paths with him.”

Lorraine narrowed her eyes and sighed hard. Then she had nothing to do, but since she was already there, at least she was going to try.

Marcela entered the auditorium where the first casting for the main female character for ‘Seth’ was taking place and her eyes were wide open. It had been a long time since she had seen so many girls together in one place.

Her eyes wandered absently until she spotted her ex-husband sitting at the right side of the stall with James, the manager of the casting agency and Niko, the director.

Niko had won an Oscar for the best short movie last year and his name was constantly sounding in each and every meeting all over Hollywood. Niko and Vin met at a party and Vin had been pushing the Studio to contact Niko. He knew the kid had talent.

The Studio obliged, thinking that it would be easier to have a young inexperienced director, so they would be able to control him. But the truth was that Niko was far from being that, quite the opposite, and that was mainly the reason why Vin wanted him and no other.

He had a childish face; his innocent eyes were hiding a rebel spirit, ready to kick the asses of those motherfuckers in whose hands laid the power. Aside from that, Vin liked Niko as soon as they met and found in the young director an ally who would be able to fuck with the managers of the Studio, causing them more than one painful headache. But secretly Vin had thought he would be able to control Niko too.

The three men were chatting vividly while they watched the girls reading their lines one after another. Marcela narrowed her eyes and headed toward them.

“Good Morning, gentlemen,” she greeted James and Niko as she took a seat behind her ex-husband. “Richard.” She added, smirking as she pulled out a cigarillo. Richard Hopkins snorted as he stiffened in his seat.

“Morning, Marcela. How are you?” James greeted her as he stood, kissing her cheek and moved to take a seat at her side.

“I’m fine, James.” She replied, smiling broadly.

Niko stood as well, grinning like a loony. “Marcela, the only woman with more balls than the three of us together.” He mocked, kissing her hand gently. Marcela laughed softly, shaking her head.

“Niko, the wild kid of Hollywood,” she replied, laughing as Niko winked at her and Marcela pulled out her lighter.

“You should know that this auditorium is a no smoking area, babe.” Richard said, chuckling.

He knew full well that Marcela hated when someone called her ‘babe’, especially if that someone was him. In response, Marcela rolled her eyes and lit up, taking a deep puff, blowing the smoke directly at her ex-husband’s nape.

“Too bad, I don’t give shit, Ricky.” She replied sarcastically, grinning, and got comfortable. “Where’s Rhiana?” she asked as she frowned slightly. Richard stiffened on his seat and cleared his throat.

“She’s not doing the role.” Niko replied, shrugging his shoulders as he pulled out a joint. Marcela knit a brow.

“What? She refused to spread her legs for you again, Richard?” She asked, taking a deep puff of her cigarillo and this time blowing the smoke up at the ceiling.

James chuckled and Niko burst out laughing hard. Richard turned his head back and locked eyes with her.

“Exactly.” He retorted and with that he stood and headed toward the entrance.

Sheila saw Richard Hopkins heading to the main door and without a second thought, she stood and followed him.

Lorraine glanced at him from the corner of her eye and then looked back at Sandra. “Who is he?” She asked. Sandra turned her head, frowning.

“Richard Hopkins. He’s one of the owners of the Studio.” Sandra explained and then she turned her head to the other side. “Can you see that woman over there? The one with short white hair.” Lorraine looked at Marcela, nodding ‘yes’. “She’s Marcela Hopkins, his ex-wife and Vin Diesel’s agent.” Sandra said, grinning. In response Lorraine knit a brow and then she looked down at her hands.

Marcela saw a girl with a red dress following Richard outside and shook her head, rolling her eyes. Some things never changed. Then, she looked at James.

“Sorry, Marcela. I cast Rhiana in London and she did great, but you know Richard.” He explained as he pulled out a cigarette. “He’s a motherfucker who hasn’t forgiven her since TCOR’s casting.” James added and lit his cigarette up. Marcela rolled her eyes.

“Indeed, he’s an ugly motherfucker, Marcela. No offence.” Niko said, grinning, blowing the smoke of his joint, drawing circles.

“None taken, love. He wasn’t ugly when we married though, but he was already a motherfucker.” She replied evenly and after a moment the three of them burst out laughing. “Ok, tell me if you have found someone.” Marcela added, grinning.

James lifted a hand and made a sign to one of his employees who stood and came to where they sat with a file in his hands.

“I have some girls who I think will fit the role. They are all here.” James said as he took the file and gave it to her.

