Thursday, September 21, 2006

CHAPTER NINETEEN - GETTING TO KNOW YOU; GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU


Morocco

Hotel La Mamounia
May 14, 2005



Cate Blanchett’s 36th birthday party…



“You look absolutely breath taking.” Brad’s eyes traveled the length of Angelina’s body, covered in a beaten cream satin halter dress. His eyes lit upon the large tiger tattoo that graced her lower back. Memories of a late afternoon spent paying homage to that tiger, filtered through his mind. Shaking the thoughts clear he continued on. “I'm happy you’re here and Cate will be happy you were able to come.”

“Well, I’m happy came, but I don’t know how much of it has to do with the party.” Angelina smiled, wiggling her eyebrows as her eyes targeted Brad’s crouch.

“I think you want me for my body.” Brad whispered into her ear.

“And you want me for my mind?” she countered, laughing as his tongue flicked the inner soft shell of her ear. “If you don’t stop we’re going to become the adult entertainment for everyone here tonight.”

Chuckling softly as his eyes focused on a large gilded settee, it reminded him of the furniture in his own suite. Suddenly the last place he wanted to be was at a birthday party surrounded by people he both knew and didn’t know. Spotting Cate he took Angelina's hand and led her over to Cate’s group. “There’s the birthday girl now.”

Hearing the sudden whispers of those around her, Cate turned, catching a glimpse of the reason, Brad and Angelina. She was stunned at the sheer magnificence that was Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. They were absolutely stunning together. Cate couldn’t believe that the elegant creature on Brad's arm was the same wild child that she’d worked with just a few years ago. “Amazing…” she whispered, not realizing her voice had carried to her companions.

“What?” Alejandro Inarritu asked. When Cate didn’t immediately reply, Alejandro’s gaze followed Cate’s. He felt a sudden jolt of excitement as Brad and Angelina moved in the direction of the group. His smile widened. The one woman he’d dreamed of working with, was right her in front of him. He’d had many conversations with his good friend Michael Cristofer who’d extolled the brilliance of Angelina in both ‘Gia’ and ‘Original Sin’ and after seeing Angelina's performance in both movies, Alejandro’s desire to have Angelina on his set had deepened tenfold.

Cate blinked. “Nothing, I was just thinking out loud.” She moved forward holding her arms out. “Brad…Angelina! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Brad hugged Cate. “Of course we made it! Happy birthday darlin’!” Pulling away from Cate, Brad shook Alejandro’s hand before turning to introduce him Angelina. “Alejandro this is my good friend Angelina Jolie. Angelina this is our famous or is it infamous director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, two of the greatest costars in the business, Gael Garcia Bernal and of course you and Cate already know each other.”

Angelina smiled, greeting everyone. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” She turned to Cate. “It’s good to see you again. How have you been?”

Cate reach over and offered Angelina a quick hug and a peck on each cheek. “I’m fine, things have been going well…it’s been a long time, how are you Angelina?”

“Yes it has been a long time. I’m fine…life’s been good.” Angelina smiled secretly at Brad before offering more. “Happy birthday.” She watched and waited, sensing Cate’s curiosity.

“Thank you. Brad told me he’d asked you and I’m glad you accepted. It gives us a chance to catch up on old times.” Cate answered her meaning clear to Angelina. She wanted to talk about Brad.

Alejandro interrupted, offering Angelina his hand. “Ms. Jolie, may I say that it is an honor to meet you. I am most definitely an enamored fan.” His accent made the compliment even more dynamic.

“Thank you, I’m quite honored myself. I have been following your work and found it amazing. Brad has explained the premise of ‘Babel’ to me and after seeing ‘Amores Perros’ and ‘21 Grams’ I can’t wait to see it.”

Alejandro stared at the vision in front of him silently.

Brad laughed. “I do believe you have rendered our Commander and Chief speechless.”

Cate nodded in agreement. “Why Bradley, I do believe you are correct.”

Clearing his throat, Alejandro found his voice. “Ohhhh…you two are real funny.” Turning his attention on Angelina once again, he waved Brad and Cate’s teasing away. “Pay them no mind; they act like children when they’re together. Michael Cristofer speaks highly of you and after following your work, I see why. Maybe you will consider working with me on a project I’m creating?”

Pointing in Brad’s direction, Angelina laughed. “I know what you mean. This one likes to joke around…a bit goofy if you ask me.” Sobering up a bit, Angelina changed the subject. “I haven’t seen Michael in years. How is he?”

Alejandro answered eagerly. “He’s fine…just fine.”

Angelina picked up were she left off. “I would love to work with you. Just let me know when and we can get together and talk about it. But you have to tell me all the most embarrassing moments on the ‘Babel’ set.” She laughed her amusement was contagious as the group began to discuss bloopers and blunders on the set. Brad and Angelina’s ease and comfort around each other and their mutual interests, did not go unnoticed. Brad rarely left Angelina’s side and when he did, she moved through the crowd smoothly, engaging other party goers in conversation. She held her own and Brad could not have been prouder.



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Cate walked up behind Angelina, as she stood watching Brad in an animated discussion with Gael and Alejandro. “Angelina?”

“Cate…hi.” She gestured around the large room, full of colorfully dressed friends and working associates. “This is a wonderful party.”

“Thank you.” Cate paused, choosing her word carefully. “I was surprised when Brad told me that he’d asked you. I usually don’t put store in rumors as I have been at the brunt of a few in my time. But I did find this on going one about you and Brad intriguing.” Holding up her hand she stopped Angelina from speaking. “I never believed that you and he slept together while he was married. I know Brad…and I know you. I didn’t want you to think that I was judging you in any way. I’ve always respected you and I have a great deal of respect for Bradley. Whatever else happens, I’m happy for both of you. Brad has been so happy since we’ve been filming and I can only lie that at your feet.”

Shaking her head Angelina spoke softly. “I don’t know about that…”

“I do. You should see his face when he talks about you.” Cate interrupted. “ he has nothing but good things to say about you and that’s great, but its his expression…like he’s in heaven that proves it.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Angelina was at a lost for words. She never really expected Cate of all people to come forward and speak so openly. They had become friends…not close but friends none the less, while working on ‘Pushing Tin’. Cate had even helped Angelina work through her feelings for Billy, the older woman imparting her experience on the younger one.

