The Actor's Contract

A San Francisco boy. Famous actor and model. Renowned playboy. Damaged lover. And a heartless robot. He needs to fix his reputation. I need money for my sister's treatment. Everything about us is fake ... but sometimes the line between fake and real can get blurred. Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot. Untouchable. Emotionless. The quintessential bachelor of the silver screen. He doesn't do love. He can never say the words. Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend. But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal the things I know. Like fire on fire, he burns himself into my heart. And that's the last place I want him to be. We made an arrangement. We agreed to a contract. No sex. No love. No relationship. Can I unfold him? Can I make this real? Can I make him find his heart? But most importantly - can I make him say the words?

Zea Drew · Urban

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52 Chs

Lost sister

Date = 8 July

Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)

POV - Aria

“Just stick your finger up his nose and then kick him on his sexy ass!” I laugh. It sound sectionable, like I’ve been chicken-flipping cocaine. Mel lowers her voice, “But really bitch, talk to my stupid brother and let him open his frikin eyes.” I’m the blind one, seeing things that ain’t real. For him we were nothing more than a contract. A signature on a piece of paper. But I can’t tell her that.

“Come on Aria, hurry up.” The tiny voice, giddy with anticipation, interrupts my phone call with my best friend.

“Mel, I’ll talk to you later. Wish you were here.” And that’s a fact. I really do.

“Me too, ginger.” I end the call and keep a slow pace so the tiny turnip can keep up in her sparkling pink princess high-heels.

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