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Then things escalated as we became more and more comfortable with each other… the walls came down, and he kissed me. It was the kiss of my life. Then it escalated even more as we began to enjoy some extreme foreplay, and he went down on me. That was when we were rudely interrupted. However everything before that was so dreamlike, it was almost as if I was out of my body experiencing it, or as if it was happening to someone else. It was too unbelievable that it would be happening to me, yet somewhere deep inside me I felt like I deserved it.
     
    Of course there was always a nagging sensation and low self-esteem that made you feel like you did not deserve it. And there was nothing like an A-list movie star who used to be a model barging in and making you feel like a common whore. She probably thought I was just someone he picked up at a bar, or a star fucker looking for attention. She had no idea that I was a budding new writer, who if I played my cards right would be a powerhouse in Hollywood very soon. I had written an excellent piece that would be a hit at the box office. No, I was not looking for the fame that came with having a successful screenplay, but I was looking for the rush of other offers that would come in to produce anything else that I wrote. That's all I wanted. That was what I had set out to do, and then the universe threw a curveball at me by sending my dream crush to me as the lead and my very first project, Jackson Lane. Then to top it off, he was flirty, charming, and interested in me. So of course this woman, his ex-girlfriend, who was apparently someone that broke his heart and left him for someone else, the movie star Shane Price, was back in his life. Perfect fucking timing.
     
    I paced my room up and down and started to really weigh in, or I guess, size myself up against her. In the looks department, I held nothing compared to her. She was an exotic beauty from the British Virgin Islands, with pale skin and stunning blue eyes. She was 5'10 with long legs, and a perfect body. Before she was an actress she was a high fashion runway model. Her hair was the perfect shade of blonde, and her skin was flawless like porcelain, with a smile that would stop traffic. As far as intelligence went, she was smart. She was not the dumb blonde that Hollywood liked to give Marilyn Monroe type of roles to, no, she was an Academy award winner who played serious roles often transforming her entire look like a chameleon. She was in general, a badass. So there was really only one thing that I had over her, I was not crazy.
     
    From all of her interviews and working with people on set, people often said she was difficult to work with. That she was a high maintenance bitch, and not in the good way, where we think of a bitch taking care of business… No she was the bad bitch rolling her eyes and treating people like shit. This apparently included her ex-boyfriend, Jackson Lane, who she notoriously treated like shit. She was very overbearing, and was almost a mother like figure to him. I guess this should be a red flag to me, that I should not get involved with a man like that. He was turned on by a woman that treated him like shit, he probably saw it as a challenge. You know, since women were constantly throwing themselves at him, someone who was standoffish and mean was probably refreshing to him. Ugh that thought made me want to vomit. Going through all these points, I couldn't hold a candle to her, she was better than me in every way. Sure, she was just an actress, and I was a brilliant writer, but maybe those things were equal in other peoples’ eyes. I don't know.
     
    Then I remembered something else they had argued about, her adopted son. She had adopted a son on her own, something many Hollywood actresses do these days. I didn't know about this, but again I did not read the tabloids. I remember him yelling at her that she was trying to use him to be a father figure to her adopted son, but only when she was