“Nothing…say nothing. I wish you all the luck in the world, because if Brad makes you a tenth as happy as you make him, then you two are definitely the luckiest couple I know.” Cate offered Angelina open arms.

Smiling Angelina accepted the hug and returned it openly. “Thank you Cate.”

“There are my two girls!” Brad joined the two women. “I’ve been searching the crowd for you.”

Cate’s laugh filled the air. “Just follow the stares. I don’t think any man here has been able to take his eyes from Angelina since she walked in the room wearing this fabulous dress.” Turning to Angelina, “You’re working that dress darling.”

Brad agreed, “Yes she is. I guess I can take the stares as long as the looking doesn’t turn into touching.”

“Well thank you both for the compliment. As far as the touching goes, no pole…no dancing, no dollars, no touching!” She laughed.

“She does have talent.” Brad licked his bottom lick in memory. He’d been hitting the snooze button on his internal alarm clock for the last half an hour. They’d been at the [arty for almost two hours and as much as he loved Cate, he had no desire to turn two hours into three.

As if her own internal clock was in synch with his, Angelina sobered quickly. “Well I really hate to bow out, but I after flying in just this afternoon…I am completely exhausted. I hope you don’t mind Cate, but I’m going to have to say goodnight. Thank you again for for inviting me and again Happy Birthday.”

Cate who knew passion when she saw it and she was well acquainted with lust had a feeling, that both had shown up to her party. She would have laid odds down that Brad and Angie wouldn’t have lasted this long at the party. “I completely understand. I’m happy that you could make it…” Glancing down at the small box and card Brad placed into her hands. “What’s this?”

Brad leaned down to kiss Cate gently on the forehead. “It’s just a gift we picked up for you. Happy Birthday sweetheart.”

“Oh you…you both didn’t have to do this. I didn’t expect anyone to bring anything.”

Holding his hands up, Brad stopped her words. “I know but we wanted to give you something special.”

Cate unwrapped the small gift. “Oh…you two really shouldn’t ha…” Cate’s voice was caught in an intake of breath as her eyes lit upon the white gold charm bracelet with a heart-shaped locket attached. Opening the locket she saw a picture of her boys riding an elephant on one of their trips to the wild life park. She’d taken pictures but her camera’s batteries had died before she could capture the shot of Dashiell and Roman riding the elephant. She hadn’t realized that Brad had actually taken the picture and she was overcome with emotion. “Oh my god! I don’t…when did you…how did you…” She couldn’t find the words.

Brad wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. “You were so heartbroken when your batteries died. I wanted to make sure that you got the picture. Angie picked out the locket.”

Looking up at Angelina with tears in her eyes, she could barely speak. “Thank you Angelina…thank you so much. I remember this locket, it was on chain when we saw it Canada, you remembered.”

Angelina pressed a kiss to each of Cate’s cheeks. “You’re welcome and yes I remembered it.” She watched Brad help Cate put the bracelet on, telling Brad the story behind the locket, “We were filming a scene near this small…out of the way cul-de-sac that housed a row of boutiques. One sold hand crafted gold and silver jewelry. I went crazy over this ankle dagger and she went ga-ga over a locket just like that one.”

Brad watched Angelina committing yet another fact about her to memory. He had no idea what she’d planned to do with the photo he’d showed her on their dinner date. He was trying to figure out what to get Cate for her birthday and Angelina offered to help. He’d given her a copy of the photo no questions asked. Now seeing the absolute joy on Cate’s face, he was happy and grateful he had. “Well I’m glad you remembered.”

“So am I. Now you two better get out while you can.” She whispered, trying not to draw anymore attention then was already pointed in their direction. “How about brunch tomorrow…say eleven?”

Brad’s eyes found Angelina’s in a silent inquiry before answering. “We’d love too. See you then.” The three said their good-byes. Cate rejoined her party and Brad and Angelina left for their suite.


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Angelina Jolie finds her true love. But his heart is taken from another. Remembering the days when our love began thinking of a million ways to escape and be with you but reality wasn't just you and it was long drawn out days and lonely nights dreamin' about u. I keep dreamin' about u and keep dreamin about when u will say "Let me take u to another place were nothing ever seems to matter it's just u and me. We can take flight like thieves in the night "Stolen Moments" with u.

From: PreggyJolie

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Morocco
Hotel Le Berber Palace
May 15, 2005


The Wager…


They sat in the shadowed room, Angelina sitting between Brad’s legs her naked back pressed against Brad’s chest. The afternoon breeze played lightly over the sheer curtains before moving over them and through the living room, the exotic scents mingling with the scent of the golden orchids that Brad had delivered to the room. Brad played languidly with Angelina’s long delicate fingers. Cate had called to cancel their brunch; Roman her youngest son had suffered a burn and she’d decided to return to England that morning. Though he was worried about Roman and had left Angelina sleeping to accompany Cate and the boys to the airport, he was happy to have the more time with Angelina.

Brad rubbed his chin against the soft skin at Angelina’s temple. “Tell me about a baby named ‘Angelina’.”

Angelina moved into his caress. “Well first, I didn’t cry…not even whimpered when the doctor smacked me. They rubbed me…my mother says she even pinched me and I refused to cry. She says she thinks that I did it out of stubbornness.”

Brad’s laughter joined hers. “I can see that. You are a bit of mule sometimes…Ouch! Hey!”

Mouth open in disbelief, Angelina jabbed her elbow into Brad’s naked thigh. “You have some nerve!”

“Hey I’m just agreeing with your wonderful mother. Take it up with her!” Rubbing his thigh, he made a face. “And you are stubborn. Do we need to call Doug? Cause you know by the end of filming he was about as sick of you as you were of him.”

“OH MY GOD!!! You are just too funny! Doug loves me or at least he loves my tits and lips.” Angie stuck her tongue out, settled back again and continued. “Anyway…I was six pounds, eight ounces of lips. My eyes were interesting. They weren’t one true color…they had like…four different colors in them. The nurses didn’t know what color to fill in on my birth certificate.” She ran her hand up and down his shin, enjoying the feel of the fine blond hair that lightly covered it. He wasn’t very hairy and she definitely appreciated that fact. “My mother says that I was a quick baby. I liked to be in the thick of things…her words not mine. She says that I did everything pretty early. I sat up early, walked before I was a year old and started talking early. We should have known then that I wasn’t going to be your average kid…” Brad’s grunt interrupted. Angelina rolled her eyes sideways. “Don’t start!”

