Click,clack ...her red bottomed heels bit the floor,the long shapely legs balanced on the nine inch abomination of nature,with ease only acquired by long term use. The shiffon mini dress hugging her curves, made them come alive in the fabric,her hair joining the party as it was free curtaining her back down to her waist.kate was a wonder to watch, most people at the airport stopped to stare coz one she is perfect,she made walking a sexual act without trying,and two she was well known,winner of numerous journalist awards,to the front page headlines she wrote,but mostly her ability to get 'dirt' on celebrities from themselves. In her six year career she had managed to capture the most elusive celebrities in her pages, she was on top of her game,she was one of the most respected and established reporter of the NY freeking Times. This would be a walk in the park compared to the 'bigger fish she had fried'.
Momentarily she was occupied by her phone ,texting Angie who was having a mini freek out, you see before she left her apartment she had showed Angie one of the tasteless over naughty putting it kindly,videos of Sebastian and now she was a baptised full believer and fun girl of yours truelly.
Angie: omg he is so hot,can't stop drooling over him....and your going to meeeet him....please just smell him for me before I die
Kate smiled like an idiot wondering how this woman had moved from crying bloody murder to the balls ,to smelling him.
Kate: calm your tits before u explode, thot u were planning to custrate him????? Think about the dog
Angie: nooo don't u dare, I didnt know he is a demi god ..kitty...how can I harm the father of my babies plus I don't have a dog ...win win.
The roudy crowd in front of her captured her attention,people lined outside one specific gate,the crowd consisted mostly of 20 somethings skimply dressed 'ladies' excitement showing on their caked made up faces,looking at them she felt old but her 26 years was far from it. Her heels gave her an advantage as she glanced over the crowd
"Shit!!" She said to her self,she was here.
According to Mr Madison her boss she was to meet Sebastian snobbish egotistic assh*le celeb coz he said so. This was his only request, didnt the guy get the memo, he had the cover of Times magazine, u don't make requests we do, to say she was frustrated and pissed was an understament, she wanted to go on a rampage not even kittens and puppy's would be spared,the storm inside was only visible through her green eyes, she knew this ,that's why she covered them with sun glasses , she approached the crowd slowly wondering how she would get through, already she was getting murderous looks from the 'ladies' around her, did every chick want his babies too??.
She approached one of the human walls, this thing looked like he ate steroids for breakfast,do not eat me Mr hulk in a suit,showed him her I.d and she was let through un eaten thank God. She joined the welcoming comity,and waited. let the games begin.
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Clip ,clop ....his black leather combat boots hit the floor, they complemented his all black attire, he looked like a run away fitness model, the only difference was he reeked of power and awareness. Dragging along his suitcase he watched damn and damner do what they did best. Angelo was wheeling Demion who was on top of the laggage trollies eating grapes, ..where the f did he get the grapes..?, this made him smile,they always make him smile, they were the only family he had. Mark was behind him with one of the flight attendant's trying to get in her skirt, he had sworn by his dead uncles cousin that he was in love, and by the looks of it he was about to get some coz his lips had found home on her neck, and judging from the annoying giggles ,she was enjoying it.
Currently he was suffering from a massive hangover,the shit was on a rampage with a shot gun and a power saw, why do I love vodka so much and all alcoholic beverages, but the redbull at hand was making everything better, he was enjoying the free entertainment in front of him, Angelo had convinced a chick to help him push Demion who was feeding his 'date' the grapes, again how did he get those grapes. Shaking his head he continued walking towards the exit ignoring the attention they were attracting, he was used to it, being a celebrity and all but mostly from his looks, women usually fell on his feet ,he was used to that as well. Like the attendant checking their paper.. what are they called again??. .She was shaking and gasping trying to constract a sentences with her mouth open, so funny ,so I helped her out by closing her mouth for her ,which was a mistake coz now she looked like she was about to faint,women.
"Yooo S !!!, I know who you got for your interview!" Demion called out still eating those grapes,their 'dates' were no where to be seen, Angelo was now next to Demion and the grapes!!!.
"Shit!!" He said to himself he had forgotten all about it, the Times wanted his face and his management team I.e the three dummies had made sure they got it.
"Who ??" He asked a bit curious,
"Caterina Aldriano Alba" he smarked really happy with himself, in heaven with those f*cking grapes, they all stared at Sebastian waiting some hoping for a response anything at all from the hard to read man,but he only responded by putting on his sunglasses and taking his papers from the shaking attendant and started walking towards the exit,expecting them to follow ,which they did in a rush.
"Get rid of those grapes stupid," was the last thing that was said before the cameras started flashing, and so it begins.
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Romance"its always with me ,I try to drown it "he said as he took another swig from the half empty vodka bottle, "with bad decisions" the teary eyed reporter asked her voice betrayed her concerns,"no"he made eye contact for the first time "listen"
