A Team (Rdj Story)

This Is Unexpected

Hey! I have finally updated! Sorry it took so long! There are sexual scenes in this chapter! I shall put a * at the start and beginning for those who want to skip it! Enjoy!

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Robert dragged himself into his house about a quarter to six. He had been a good boy today (in work.) Surprisingly enough, apparently he was allowed to keep his job as a reporter as well as being am actor (Of sorts.) He wasn't exactly 'known' yet considering he hasn't actually been in any films. Sherlock Holmes is starting production early next year. Which is perfect. By then he'll be married and the little one will be here.

Anyway, back to him being a good boy - meaning that he didn't pick any fights and he didn't hit any of his collegues'...sensitive parts with anything - however, the dumb asses in the office refused to let the day go smoothly, and because of that, he was mentally exhausted. Robert just shook his head and made a mental note to review their files first thing tomorrow morning.

"Hey, Robbie!" a voice came from his IPhone. Robert jumped slightly, glancing at the screen were Anna's face was. Robert only stared at her blankly for a few moments. "Robert? Hello, thicko, It's me!" she yelled over the mobile.

Robert squinted his eyes slightly and stopped in his tracks, thinking this was some sort of hallucination? It has to be...he was just tired. He read the top of the screen. Face time it read. Oh. "Hi..." he drawled off, "How did you...I didn't start a...call with you..." he mumbled.

Anna grinned sheepishly, "I know! I got a friend to hack into your phone, no big deal," she spoke a little too quickly. "Anyway!"

Robert looked around the hall before looking back to Anna, "Where's Stacey? What did you two do?" his eyes wide with fear.

Anna chuckled from the other end, "Nothing! I can't do anything, I'm in England!" she shouted.

Robert raised an eyebrow, "Like that makes any difference..." he muttered. "I'm surprised some masked guy hasn't come out from behind the couch and attacked me yet."

Anna laughed, "I'm not that bad..." she giggled. "and Mrs soon-to-be-Downey, is waiting for you in the master bedroom." she spoke in a British accent...for some odd reason that Robert doesn't care about.

Robert smiled, "Really?" a grin grew on his handsome face.

Anna grinned wickedly and winked, "Oh yeah, you better hurry."

"Well," he began as he turned towards the kitchen. "I better not keep her waiting." He ran towards the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of champagne he had gotten for his birthday. After grabbing two glasses, he dashed out of the kitchen and made a b-line for the stairs. He took them two at a time trying not to A) Drop the champagne and the glasses. B) Drop his phone. And C) Loose balance completely.

When he hit the step he didn't run...but did walk with purpose. As he neared the bedroom, he could not help the grin that was growing on his face. "Your one and only Sherlock Holmes has arrived!" he said as he entered the bedroom while holding his arms open wide, only to be greeted by an empty bed.

"Who are you talking to?" Stacey asked, still fully clothed in jeans and a sweat shirt of his while sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, on her Apple Laptop. Robert's arms dropped by his side, while the grin on his face disappeared completely.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked in disbelief. Stacey looked up from whatever was on the screen in front of her.

"What?" she asked. "What is wrong with you?" Robert sighed a little too loudly and dropped the phone,  champagne and glasses on a nearby table, placing his hands on his slim waist, "Anna told me..." he glanced at the mobile. "I fucking hate you!" he exclaimed as Anna laughed.