“I didn’t say anything. My thigh hurts, I can’t concentrate.” He pulled a pout making his lush lower lip even more enticing. “It needs attention.”

Angelina rose to her knees, turning around so that she faced Brad. Staring directly into his eyes, she bent her head down his injured thigh and caressed the warm flesh with her tongue; drawing moist circles over the area, before blessing the same area with soft kisses. Eyes still on Brad she kissed her way from his thigh to his groin and up his stomach, abs and chest before landing on his lips. Straddling Brad she wrapped her long legs around his waist and faced him. “Feel better now?”

“Ahhh…well I feel something.” They both glanced down at his aroused flesh, standing at attention between their snug bodies.

Amused at his apparent needs, she continued. “Awww poor baby. Well little Bradley is going to have to be patient.” Folding her hands on his chest, she smiled. “So…tell me what were you like as a baby?” Angelina asked, she glanced up at Brad’s face.

Brad laughed at her game; his eyes warned her that a reckoning was coming. “Well, I was the precious first born, golden child…” At Angelina’s groan Brad feigned indignation. “Hey…hey you asked. It’s not my fault I was Bill and Jane’s golden child. Anyway I was the first born and a bit spoiled…you know…first grandchild and all. I think I was kind of cute, though my head was a bit big…glad I grew into it and my ears were real small but I was still cute.”

“Really? Glad to see that modesty hang up of yours isn’t getting in the way.” Angelina muttered, laughter lacing her voice.

“Modesty Anonymous…now shhh…I’m telling this story. Let’s see, where was I?” His deep voice lulled her into a relaxed state.

“Big head…small ears…bit spoiled.” Angelina offered on a giggle.

“My gran…shhh. My grandmother spoiled me rotten, but she laid down the law when necessary. So I wasn’t allowed to get too out of hand. I was a happy baby and grew into pretty happy little boy.”

“Hmmm…sounds like you were loved.” Angelina murmured. “Loved, but a pretty routine life.”

“Are you kidding me? Growing up my life was anything but boring.” Brad adjusted their position so that he had greater access to Angelina's bare neck. “When I was five my, Grandpa Pitt taught me how to play poker with the best of them. I used to take my buddies for their Sunday school offerings…yeah that didn’t go over to hot with the folks, but Grandpa Pitt got a kick out of it.” Leaning down her kissed her pulse gently, lapping at the soft skin.

“Mmmmm…poker huh?” Angelina was having a small problem keeping her mind on the conversation, raising her right arm; she combed her hands through Brad's soft, thick hair. “Do you still play?”

“Oh yeah, poker is definitely my game.” Brad bragged happily. Moving his head so that she could run her hands deeper through his hair. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had simply soothed him this way.

“You still any good?” Angelina asked.

“Why? You know how to play?” Brad’s curiosity was peaked. There was nothing sexier than a beautiful, sexy woman who could beat you in pool as well as poker.

“I’ve played a time or two in my time.” Angelina glanced up from the corner of her eyes, smiling sweetly.

A more coquettish look, Brad had never seen. Lord she had beautiful eyes and those lips. “Yeah?” At her nod he continued. “So do I smell the makings of a game?”

Angelina moved out of his embrace, still facing him. “Wager…no wager?”

“Wager. Let me find some cards. I think there are some in one of these desk drawers.” Opening each drawer searching for a pack of cards, “Aha! Here’s a new pack.” Brad pulled the pack out and tossed it on the suite’s dinning room table. Moving quickly into the bedroom, he returned a moment later with two sarongs blue and black for him and gold and melon for her. He’d bought three more sarongs since her last visit; all for her. Wrapping his around his waist, he helped Angelina into hers. “Ready?”

“Oh yes, Mr. Pitt. Let’s play.” Angelina seated herself across from Brad. “What should we wager?”

“I’m easy…do you have any suggestions?” he asked softly.

“Charities?”

“Okay. How much?”

“Hmmm…how about twenty-five thousand to any charity of the winner’s choosing.” She smiled.

“You’re on.” Handing her the new deck Brad smiled with confidence. “One hand…you deal.”

Taking the deck, Angelina shuffled with an ease born of experience, the cards a blur of color in her quick proficient hands. Finishing, she handed the deck back to Brad offering him the right to shuffle.

Brad took the cards, sliding them to the tips of his fingers before fanning them out in a ruffled glossy array. Flipping them over with his fingertips, he racked them together with his other hand, cut the deck in two and slid the cards back across the table toward Angelina.

Angelina dealt them each five cards and set the deck between them.

Brad glanced briefly at his card and sat them face down on the table, holding his hand up. “No cards for me,” he spoke softly, no expression on his face. “Bet’s on the table, twenty-five thousand.

Glancing down at her cards, “I’m good.” She watched him closely. Was he bluffing? “I’ll see the twenty-five thousand and raise the stakes. Fifty thousand.” Angelina felt confident she’d win this hand and the wager.

“Fine but lets make the stakes more enticing, shall we?” Brad sat back in his chair and stared at Angelina, taking in her lush and exotic beauty. He watched her teeth toy with that impossibly full bottom lip. His eyes moved down to capture her full breast; pressed against the soft cotton of the sarong she wore. “The fifty thousand is still on the table, but let’s couple it with ‘Winner’s Desire’. If I win, you’re mine anyway, anywhere and anytime I want you. You can’t say no to any position or any request...no rules. If you win, the same applies.”

The thought of four days spent in uninhibited sexual excess caused her blood to race. “Agreed, I call…full house” She flipped her cards over, showing him three jacks and two aces.

“I have two pair.” Brad announced. Angelina’s crow of excitement interrupted his words.

“Oh baby! I win!” She reached out for the deck. Brad's hand stopped hers.

“Un un…” He flipped his cards over to show four kings. “Two matching pair. I win. ”Brad watched her intently, waiting for her response. She was a great looser, her answer a beautiful, crafty smile. “My desires.” He whispered. “Undress,”

Staring him directly in the eyes and bowing her head slightly, she responded softly. “Your desires.” Standing, she loosened her sarong and allowed it to fall to the floor.

“Come here sweetheart.” He waved her in his direction, removing his own sarong as she walked toward him. “Do you want to ride?”

She moved forward barefoot and naked. Her body bathed in the afternoon light. Her gaze caught by his huge arousal. “Yes.”

