In which fate make their paths crossed again with shocking secrets yet to be revealed.
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"You look just like a dream"
"Then make me your reality"
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Camilla Cox the devil in disguise they say. The walking Aphrodite they would describe her. From...
"I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you" -Dirty Dancing
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The luminous, low-lying yellow foggy clouds slowly turned into pure white as the sun slowly made its way reflecting the now pure white clouds. He saw it all from above. Its been almost seven hours since he boarded the plane from New York to France to accompany his friend to a meeting.
He slept the whole flight and had just awoken up with the feeling he didn't expect, feeling he can't explain that makes him excited to land in France.
What did fate had planned for him?
The flight stewardess caked with make up poured some more whiskey on his glass, bending down trying to push up her breast on his face but Atticus couldn't care a flying fuck to her. Not even bothering to look at her without feeling disgusted.
Without a doubt he gulped a big sip of his cold whiskey, emptying his glass on the process, feeling his throat burned up, intoxicating just like how he like it. He watched as the olive on his glass floated as the blonde stewardess poured another glass of whiskey again.
The stewardess huffed out the room seeing the fine man in front of her didn't even bothered to look at her tits or either in her way as his stare only darted at the window or his glass.
After almost it felt like eternity later, the plane landed at the airport owned by his friend, Alex's family. Alex on the other hand, had landed France two days ago.
He got out off the plane not before putting on his pair of sunglasses, not wanting to catch any unwanted attention. Atticus is a public figure and also a fine bachelor in the industry.
He then proceeded to enter the van that waited outside for him not bothering to glance at the people looking him with curiosity. As soon he entered the car he took of his sunglasses and settled down on his seat, checking his black Rolex and watching the hands of his watch moving around. He noticed it was time for lunch but he wasn't in the mood for it.
