Rose Water//DiCaprio

16

Leonardo cancelled the maids, the cook, and every other worker for yet another day. They couldn't figure out why, he hadn't done this in years, but they didn't complain of course.

Since there was no cook, Samantha decided to make breakfast. She wasn't sure what to do, since Leo was a vegan, so bacon and eggs were out of the picture. After ten minutes of pondering what to make, she finally just decided to ask him what he wanted.

"Leo!" Samantha called up the stairs.

No response.

"Daddy!" She called out again, louder this time.

No response.

She ran up the stairs and began to open the bedroom door, stopping quickly when she heard breathy moans.

Profanities traveled to Samantha's ears, and she raised her eyebrows in confusion. She slowly peeked through the crack of the door, and took in a breath when she saw what was in front of her.

Leonardo, her sweet, precious Leo, was jacking off. He lay on the bed, His eyes were shut and his hand moved rapidly. Beads of crystal sweat dripped down his forehead. Groans and dirty words left his mouth, as his body twitched every other second. He struggled to hold up his other arm, which held his phone.

Samantha didn't know what was on his phone, but she guessed it was porn.

Leo let out a loud grunt, his hips bucking before his entire body went limp and he dropped his phone onto the floor. Samantha almost choked when she saw the photo on the screen of the phone, the photo of what her celebrity lover had been masturbating to. She ran back down the stairs, grabbing a bottle of cold water and taking a sip, almost unable to wrap her mind around what she had just seen.

The 44 year old man had been jacking off to the 19 year old girl in which he was slowly falling in love with.

*

"12 hours left." Leo groaned, clearly becoming restless.

It was around 12:30 A.M and the two were on the sofa in the bedroom, a fair distance spread between them.

"Leo, you know what's crazy?"

"What, princess?"

"How inseparable we are, considering we just recently met."

Leo chuckled and nodded, his eyes glued to the TV screen. "It is crazy, huh?"

Samantha nodded and sighed. "What are we, Leo?" She asked, picking at a loose thread on the sofa.

"What do you want to be?" The man countered back, his expression turning serious. He and Sam's eyes met for a short moment before they both quickly looked away.

"I'm 19."

"And I'm 44...why are we stating our ages?"

Sam leaned back onto the arm of the sofa and sighed. "I mean, won't people judge the whole age gap thing?"

Leo titled back and let a hearty laugh escape from his throat, giving Sam goosebumps as the lovely sound poured out of him. "Who gives one shit about the people who judge. Something I've learned, babygirl, is the world will judge you, no matter what the hell you do...there will always be someone you're not good enough for."

"Yeah..."

"So should I ask?" Leo said awkwardly. Sam chuckled softly and nodded.

"Though I've only known you for 3 days...technically 10 if you count that day at the donut shop...will you do the honor of bing my girlfriend? Fuck the press, fuck the haters, the only thing you need to focus on is fucking me...Okay, that last part sounded a lot better in my head, just ignore it..but anyways...So, what do you say?..."

"Nah."

"Wait what the fu--"

"I'm kidding, baby. Of course I will."

Leo lunged over and pulled Samantha into his arms, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. However, Sam didn't hug back, leading Leo to quickly pull away.

"Did I do something?" He asked worriedly.

Sam smiled shyly, pride radiating through her smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You touched me first."

"Fuck it! I'm gonna touch you again, because you're my girlfriend!" Leo boomed with a laugh, beginning to tickle Samantha everywhere.

"You're my girlfriend, I'm going to tell everyone because you're so beautiful and you're mine!" Leo sing-songed, tickling Samantha even more. She squealed, kicked and giggled as her lover gave her a child-like pleasure, the pleasure of unsexual joy, in the form of his fingers brushing against the tiny hairs on her soft and milky skin, leading to a fit of laughter.

Their story seemed so lovely, so pure. 'Young nymphette gets the guy she has craved since her adolescent youth'... it sounded like the line from a perfectly twisted 1990's love story.

Sadly enough, Leonardo and Samantha's story wasn't lovely at all, let alone anywhere close to perfect...as a matter of fact, it was perfectly imperfect.

And this night; this night in which the rich man asked the young one to be his girl...this is the night where everything began. This is the night when Leonardo DiCaprio began to slowly spiral out of control, which would one day bring his downfall...all because of the pretty girl in the knee high sicks with the pastel wardrobe.

All because of Samantha.