Brad steadied Angelina as she climbed onto his lap, sliding his hands around her waist after she straddled his legs, lifting her, helping her guide the cresting head of his erection to her slick, heated entrance. As she settled down on him, he felt the exquisite pressure, her passage too tight despite her moist arousal. “You’re very tight.” He murmured, adjusting his upward movement.

“God I don’t know how I survive without you…without this.” She sighed, her hips gently rotating drawing him in more deeply.

He eased up slowly, careful not to hurt her. “Careful now, we don’t want to cause any damage.” He cautioned, holding her immobile for a moment, letting her catch her breath, caressing her hips in a soothing rhythm, as if calming her fevered body. “More?”

“Yes, please.” She spoke, her voice breathy in anticipation as he invaded her another small distance.

He pushed upward into her yielding flesh until she whimpered, her sounds of ecstasy breaking the exotic silence of the room. When she’d calmed a fraction he gave her another demand. “I want you to do something for me. Hold your breasts up, I want to taste them.” He knew how much she liked having her nipples sucked…almost as much as he liked suckling them. He knew that he could make her come just by suckling and he intended to.

Angelina knew what he was thinking, what he intended to do, and her passage throbbed in an answering rhythm. Cupping a breast in each hand she offered their bounty up to him, like a virginal sacrifice.

“Give me the right one first,” Brad requested. “Lift it higher.” He ordered quietly. “Use both hands and no noise. If you make a sound, I’ll be forced to stop. You don’t want that now do you?”

“No.” She took the breast into both hands and raised it to where his mouth waited. When his lips closed over the nipple, she felt the tingling…almost numbing pressure in her toes and spine. She felt the almost painful tension deep inside were Brad’s erection stretched her wide. With every tug at her breast, she was forced to clamp down on the hysterical screams rose in her throat.

“Very good. ” Brad murmured, lifting his mouth from her nipple to praise her constraint. “You didn’t wake the neighbors.” He languidly licked the tip of her nipple before he drew the plump pink offering back into his mouth with a strong, hard pressure.

She could feel herself open as he sucked on her, the stirring quiver and quake of her breast as he nursed on her, palpable in her cupped hands; she could feel his arousal sink deeper as if he knew how to operate the code for the secret door.

A master at gauging minute degrees of arousal, Brad lifted his mouth at last when she was hovering on the brink of orgasm, almost beyond reason and cold air on her wet nipple brought her to a shuddering awareness.

“Now the other one,” he ordered, demanding to be obeyed. The sheer force of his voice drawing her as if she had no control over her body, as if he possessed her, owned her, mind and soul. “You’ve been so quiet you deserve a reward.”

His deep voice stirring mental images in her mind of her reward, Angelina could hardly wait.

“Bring it closer.” He rested his head against the back of the chair and waited for her to lean forward to offer him the breast that always brought her to climax. As if he read her mind, he spoke. “Are you ready to come?” his breath was warm on her nipple.

She didn’t answer, her mind so inflamed she had difficulty concentrating on his voice.

“You didn’t answer me.” He ran his tongue over the turgid crest.

“Yes.” She said, trembling with the effort it took to gather her thoughts, her body trembling.

“You can’t scream Angel.” He cautioned; his voice stern. He opened his mouth slowly, so that she could feel the slippery passage of her nipple over his lips. He paused then, licking the hard peak, nibbling on it, and then soothing it with his tongue before teasing once again. And when he closed his mouth and bit down, the first shuddering spasm began spiraling, coiling deep inside her.

He knew that there was nothing she could do to stop the flow and he drove deep inside her in a hard steady rhythm, intent on meeting her climax, on joining her fevered journey to paradise. Seconds later when he sucked hard and ravenously like a man starved for sustenance, her climax exploded as he knew it would and he released himself into her sweet welcoming body, filling her with rivers of sperm, invading her so deeply, she screamed at the reeling pleasure. Holding her hips between his large hands, he pressed down with such savage intensity she peaked for agonizing moments on the rapturous crest.

She clung to him as the convulsive violence surged through her body, her orgasm intense, so prolonged that she simply collapsed insensibly in his arms.

He held her sudden weight for a moment, then lifted her free and settled her in his lap, his own breathing still labored, his heart drumming, a smile of triumph gracing his handsome face. Brushing the thick dark strands from her face as she lay in his arms. He gazed at her beautiful face. Her beauty could make a man weep; it wasn’t a soft beauty nor was it an accepted beauty. Women were threatened by it and men feared it. None of that mattered. What mattered was that she now belonged to him and for three and a half more days, she would do whatever he asked. Standing slowly he carried her over to the sofa, where he gently placed her near inert body. When she began to move, he joined her. “Shhh…rest.” Using the throw from the sofa he covered them both, adjusting her head comfortably against his chest, he settled down for an early nap. He warned her before drifting off. “Winner’s Desire”.

Angelina whispered sleepily. “Winner’s Desire.”

Brad smiled above her head. “I want you tied, blind folded and face down.”

“Face down…” she knew what he wanted, he shown her on her last visit to Morocco. Only this time she knew he wouldn’t be using his finger.

“Face down.” He placed a kiss on her temple. “Winner’s Desire.”

Copyright © 2006 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - 3 BABIES, 2 BABES AND A BIRTHDAY PARTY



Morocco
Le Berber Palace
May 13, 2005

Poolside...


Cate watched Brad splash around in a game of Marco Polo with her three year old Dashiell. Though it was a very primary version, the toddler didn’t care, he was in heaven. He had ‘Uncle’ Brad all to himself and ‘Uncle’ Brad was his and his little brother roman’s best buddy after all. Cate was amazed at how naturally Brad took to the boys. She’d seen the pictures of Brad and Maddox on the beach in Kenya. He was a natural at interacting with children and didn’t just enjoy it he loved it. He would make a wonderful father.

She watched him carry Dashiell out of the pool. Grabbing a dry towel, she reached for her son. “Did you have fun sweetie?”

“Un huh! Uncle Brad couldn’t find me. I won!” Dashiell crowed, lunging into his mother’s towel laden arms. “Did you see me?”

Dashiell’s happiness was contagious. I did! I saw you win! You’re very good at ‘Marco Polo’.” Cate laughed, nodding at his excited explanation of how he won. She rubbed him briskly; drying him with the large, thick white towel. Kissing his forehead she sat him down and began drying his hair. “Are you ready for a snack?”