“We already made a pre-selection just by looking at them, but we would like to know what you have to say, Marcela.” Niko said, making himself comfortable, putting his legs up on the seat in front of him. “I trust blindly in your judgment, lady.” He added and took a new long puff of his joint, closing his eyes.

Marcela opened the book with the pictures and looked at them while smoking.

Behind each picture that Niko had selected there was a number. The last document inside of the file was a list in which the names linked to those numbers appeared.

Marcela was passing the pictures absently when one of them caught her attention. She fixed her gaze on the girl’s eyes and smiled broadly. Hi, Leah, how are you, honey? She chuckled silently.

James glanced at Marcela from the corner of his eye, grinning and knew that she had found the perfect girl to play the main female character of “Seth”.

Marcela turned the picture and saw the number thirteen. Laughing silently she searched for the name. Lorraine. Marcela read silently.

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“Mr. Hopkins!”

Richard Hopkins was about to get in the limo when he heard someone calling his name, he went motionless and turned his head. His eyes were wide behind his sunglasses as he fixed his gaze on the owner of the voice.

A girl dressed in a silky red dress with high heels was walking to him, swinging her hips in a slow cadence. She was at least 5’9 with a body full of curves in the right places. Her hair was black and so long that it rested on her waist. Richard knit a brow as he gave her the once over.

“And you are…” Richard said, licking his lips. The girl smiled devilishly and cleared her throat.

“Your dream coming true.” She replied as she stopped in front of him. Richard chuckled at her words and he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the outside, lingering on his caress.

“Is there a name for this beautiful dream of mine?” He asked, grinning. The girl smiled broadly.

“Harley, Mr. Hopkins.” She replied. “Sheila Harley.” She added as she released her hand and rested it on his chest. “I wonder if you could see my performance, Mr. Hopkins. I’m amazing when I’m inspired and right now I’m more than inspired, sir.” Sheila purred seductively. Richard narrowed his eyes, holding her gaze and after a moment, he took her hand in his.

“Call me Richard, Sheila.” He said, smirking, and moved backward, making room for her to enter the black limousine. Sheila nodded ‘yes’, grinning and got in the car.

As soon as she was inside, Sheila saw that she wasn’t alone and frowned slightly. There were two more men. Just then, Richard got in the car as well and made himself comfortable, closing the door.

“I hope you don’t mind performing for my partners as well, Sheila.” He whispered as a dirty grin graced his lips.

Sheila was going to do whatever she had to do in order to have the main female role in Vin Diesel’s next movie; ‘Leah’. She had came this far, she wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass. No one was going to get in Sheila’s way to her goal. So, she grinned devilishly as she stroked Richard’s thigh up and down softly.

“It’ll be my pleasure, gentlemen.” Sheila purred, licking her lips.

Chapter 36 (II part)

At the same time (Vin’s place)

Luna pulled out a joint and lit up, taking a deep puff, as she got comfortable on the bed, resting her head on Vin’s lap. He grinned broadly and lifted a hand, stroking her hair.

Luna closed her eyes and relaxed as Vin took the joint from her hand, taking a puff, flicking the ashes in the ashtray that Luna had placed on her stomach.

“We should leave this bed sometime, you know, beautiful.” Vin said as he continued playing with her hair. Luna opened her eyes, sighing hard.

“Do we have to?” She replied, frowning slightly. Vin grinned as he bent his head, kissing her lips softly. When he released her, Vin smiled broadly against her lips.

“No, baby, we don’t have to,” he whispered, brushing her lips with his. “But, sooner or later we’re going to have to face the world, Luna.” Vin added, sighing hard. Luna tensed slightly, but managed a weak smile.

“Yeah, I know that, but I don’t feel like facing anything or anyone just now.” Luna answered as Vin took the joint, puffing deeply. Luna let out a heavy sigh. “Can we just pretend that there’s no one else aside from the two of us?” She asked absently as she took his free hand, entwining their fingers.

“I didn’t know you were that chicken shit, Luna.” Vin replied, grinning. Luna chuckled at his words.

“I’m not, but…it’s just that I want you all for myself a little longer, that’s all.” She replied, smiling shyly. “I don’t feel like sharing you with the rest of the world just yet.” Vin laughed softly and took a new puff of the joint, passing it to her again.

“I have an idea.” Vin said, tilting his head to one side, staring at her eyes. Luna knit a brow, waiting for him to keep talking. “How about we celebrate my birthday alone? Not even Val and Renee. Just the two of us.” He explained. Luna’s eyes widened completely.

