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Author: T C Southwell
Tags: Romance, Actresses, playwright, Movies, Films, actor, superstar, playboy, silver screen, megastar, supermodels
After a few minutes he climbed out, clad only
in a brief pair of swimming trunks. Muscles rippled on his tanned,
well-built torso as he towelled his hair. Carrin noticed a woman
walking towards him from the patio doors. He greeted Jenna, who
walked into his arms. Carrin left to shower and go to bed. Jenna
was welcome to him.
The following
morning, after eating breakfast in her room, Carrin came down to
find the limousine parked at the front doors. Mark sat in it,
talking on a mobile phone. John held the door for her, and she
climbed in beside Mark. The glass barrier between them and the
driver was in place, and she settled uncomfortably beside Mark as
he ended his call. He glanced at her and folded the phone.
"Sleep
well?"
"Yes, thank
you. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting."
He gave her
that slight, famous smile. "Not at all. I had to make some calls
anyway."
Carrin stared out of the window as the car glided down the
driveway, wondering where Jenna was. Was she still in Mark's bed,
while a resentful Helen served her breakfast, or had she left last
night after they had made love? He did not even look tired, but
disgustingly healthy, with no sign of a late night at all. His
voice dragged her from her reverie.
"You seem
unhappy, Carrin. Anything wrong?"
She turned to
look at him, wishing he did not look so handsome in the car's dim
interior. "No, just... a little homesick, I guess."
He stared at
her in surprise. "Yes, I suppose you would be missing your family.
Perhaps we should go out and do something; that would take your
mind off it."
"I have to
work on the screenplay."
"There's
plenty of time for that. Perhaps you'd like to come to my ranch? We
could go horse riding."
Carrin
wondered why he was trying so hard to be nice. Maybe he sensed her
hostility, and wanted to win her over for whatever use he had for
her. Well, it would not work.
"Thanks, but I
want to get the screenplay finished and go home."
"I see." He
looked confused. "Of course, you must have a boyfriend over there,
who you're missing."
"No. I miss my
horses, and my dog."
Mark's face
became unreadable, and she smiled inwardly. Let him think that a
few animals were more important than him; that would put him in his
place. He stared out of the window as the car whispered along, then
cursed. Carrin followed his gaze. They approached a set of steel
gates much like his, and a crowd of photographers clustered around
them. At the sight of the car they gave glad cries, and the swarm
descended on the limousine. Flashes went off like strobe lights as
the car pulled up at the gates, and Mark frowned as the pushing
crowd clustered close. The paparazzi banged on the windows and
shouted questions through the glass.
"Mr Lord, when
will your next movie be out?"
"What are you
working on currently?"
"Are you
and Jenna planning on tying the knot?"
"Is it true
you're in financial difficulties?"
The gates
swung open and the car purred through, leaving the disappointed
reporters milling. Mark glared at the back of John's head and
pushed a button on the console, which made the partition slide
down.
"How the hell
did they know I was coming here?"
"I don't know
sir." John glanced at his boss in the rear-view mirror. Mark
shifted irritably and tugged at the lapels of his immaculate black
suit. Surrounded by so much opulence, and his debonair presence,
Carrin felt plain and out of place in her faded summer dress. His
aftershave tickled her nose with a cool masculine scent that mixed
well with the leather smell of the car's upholstery.
They pulled up
in front of a single storey, ivy-covered house, whose garden was
not as well tended as Mark's. Hedges straggled, and creepers
invaded areas where they should not be. Molehills dotted the lawn
amongst the fallen leaves. It was still pretty, and more natural,
Carrin thought. As Mark stepped out of the car, a barrage of
cameras clicked and flashed from the gate. The paparazzi were now
armed with telephoto lenses, she noticed,
in a brief pair of swimming trunks. Muscles rippled on his tanned,
well-built torso as he towelled his hair. Carrin noticed a woman
walking towards him from the patio doors. He greeted Jenna, who
walked into his arms. Carrin left to shower and go to bed. Jenna
was welcome to him.
The following
morning, after eating breakfast in her room, Carrin came down to
find the limousine parked at the front doors. Mark sat in it,
talking on a mobile phone. John held the door for her, and she
climbed in beside Mark. The glass barrier between them and the
driver was in place, and she settled uncomfortably beside Mark as
he ended his call. He glanced at her and folded the phone.
"Sleep
well?"
"Yes, thank
you. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting."
He gave her
that slight, famous smile. "Not at all. I had to make some calls
anyway."
Carrin stared out of the window as the car glided down the
driveway, wondering where Jenna was. Was she still in Mark's bed,
while a resentful Helen served her breakfast, or had she left last
night after they had made love? He did not even look tired, but
disgustingly healthy, with no sign of a late night at all. His
voice dragged her from her reverie.
"You seem
unhappy, Carrin. Anything wrong?"
She turned to
look at him, wishing he did not look so handsome in the car's dim
interior. "No, just... a little homesick, I guess."
He stared at
her in surprise. "Yes, I suppose you would be missing your family.
Perhaps we should go out and do something; that would take your
mind off it."
"I have to
work on the screenplay."
"There's
plenty of time for that. Perhaps you'd like to come to my ranch? We
could go horse riding."
Carrin
wondered why he was trying so hard to be nice. Maybe he sensed her
hostility, and wanted to win her over for whatever use he had for
her. Well, it would not work.
"Thanks, but I
want to get the screenplay finished and go home."
"I see." He
looked confused. "Of course, you must have a boyfriend over there,
who you're missing."
"No. I miss my
horses, and my dog."
Mark's face
became unreadable, and she smiled inwardly. Let him think that a
few animals were more important than him; that would put him in his
place. He stared out of the window as the car whispered along, then
cursed. Carrin followed his gaze. They approached a set of steel
gates much like his, and a crowd of photographers clustered around
them. At the sight of the car they gave glad cries, and the swarm
descended on the limousine. Flashes went off like strobe lights as
the car pulled up at the gates, and Mark frowned as the pushing
crowd clustered close. The paparazzi banged on the windows and
shouted questions through the glass.
"Mr Lord, when
will your next movie be out?"
"What are you
working on currently?"
"Are you
and Jenna planning on tying the knot?"
"Is it true
you're in financial difficulties?"
The gates
swung open and the car purred through, leaving the disappointed
reporters milling. Mark glared at the back of John's head and
pushed a button on the console, which made the partition slide
down.
"How the hell
did they know I was coming here?"
"I don't know
sir." John glanced at his boss in the rear-view mirror. Mark
shifted irritably and tugged at the lapels of his immaculate black
suit. Surrounded by so much opulence, and his debonair presence,
Carrin felt plain and out of place in her faded summer dress. His
aftershave tickled her nose with a cool masculine scent that mixed
well with the leather smell of the car's upholstery.
They pulled up
in front of a single storey, ivy-covered house, whose garden was
not as well tended as Mark's. Hedges straggled, and creepers
invaded areas where they should not be. Molehills dotted the lawn
amongst the fallen leaves. It was still pretty, and more natural,
Carrin thought. As Mark stepped out of the car, a barrage of
cameras clicked and flashed from the gate. The paparazzi were now
armed with telephoto lenses, she noticed,