Brad watched Cate as she cared for her son. The movements were the same. The surrounding s similar. The love familiar. The only difference…Cate wasn’t Angelina and Dashiell wasn’t Maddox. He listened as Cate offered Dahiell his choice of snacks.

“Can I have peaches?” The toddler asked. His excitement switching easily from pool games to cold, sweet fruit.

“Yes my love, you sure can.” She answered, motioning to her nanny. “Madeline is going to take you in for your snack. Okay?”

“Okay!” Leaning out of his nanny’s arms, he reached over and cupped his mother’s face, giving her a kiss. “By Brad!” He yelled as Madeline carried him away.

“Bye buddy!” Brad waved at the little boy, a whimsical smile crossing his lips.”

At the door he squirmed down out of Madeline’s arms and ran back to Brad who stooped down so that he and the three year old were eye to eye. Without uttering a word, little Dashiell threw his arms around Brad’s neck and gave him a big hug. Pulling back he whispered. “Don’t forget the story. Okay?”

Brad wrapped his arms around the little boy. “I wouldn’t dare forget.” Dashiell was such a sweet little boy, his brother Roman just as sweet. The hug over, little Dashiell ran back to his nanny, who carried him into the hotel.

Brad stood, smile still in place and returned his attention to Cate. “You’re a lucky woman Cate. Dashiell and Roman are beautiful…amazing boys.”

“And you’re going to spoil them rotten; with the games, the outings, the toys, the books, the bedtime stories and the treats. What am I going to do with you? They won’t want to go home. Bradley, you spend more time with the boys than you do with the adults here.” Cate handed Brad a chilled Mango Spritzer. Watching him drink, she admired his physique. There was definitely not another pair of abs in Hollywood that were as perfectly sculpted. He was as close to a "walking God" as any mere mortal could be. With his blonde hair, pure blue eyes, gorgeous smile and flawless body, he could make women bow at his feet. But it wasn’t in his nature and that was what made women fall in love with him, he was just simply put, "a nice guy" who was extremely down to earth.

“They deserved to be spoiled. They’re babies; life needs to remain as uncomplicated, innocent and inspiring as possible fir them.” Brad absolutely loved Cate's natural British accent and it amazed him daily how flawless her American accent was. He’d wanted to do a movie with her for so long and now here they were. He’d actually chosen her as a replacement for Nicole when she’d bowed out of 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' but he was now happy Angelina had taken the role. If she hadn’t then his life would still be in an unhappy state of limbo. “Besides I like spoiling kids.”

“I know.” Cate decided to broach the subject that most on set wouldn’t. “I bet you spoiled Maddox just as much. I can’t imagine what Angelina does, when you do.” She watched and waited for his reply.

Brad replied with an ease that astounded even him. “She nags me just like you. Giving all the reasons why spoiling is bad. I swear; do you mothers go to some kind of night school to learn these things?” Brad and Cate had bonded almost instant, she reminded him of a kid sister. “Maddox is such a sweetheart. She’s done a hell of job with him.

“You know, you never really talk about them…her.” Leaning across the table toward him, she looked him straight in the eyes. “You’re very secretive about her.”

Brad smiled, turning his gaze toward the near deserted pool. He kept his gaze on the few swimmers playing around in the water. “Not secretive, just very private. I don’t talk about her because there’s not much to discuss. We’re still trying to work things out. Before I tell anyone what’s going on…I need to know what’s going on first.” Brad looked down at his hands. “She’s amazing. You worked with her.”

“She’s definitely that.” Cate knew exactly what he meant. While working on ‘Pushing Tin’ cat had been given an up close and personal view of the unbelievable spark that was Angelina Jolie…or Angie as they’d called her on set. Cate had been completely taken aback by Angelina’s sensual beauty. Beauty aside what Cate had found truly surprising was Angelina’s mesmerizing acting ability. Everyone had been drawn to her; even Cate had found herself falling under the young beauty’s spell. When off set people wanted to be around her, men wanted to be with her and women wanted her. There was just something palpable about Angelina. When on set, no one could take their eyes from her.

There was no question, that she deserved her Oscar and Cate completely expected Angelina to receive a few more before she retired from acting. Cate remembered Billy’s fascination with Angelina and getting to know the girl, she understood his desire for the girl…a girl twenty-two years his junior. She’d warned him against pursuing Angelina but as usual Billy didn’t listen; instead he did things his own way. No surprise he’d married the girl two years later. Cate could have told him how that would have ended. She didn’t want to see Brad end that way. “Are you sure Bradley?”

“At first I wasn’t no, but now I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Brad reached across the table and grasped Cate's hand. “There’s something about her. She’s…she’s powerful.”

“You didn’t…?” Cate couldn’t accusatory question. Deep down, she knew that Brad could never break his vows. But still…he was a man and Angelina…well she was Angelina and there was only one like her on the planet.

Releasing Cate's hand and shaking his head in denial, Brad sat back, his expression one of disbelief. “No…come on Cate! You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know. I just…it’s just that while I know you, I also know Angie and she’s a wild one.” Cate added. She watched Brad’s face for some sign that he was really listening to her as much as he was her words. “She’s hard to walk away from.”

“Yes she’s hard to walk away from, but she never acted inappropriately towards me, while we were working together.” Shaking his head Brad tried to make her understand. “She wouldn’t give me the time of day until the divorce was filed. Cate, Jen and I were having problems long before Angelina came into the picture. I wish people would stop assuming that Angelina is to blame for the divorce. No matter what we say, Jennifer, Angelina and I, the public chooses to believe otherwise.”

Cate paused as a waiter sat fresh drinks along with a fruit and cheese platter on the table. “Bradley, you know how stressful this life of ours can be. Eighty-five percent of it is lived under public scrutiny and the other fifteen percent is spent trying to make our relationships work. What does it matter what people think. You know the truth.” Pausing as she grabbed a slice of sharp cheddar and an apple wedge. “Besides, I hardly think that the Angelina I met cares one wit about public speculation. If I remember correctly, she was quite a wild child.”

Chewing his own selection of fruit and cheese, a fanciful smile crossing his lips, Brad spoke, his voice full of wonder. “No…she’s not that same girl. She’s completely different. How do I describe her…she’s a man’s woman.” Brad realized what he’d just said. “No Offense!”

Though the smile was fleeting, Cate saw it and knew that Brad was falling hard. She wanted to know more…how deep was he? Holding her hands up in understanding, she went on. “None taken, but I will need you to tell me what you mean by ‘a man’s woman.’ Hmmm?”