“I thought you wanted a big party, with everyone.” She replied as she lifted her body to a sitting position.

“That was before…” Vin trailed off, a shadow of concern clouding his gaze for a second as he looked directly at Luna’s eyes. “Listen Luna, we’ve been through some serious shit and we really deserve to have a little fun, baby.” He paused for a second as he smiled slightly. “We can go wherever you want, spending the weekend together. Just you and me. What do you say, huh?”

Luna’s eyes sparkled for the first time in days and Vin felt his heart skipping a beat watching how her gaze had lightened with the idea of flying together to some place.

“Wherever I want?” She asked, her voice almost singing. Vin laughed hard, nodding eagerly ‘yes’.

“Damn right, beautiful.” He replied, stroking her face. “Just name the place and we’ll be there in a flash.”

Luna frowned deeply, trying to think in some place but all of sudden her mind had gone blank. She bit her lower lip, narrowing her eyes until the name of the city popped without warning.

“Las Vegas!” Luna exclaimed, laughing. Vin blinked, slightly shocked but he recovered in a second flat.

He had thought she would say Paris or some romantic place, but then again, Luna’s choice sounded fucking great. Vin himself couldn’t have thought of a better place to celebrate his birthday.

Vin laughed hard, mimicking her laughter and pulling Luna to him, he grinned wickedly.

“Get ready, Las Vegas, Vin fucking Diesel and his girl are coming and they’re gonna burn the city of blinding lights.”

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At the end time, Val’s and Renee’s place

Valentino frowned slightly as his hands moved up her neck, curling around her head before coming to stop, making his palms rest against Renee’s temples.

“You’re too tense.” Val whispered and Renee smiled unconsciously as she relaxed even more.

Valentino grinned as he began to draw circles, pressing against her temples, pausing just to move his fingers over her scalp. He knew full well that his skillful hands could work better than any analgesic against Renee’s headaches and tension.

Renee let out a soft moan as Val moved his hands down her shoulders.

“Relax, princesa,” he breathed into her hair as his thumbs worked the knots, easing the tension in Renee’s tight muscles.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as he increased the pressure, feeling Renee’s body relaxing completely under his hands as her breath deepened.

“That’s right, baby.” Val whispered as his fingers traveled along the curves of her shoulders and up her neck with his firm yet soft touch.

A pleasurable warmth grew almost subtly inside of Renee’s core, causing all her strength to leave her.

Val’s lip spread in a devilish grin when her breath caught in her throat as soon as Renee felt his hands altering their path and his fingertips pressing hard into her skin, dragging a line from her shoulders to her breast.

She tensed slightly, moaning when Val’s palms cupped them gently, rubbing her nipples over the fabric of her top.

Without being aware of it, Renee’s breath matched Val’s, their chests rising and falling in harmony. In seconds, Val’s flattened palms rested on her belly and slid down her shorts, caressing her hipbones as his chin rubbed her nape, his wet tongue flicking her earlobe, his warm breath tickling her skin.

“Valentino…” Renee gasped breathlessly.

“Let your man take care of you, mi amor,” was his answer as Val’s lips laid down, clamping on her throat, sucking hard.

Renee’s heart was beating faster as she shuddered in anticipation when his hands found their destination. A gentle nip to that sensitive spot behind her ear caused a loud moan to echo faintly in the salon and Renee clutched Val’s forearms for dear life.

His fingers traced the outline of her labia and Renee tensed all at once, thrusting her hips upwards when Val brushed over the pulsing nub. She arched her back and took a ragged breath, digging her nails in his skin.

“Val, oh my god….” Renee whispered as she bit her bottom lip hard, holding back a scream in pleasure.

Val grinned as Renee spread her legs apart on the big couch, giving him more room, feeling his finger stroking her wet hot sex.

Gasping in surprise, her eyes were wide open when Val inserted two fingers, curling them up in search of her g-spot as his thumb continued brushing above and around her clit, drawing circles.

Renee bucked against his hands and lifted her hips from the couch, shuddering as an orgasm rose inside her body with the force of a wave. Val pressed his full lips against her ear.

“Come for your man, mi amor,” he whispered, his hands working at once, thrusting her sex, rubbing her clit in almost frantic action and a guttural groan was torn from her throat as an her orgasm crashed over Renee, dragging her into a bliss of pleasure.

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