Hero leaves me with Markus and Luke who he threatened their jobs if they don't keep me safe. Ten minutes go by before Luke gives us the go ahead to leave the jet, where one of the beautiful flight attendants escorts us.
Rather than going through the terminal in the airport, we step off the plan onto the ground. It's very warm outside and if I wasn't hiding, I'd take the blue hooded sweater off. A small car, almost like a golf cart comes around and picks us up bringing us to the SUV that Hero mentioned. The golf cart drives pretty quickly, swerving around the runways to get out to a gate. The man driving the golf cart, walky-talky's another man who opens the gate from the tower he's in. The man tells us to get off the cart and points to the car parked just across the lawn and we walk the rest of the way.
Markus opens the back door for me of the SUV and closes it once I'm seated. Luke already in the driver's seat, is waiting for Markus to join him in the passenger seat. Once Markus is in the car, Luke begins to drive off the lawn and onto a very busy, public road. The two men talk amongst themselves while I distract myself with the scenery of LA through the tinted window. The roads are crowded, the sidewalks filled with all kinds of people. Stopped at the light I spotted a man with a jacket covered in watches trying to sell them to people who walk by. The graffiti on the buildings look more like art and have so much colour. I hear lots of car horns, drivers honking at each other and flipping each other off and I laugh at the sight of a man wearing a costumed princess dress.
The drive is long but finally Luke pulls up to a windy dirt road surrounded by trees. As we drive further down, I see the black and white gate and the mansion that is not hidden behind it. The house looks like a castle, a modern-day castle. All white with black accents and a beautiful garden, perfectly trimmed grass and four very fancy cars in front of the three-door garage. My jaw drops at the sight of this house which obviously belongs to Hero. I'm getting gitty to see the inside of it now. Mesmerized by the sight of this home, I didn't even notice Hero and DJ unloading a truck with familiar boxes, carrying all my stuff. Luke parks the car and turns off the engine. Markus is quick to his feet to open the car door for me, my eyes still stuck on the house. Hero meets me at the car as I step out and laughs at the expression I hold on my face. "This is your house?" He folds his hand over mine and says to me, "No. This is our house. Do you want to see inside?" I cannot contain the excitement I have to go inside. When we reach the front door, Hero whispers a passcode for me to enter the house and after I punch it in, the door unlocks. Like a newly wedded couple, Hero picks me up and cradles me in his arms, throwing the door open and walking me through the threshold. He puts me down and shuts the door behind us.
Hero walks me through the house where he has the necessary rooms: kitchen, laundry room, mudroom, front hall, basement, bathrooms, bedrooms and dining room. Yet, the living room is massive; the dining room could seat at least 30 people; the kitchen is my dream kitchen with a concrete island and marble countertops; the basement has a theatre room and a game room with a pool table and an air hockey table; he has 5 bedrooms on the top floor; the master bedroom being the size of his apartment in Vancouver and the master bath has a fucking jacuzzi. The theme around the home is generally black and white with a pop of colours like oranges, greens, yellows and blues. In his bedroom he has a 60-inch TV that elevates from the floor, the bed is larger than a king size and from the balcony, you can see the very large backyard that features a pool, a hot tub and a bar. I imagine watching the sunset and waking up to the sun rise from the balcony outside our room. This house is outstanding and I'm slightly excited to see his home in London, which he tells me is much smaller than this one.
Hero leaves me to explore on my own while he helps DJ bring all of my belongings into the home. I find myself in Hero's office where he has his awards from the Oscars' and the SAGAs'. There are portraits of himself from modeling, movie posters and scripts that tower on the desk. An imagine that catches my eye is a photo of Hero as a little boy with his mother; in the photo you can tell that his mother is as high as a kite but generally seems happy to be with her son. Other than the imagine in the office, there is nothing else of his mother in the home.
In the bedroom, I open two doors that reveal another room which is his closet. Hundreds of clothes and shoes from all brands and all styles fill the hangers and shelves. Most of his clothes are black, grey and white but there appears to be some colours hiding behind all the darkness. I run my fingers across some of the clothes, which are organized extremely well, and his shoes all placed perfectly, looking unworn. While I stare at his collection of Nike shoes, he frightens me with his touch from behind me. "Don't worry, I'll make room for your clothes, but I think we will have to go shopping before that." He teases me about the lack of clothing I have in comparison to him but on my behalf, I'm not famous so I can't afford nearly any of this. I turn around to face him, and he is hiding something behind his back with the hand that is free from holding me. "What's that?" I ask him, very curiously. "You and I are going out for dinner, and I had asked Mara to pick something up for you." He reveals a navy-blue dress, which reveals a lingerie type look for half of the chest and the other half covered. The slit on the dress goes pretty high and the sleeves fully covering the arms. The dress looks absolutely beautiful and I see name on the bag that holds the dress: Versace. "Hero, this is gorgeous, but I don't think I can wear this." He lays the dress down on the chair in the closet and looks at me, "Dinner tonight, and you will wear this dress because I know you will make it look good." "I don't have shoes though," and just like that Mara appears in the closet with black strappy four-inch heels.
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Temptation
FanfictionHe's the celebrity everyone knows and loves, at 22 years old he's the highest paid actor in America. A British boy who lives under the spotlight falls madly in love with a woman who cannot be seen by cameras. For months she's been hiding from her pa...