Throwing his head back slightly, Brad let out a soft dulcet chuckle, splaying his hands out across the table he tried to summon the words that would describe his Angel. “How do I explain it? Angelina is…everything. She’s like the perfect companion. She’s that girl that likes to play pool, go shooting at the range, motorcycle riding; she plays a wicked game of poker and can drink me under the table…though she usually sticks to her wine. I’ve gotten her to take me and the crew on. She put us all under the table and managed to walk out of the bar in what?” He used his two index fingers to measure out three inches. “Three inch heels without so much as a stumble.”

His eyes turned downward in reminiscence, rubbing his bottom lip with a soothing finger. “One minute she’s one of the boys and the next she’s an earth mother. No matter what she’s doing, Maddox is her priority. You said that she didn’t care about public speculation. When it comes herself…no she doesn’t, but when it may affect Maddox she cares. I’ve seen her walk of set in the middle of a scene because he needed her; no emergency…he just needed her. She reminds me of those extraordinary mothers, that need there children as much as their children need them. You, my mother, my sister, Julia, Catherine…you’re all so dedicated to your children, but you manage to maintain your identity. Angelina is that woman…that mother. She offers so much.”

Nodding in understanding, Cate offered her thoughts. “So she’s two perfect halves?”

“No, it’s more like fifths.” He held up a hand and ticked off each finger. “She’s one of the boys, an unbelievable earth mother, a selfless humanitarian, A bit of a Diva, and a magnificent lover. She’s got it all and it’s all wrapped up in a very beautiful body.” Brad felt at ease discussing his feelings about Angelina with Cate. He wasn’t sure how many others he could say that about.

“Diva? Angelina?” Cate couldn’t reconcile the image of Angelina as a diva.

“Oh yeah! Angelina is well aware that she’s at the top of her game. She’s not even thirty yet and she already has three Golden Globes and an Oscar. How many actors can say that? She has an amazing body and a very beautiful face and she knows it. She sees it as a commodity. She has a sharp wit and an amazing intelligence. You’re almost captivated by her beauty and then she opens those famous lips and you realize that this woman is quite intelligent.” Shaking his head, Brad glanced at the crystal blue water of the pool again. “She’s just amazing and I want her…all of her”

Cate couldn’t help but wonder at his description of Angelina. How much of it was simply the result of lascivious desires and thoughts opposed to reality? But it had been six years since Cate had last spoken to Angelina. Things do change. “So? Have you invited her down?”

Brad rubbed his hands over his chest. “As a matter of fact I invited her down for your party.” He flashed Cate his winning Colgate smile. “If that’s okay with you?”

“I couldn’t think of a better time. She and I can become reacquainted.” Cate didn’t bother to bring up the fact that a very quiet rumor had surface, regarding Brad, Angelina, a dinner and an overnight stay in his suite. When he was ready, he’d mention it or not.

“Good, she yes.” Brad laughed.



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Sierra Leone / Fulmer County
May 13, 2005





“Mommy guess what?” The excited voice of her small son Maddox wrapped its way snuggly around her heart.

Oh how she missed her sweet little boy. She was so lonely. “What baby?” Fighting back tears, she rolled her eyes heavenward. She missed his warm little body snuggled up against hers at night. She missed falling asleep on the couch, to the sound of Mad’s soft breathing as the child lay in semi-comatose on her chest. He’d been falling asleep like that since the day they’d become a family. Simply put, she missed her little boy…her baby.

“Mommy are you listening?” Maddox almost yelled into the phone. “Mommy!”

Angelina’s mind snapped back into the here and now. “Yeah baby, mommy’s sorry. What happened?”

“Melon had baby kittens!” The toddler squealed into the phone.

baby kittens! She missed him so much. “She did?”

“Uh huh! And she had five babies!” Maddox went on, continuing his description of the best day ever. “She has two orange babies and one black baby and one white and orange baby…can I name her sherbert? And she had a baby with a whole lot of colors too!”

Angelina had a feeling the multicolored baby kitten was a calico. “Sherbert?” She didn’t have the heart to correct him. “You can name the kittens whatever you like, sweetheart.”

Switching the conversation as only a three year old can, Maddox breezed onto the next subject. “Mommy are you coming home tomorrow?”

“I wish I was baby, but no I’m not.” She smiled sadly, her toddler’s sense of time passage was a bit foggy. “Did you look at your ‘Bye-Bye Calendar’? Remember, mommy is supposed to come home on the nineteenth…one…nine.”

“Oh yeah! Today is the thirteenth…one…three.” Maddox told his mother proudly. “You’ll be home in…” he used his little fingers to count. “Six more days!”

“Well actually five. When you wake up on the nineteenth, mommy will be there already. I’ll be coming home late on the eighteenth.”

“Okay. Will you be by yourself Sira Lion?” Maddox tried to pronounce the words but they proved to be a bit much for him.

“Sierra Leon; and I was thinking of going to visit Brad.” The sudden silence on the other end worried her. She never lied to her son and if he asked, she always found a way to answer so he could understand. “Madness? Are you okay? Don’t you want mommy to visit with Brad? If not…you have to tell mommy.”

Maddox shook his head as If his mother could see it. “No…I think you should go and play with Brad. He might be sad, ‘cuz’ we aren’t there.”

Smiling at Maddox’s reasoning Angelina continued. “Maybe. Do you have a message you want me to give him?”

“Uh…huh!” Forgetting his message just that quickly, he moved on again. “Mommy is Brad coming home with you, when you come back?”

How to answer…how to answer. “Well…”


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Morocco
Le Berber Palace
May 14, 2005
4pm



Front Desk…


The burly white haired man waited silently for the hotel’s manager. He didn’t have long to wait. The slightly harried man arrived in a flurry of attitude and cologne. “Monsieur Brett. I understand you have a private matter to discuss?”

Glancing around at the busy lobby, he turned back to the hotel’s manager. “Yes is there some place we can talk…privately?”

The Hotel manager sized the man before him up. This man was used to getting what he wanted. He wore danger like a mantel. The manager was a bit worried. What could this man want with him? He prayed the man wasn’t unhappy over service in the hotel. The man appeared quite capable of violence. “Wh…why yes monsieur Brett we do. Please fol…follow me. Clearing his throat he led the man back to his office. He motioned Brett to a seat. “So Monsieur Brett, how may I help you?

