In 2011, Sophia attended to Paris Fashion Week; there she will encounter Jared Leto, although for her, he will just be an attractive and mysterious blue-eyed man that caught her attention. But she is not the only one who is captivated by the charm o...
"Are you there?" I read his message in my state of drowsiness. I looked around to find myself in the darkness of my living room; it was practically midnight.
It had been almost a week since I had last seen Jared, and afterwards my routine had changed. The subsequent days I found myself looking online things about him. I also started listening to the music of his band, which I genuinely enjoyed.
I had checked some videos of their shows; Jared always had a lot of energy and gave off a vitality that spread to the public. I could not stop thinking about him above me — with a layer of sweat covering his attractive body — when I saw one of those videos, where he was shirtless and teasing the crowd. In my hours with him, I had deduced that tease was his thing.
Besides the online searches, in my routine now was the texting with Jared. We managed to talk a bit during the days, although not as much as I would like because of the time difference.
Looking at the message again I got up from the couch; apparently, I had fallen asleep trying to advance work for a client's house reform since I got back from the office. "Yes, what's up?" I replied as I headed to my room.
My phone buzzed again in less than a minute. "I wanted to tell you something..." This was unusual, in the messages of the last days he went straight to the point and he did not write me texts like this one. What was going on?
"What's wrong?" I responded instantly.
"Can we Skype? I don't want to tell you this in a text." As I was reading his message, I began to worry. What was he trying to say?
What if Jared was already tired of texting and didn't want to talk with me anymore? If that was the case, it would hurt me to see him while he told me, although it would be worse if he just sent me a dull message. I know this may sound stupid, but when we chatted during those days I inevitably ended up smiling like a fool. Maybe I was starting to develop feelings towards Jared.
Not to mention the bizarre things he persuaded me to do. Needless to say, he brought out my wild side. An example of that was what we did the day before and I had never done, just the thought of it made me blush.
"So, say again what are you wearing..." Jared's voice was deep on the other end of the phone.
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"Jared! I can't do this..." I whispered.
"C'mon, you're already hidden from people's eyes." That was true, I just informed him that I locked myself in the office bathroom and there was no-one around. But that didn't mean I wasn't feeling reserved since I was on my lunch break, and he craved to do something completely new for me.
"But..." I started complaining; however, when I said 'but' he interrupted me, as he used to when we were together those days.
"Shh, okay. I'll start..." Now his voice was lower. "I'm lying comfortably in bed. I just wake up and..." He paused, and I was imagining him wearing nothing just like when we were in that suite. "I'm completely naked." A little moan escaped from my lips as his words filled up my ear confirming my suspicions. "Your turn." He demanded.
