When the day met the night

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One short flight later I was finally home. I unpacked my crap dumping things all over the place. So unlike me, I was usually neat and everything ordered, but I couldn't keep my thoughts together, my mind racing a hundred miles an hour, thinking about the last few days. I ducked out, grabbed some dinner and pretty much fell into a coma I was so tired. I didn't even know what time it was when my phone started ringing, I ignored it the first two times, but whoever it was, was determined to talk to me. I finally answered annoyed, "hello!". "About time you picked up!! Why didn't you call me when you got back?" It was Lucy, my agent. Shit, I'd forgotten to call her, I slowly sat up, "sorry, I was so tired I just collapsed" I said yawning. "Really?? Well if you'd been awake you'd know why my phone has been ringing off the hook" she snapped. "What's wrong?" I said, she loved a bit of drama. "You were photographed, in Italy swimming with Jared Leto!" She practically yelled. I was suddenly wide awake, "what did you just say?" I stammered. "You heard me, just jump on any online news service and you'll see" she said. I grabbed my laptop and quickly logged in, typing in the first site I could think of, The Daily Mail, there we were, the headline read, "Jared Leto cavorting in the Italian sea with little known British actress" I gasped. It was me with my arms around his neck, it looked worse than it was, although thank goodness there was nothing more going on considering how close we had gotten. "Great publicity though Harper, you couldn't have picked a better guy to screw around with" she said laughing. "Shut up Lucy, I haven't screwed anyone! For fucks sake!" I yelled. "Okay okay sorry!" She said placating me. "Have you got the details for my fitting times, I need to get organized before Paris" I said quickly to avoid any more questions. She gave me all the times and places that I needed to be and the details for my Paris trip. I hung up and sat there stunned for a good half hour or so, looking at the photos again, shaking my head. My phone dinged a message, I picked it up and looked, unknown number, ~ I hear you've been cavorting with someone in Italy, Jared. I smiled to myself, ~ yeah I was, anyone you know? I said biting my lip. ~ yeah I heard he can be a bit of arrogant prick sometimes. I laughed ~ I've read that too but actually he's not too bad ;) I waited for him to reply, it came almost immediately ~ that's good to know, so when do you head to Paris? ~ I leave here tomorrow. ~ how about you?. ~ leaving for LA the day after next. For no reasonable explanation I felt my stomach sink, ~ well I guess I won't be seeing you, I really gotta go I'm heading off to a fitting, it was really nice cavorting... bye. He replied ~ that's it? bye? Well hopefully we'll meet up to cavort again soon ;). I didn't answer, I lay back down on the bed and felt the tiniest bit sorry for myself. God knows what I though was going to happen, but somehow I felt cheated, like there had been a connection, but that was all it was I guess. "Fuck" I said loudly. I allowed myself another half hour of feeling miserable then forced myself to get up and start moving, I had things to do.

I arrived In Paris, as I soon as I checked in I rang Lucy, "I'm here, what's the go? You know you should have come with me, I need the support" "Don't worry, you'll be okay, I've organized a car to take you tonight and your dress will be delivered anytime. The stylist is also coming so you'll be fine you just need to smile and look gorgeous, relax you'll be fine" she said not even sounding apologetic. "Fine I'm going to have a shower, I'll talk to you later" I hung up. About four hours later I was in the car and headed to the show, I was purposely arriving late so I'd miss the show and just have to do the mingle. I had to admit I didn't look too bad, I was wearing a typical little black dress, with a few changes that were specific to the designer who's show I was attending, paired with a pair of black Louboutins and I was fairly happy with the way I looked. I emerged from the car and was immediately besieged by photographers. This had never happened to me before, it must be those bloody photos, I looked away and headed inside as quick as I could. Once in there I grabbed a drink and started talking to a few people I knew. Most of them were boring as hell and I secretly wondered how long I needed to stay. I chatted to reporters about the mini series, I refused point blank to answer any questions they had about the now infamous photos.

About an hour in, I inconspicuously started looking around for the exit when my heart suddenly stopped, there he was with his beautiful long hair out, floating around his face, looking so gorgeous my heart almost stopped. I almost ran toward him, until I saw a girl with her arm around his waist laughing at something he was saying to the small group of people milling around him. I felt an irrational surge of jealousy run through me, I was about to dash the other way when he turned and my eyes looked into his stunningly beautiful blue ones. He grinned widely, extricating himself from the girl who had her arm around him and excused himself from the group. He quickly made his way toward me and pulled me in toward his chest hugging me tight, I automatically hugged him back, I could feel his firm chest and his unique scent invading my senses. I let him go, "What are you doing here?", "I told you I'd see you soon" he said in a low voice, people were starting to stare. I smiled trying to hide my shock at seeing him, "How did you even know where I was?" I said quietly, trying not to attract too much attention. "I rang your agent, she told me where you'd be, I wanted to surprise you, you look beautiful" his eyes raked up and down my body, I blushed "thank you" I murmured embarrassed. God he looked great, black jeans, one of his signature torn t-shirts and a leather jacket, so fucking sexy. "I'm so surprised to see you" I said. He frowned briefly, "glad I hope?", "yes of course, it's just I thought you were heading back to LA, and you're here" He turned on that gorgeous smile again and whispered into my ear, "do you want to get out of here, I'm sick of all these models trying to grab my ass" he gave me a sly smile, melting me on the spot. I had become speechless, I nodded and finally spoke, "sure, okay" he made a quick phone call, asking for his car to be brought to the front, he took hold of my hand and led me out of the room and toward the exit. With his sunglasses on we walked out, the photographers went crazy, I could barely see from all the flashes.

The car was there, he helped me in and we drove off. "Well that should cause a few more headlines" he said taking off his sunglasses. He suddenly leaned over grabbed my chin and kissed me, I put my hand around his neck kissing him back. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I met it with mine, it was like a drink of water in the desert and I was dying of thirst. I almost forgot to breathe and we pulled apart. "Come with me, please, back to my hotel" he breathed into my ear and softly trailed kisses along my neck. How the hell could I refuse, "Yes" I sighed smiling at him. He told the driver where to go and turned back to me. The look he gave me caused my insides to squirm, it was carnal, I felt it all the way to my groin. He ran his fingers down the side of my face and neck and slowly across the top of my dress, skimming my breasts. "I love this dress, but I can't wait to get you out of it" he said his voice low and filled with desire, he leaned down again planting small kisses along my jaw. I shivered, my heart hammering in my chest, I couldn't speak I just closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. "We're here, all quiet no photographers" I grabbed my clutch and he held out his hand and helped me out of the car, up the stairs of the hotel where the doorman quickly threw open the glass doors and let us through. We headed straight to the elevators, trying to avoiding any of the other guests, he pushed the button and were in the elevator in no time. He glanced at me a shadow of a smile playing across his lips, he looked impatient as we stood in silence. It was only two floors up, a ding signaled his floor and we got out. He led me down the corridor to his room, I was struck by how big it was compared to mine. He threw his sunglasses and phone on a glass coffee table, shattering the silence. I turned to look at him and was suddenly nervous, it must have shown, because he put his hand on my cheek gently and said, "Do you want to leave?" He looked disappointed, that was the last thing I wanted. "No, no I want to be here" I said softly. He smiled that sexy smile, and without a word, took hold of my hand and led me toward the bedroom.