“I understand that you have a few very highprofile vacationers in residence?” At the manager’s nod Brett continue. “My client has arrived here in Morocco as a surprise for one of those people. I believe he’s staying on the top floor?”

“The manager stared stonily at Brett. He knew who Brett was talking about. He meant Mr. Pitt. The manager did fear Brett but not enough to verbally admit that Brad Pitt was staying in the hotel.

Brett watched the manager. ‘Good, the man knew not to give up his hotel’s clients. Brett knew for a fact that Brad, Cate Blanchett and Alejandro Inarritu were staying in the hotel. The fact that the man wouldn’t talk went a long way to reassuring Brett of Angelina’s privacy. Spying a pen, he snatched up an empty pad and scribbled two words on the paper. “This is my client.” Setting down the pen, Brett handed the manager the paper and watched as the man’s eyes almost popped out of his skull. “She’s here to visit the person I just mentioned. She’ll be here for four days. I want to make sure that she has privacy while here. If it leaks out that she’s here visiting, paparazzi will swarm. Her visit must remain secret. She won’t leave the hotel unless she’s accompanied by myself or her friend. Can I rely on you and your staff to keep her visit quiet?”

“But of course Monsieur Brett. Ms. Jolie was here on the thirtieth I believe for a late dinner with…er…her friend, no word leaked.” The Manager defended his staff.

“I know and I was extremely impressed. Which is why I’m trusting you this time. I’m sure you’re aware of the media frenzy following these two. So I don’t have to stress how important it is to keep knowledge of her presence quiet. She’ll keep a very low profile.” Brett finished.

“Yes Monsieur. We have a private entrance would Madam Jolie care to take advantage of it?” The Manager couldn’t believe his luck; Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt staying together in his hotel. If there holiday together went off without a problem, he and his hotel staff would be at the top of the confidential list. That meant the hotel would be suggested to publicists all over the globe.

“Yes she would, thank you.” Standing Brett shook the manager’s hand. “You’re a good man.”

“Thank you Monsieur Brett.”


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Morocco
Le Berber Palace
May 14, 2005
5:30pm


Brad’s suite…




Brad let himself into his suit. He was in a rush. He needed to get to the airport. Angelina’s plane was scheduled to arrive in less than ninety minutes. He couldn’t believe that she would soon be in Morocco again…with him. He’d missed her so much. He missed waking up wrapped in her warm body. He missed her companionship and her sense of humor. He missed the way she combed her hair back with the fingers of one hand. He couldn’t wait to wrap her in his arms.

Tossing the key card on the desk, he moved quickly through the living room on his way to the bedroom to change. A flash of color caught his eye as he past the balcony in his bedroom. He didn’t remember leaving any cloths outside and if he had, why didn’t housekeeping bring it in? As soon as the thought filtered through his mind, he felt a mental Jane Pitt smack in the back of his head. Rubbing the suddenly tender spot in the back of his head, he rushed into the bathroom. He’d go grab the cloths on his way out; right now he needed a shower.


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Brad stood under the warm spray, the water massaging the sculpted muscles of his back, flowing lower to caress his taut buttocks. Soaping his body, his hands running down his chest, he let his mind wander to another shower in different bathroom. He remembered the body he’d soaped reverently, the hair he’d lovingly shampooed. Shaking his clear, he rinsed the soap from his body. He didn’t have time for this.

Shutting off the water, he wrapped a towel around his waist. The thick towel covered him fully but did nothing to disguise his rampant arousal. Jesus the woman wasn’t even here and she had him hard as stone. Grabbing another towel, Brad began drying his hair, as he walked into the bedroom. Glancing out at the terrace, he moved towards it, his intentions were to grab the cloths that he’d left out there.

Standing at the door he glanced out at the empty terrace. Where were the cloths? Maybe he was seeing things. “Huh…all in my mind.”

A soft voice broke into his thoughts. “Maybe…”

Spinning around, Brad stared at the vision standing before him in a royal blue silk robe, smiling. He stared at Angelina for a few seconds before speaking. “When did you get here?”

“About four. I decided to have bath and a short nap while I waited for you.”

Dropping the towel he was using to dry his hair with, Brad held his arms open, sighing as Angelina glided into them. He felt all his headaches, moodiness and loneliness fade away. She was here…in his arms.

Angelina sighed as Brad’s embrace tighten. She felt cocooned and sheltered; as if nothing could harm her as long as he held her. Wrapping her arms around his neck she drew his head down for her kiss. Raising her lips to his, she allowed his mouth to move over hers, dominating her softness, exploring her lushness and whisking them both into a world of raw sexuality.

He fed on her sweetness as a starving man would a simple meal of fruit. He wanted to devour her, take her into his body and lock her into his soul for all time. He’d never been an obsessive man, but where this woman was concerned his obsession was almost bordering on insanity.

Moving her hands slowly down his chiseled chest, she caressed every inch of skin her hands came in contact with. Her hands moved downward, coming in contact with the towel. Pulling her mouth from his she removed the towel, letting it flutter to the floor. Brad stood gloriously naked, bared for her eyes, his arousal now even larger. Glancing down Angelina took the rigid length in both hands, running her palms up the velvety smooth skin. She almost purred in delight.

Returning to the canvas of skin before her, she trailed a hot moist path over his chest, sighing at the taste of him. She missed his taste, his smell, his feel. She missed all of him. Her lips found each of his flat nipples. Sparing neither one, she began her slow torture. Twirling her tongue around one of the sensitive buds, she gently bit down adding a bit of pain before suckling him in earnest.

With every pull of her seeking, hot mouth, Brad felt as though his legs were about to give out. Moving backwards until the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed, he held her head up so that he could stare into her slightly unfocused eyes. Sitting down abruptly, he pulled her to stand between his legs. Releasing the belt of her robe, he yanked the silky material from her body, tossing it to the floor. Brad bared her body to his hungry gaze. His hands moved over her body possessively, moving up her narrow ribcage to cup her full breast. He stared at the deep rose colored nipples, swollen with need. Taking one of the sweet offerings into his warm, moist mouth, he scraped his teeth over the turgid bud, teasing her, driving her wild so that her body was pulsating with need.

Grabbing her around the waist, Brad picked her up and lowered her onto his hard, thick shaft. As she settled on him, he felt the exquisite pressure pf her snug passage as it grip him. Contracting her muscles she managed to pull him deeper still. Leaning forward, Angelina laid her head on Brad’s shoulder, enjoying the feel of him. “I missed you.” She whispered.

“I missed you too.” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room. Here they were alone. No paparazzi, no screaming ex-wives, no ranting friends, no wisdom giving parents. It was just the two of them. Drawing his hands through her thick hair, he let them travel down her smooth back until they cupped her gently curved buttocks.

“What time does the party start?” Angelina whispered her words breathy and forced.

He could feel her muscles beginning to contract rhythmically and it was a rhythm he knew well. “We have plenty of time. The party doesn’t start until Ten tonight.”

Angelina began riding Brad’s shaft gently. “Good any earlier and we were definitely going to miss it. As it is we may still be late.”


Copyright © 2006 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - FAMILY TIES



May 9, 2005


People Magazine – Special Double Issue
“The 50 Most Beautiful People”

Most Beautiful Woman – Angelina Jolie
Best Body Part – Lips
47%

Most Beautiful Man – Brad Pitt
Best Body Part – Abs

Over the last month, more than 500,000 votes were cast in People.com’s online poll. Are you psychic? You named couple-of-the-moment, Brad and Angelina the most beautiful man and woman.

Excerpts taken from article in May 9, 2005 issue of People magazine, written by:
Michelle Tauber, Jason Lynch, Chris Strauss, Todd Gold, Mike Fleeman, Julie JordanSandra Marquez and Brenda Rodriguez in LA., Bryan Alexander and Sara Hammel in London, Xan Rice in Kenya, Neil Michael and Lisa Ingrassia and Courtney Hazlett in New York City.




Brad & Angelina
And Now Brangelina!

Their Beachside Getaway:

On April 19 Brad Pitt landed in Kenya for a holiday with Angelina Jolie and her 3-year-old son Maddox. They strolled on a beach and retreated inside the heavily guarded walls of the luxurious Alfajiri Villas on the Indian Ocean. During their stay the pair shared aa four-bedroom villa and enjoyed a safari at the neighboring wildlife reserve. At the resort “They wanted absolute privacy”, says a worker. Adds another source inside the hotel: “They acted as if they had known each other a long time”

Meanwhile Jen:

Though she frowned at LA paparazzi on April 24 after news broke of her soon-to-be ex-husband’s African rendezvous, people around Jennifer Aniston say she’s doing fine. After all, rumors of a Pitt-Jolie dalliance aren’t a new issue for her. Before Pitt and Aniston’s separation, “Jennifer knew that Angelina got under his skin and it bothered her.” A source told People in January.



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Pitt Family Home
Springfield, Missouri




“Don’t answer it!” You know it’s just those people.” Jane Pitt shook her head. Ever since those pictures had become public, their phone hadn’t stopped ringing. She felt as though she were loosing her mind.

Doug knew his mother’s frustration; it was the same frustration he felt. He couldn’t understand the world’s obsession with his brother’s personal life. Yeah he knew his brother was “Brad Pitt” but there were other stars that were in the midst of a divorce, other stars that were trying to keep their private lives private. Why couldn’t they hound them. Reaching for the phone, Doug snatched it off of the base. “Yes?”

“May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Pitt please?” The disembodied voice seemed to screech its way over the line.

“Who’s calling, please?” Doug knew it was the media. Lord he was sick of this!

“This is Laren Kastle with Celebrity Living and I wanted to know if The Pitts would like to give a statement regarding their son Brad and Angelina Jolie.”

“Listen, my parents have nothing to say. My sister has nothing to say. Her husband has nothing to say. I have nothing to say and neither does my wife. Stop calling…you’re wasting your time. The answer will always be the same!” Doug disconnected the line and slammed the hand unit back onto the base.

“I told you not to answer it.” Sighing heavily, Jane walked into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It’s constant. I can’t imagine what Brad is going through.”

A cheeky smile formed on Doug’s lips. “I can.” He murmured.

Jan turned from the stove to shoot Doug a stern look. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing mom…just that Brad is thousands of miles away on the set of ‘Babel’. He’s working and doesn’t have time for all this shi…”

“Watch your mouth!” Jane interrupted. No matter how old her children got, there was absolutely no swearing in her home.

“Stuff…he doesn’t have time for this stuff.” Doug gave his mother his best Sunday school smile. His thoughts regarding Brad, Angelina and their Kenyan vacation were far from Sunday school.

Jane watched Doug closely; she knew her all of children well and knew when Doug was keeping something from her. She could guess who he was thinking about. “What did you and your brother talk about, when you went to Morocco?”

“Mom…come on…” Doug definitely didn’t want to get into a discussion about Brad and Angelina with his mother, but somehow he knew that she wasn’t going to let it drop.

“Don’t come on me. What did you talk about? Did you talk about her? About this vacation he spent with her?”

“Mom…” Why bother to evade the question. Sooner rather than later, she’d get the information out of him. “Yes we talked about her…Angelina.”

“And.”

“And what?” Doug felt like he was thirteen again, being forced to rat out his older brother for kissing the neighborhood hottie.

“Douglas!” Jane wasn’t in the mood for her second born’s games. The phone began ringing again. She stopped Doug as he dived for the handset. “Nooo! Leave it! Now talk.”

“Mom listen, Brad is going through something right now. He’s changing.” How could he make his mother understand, that for the first time in years Brad was on his way to becoming a truly happy man.

“Changing…hmmm. Not for the better. This changing has him leaving his wife, spending days doing God knows what with that loose girl and she has a child too! I heard the stories while he was making that movie with her. I wonder just how much of it is really true. He’s not even willing to try again…because of her no doubt.”

“First of all, he didn’t leave Jen, she filed for divorce. Don’t lay this at Angelina’s feet. Brad and Jen were through long before Brad started working with Angelina! And you know that Brad would never cheat on his wife.” Doug defended his older brother.

Raising the ladle she was using, she shook it at her second born. “Don’t raise your voice. Not cheat on his wife…what do you call that? He’s still married.” She pointed to the magazines on the table. “He spent four days with her and I doubt they were just talking. What kind of woman behaves that way around her child?”

Doug shook his head. “Mom come on. You know better than that. Brad and Jen are over…they have been for the past two years. He’s going through a divorce…which I might add again, Jennifer filed for. As far as Angelina’s character, you have no idea what kind of mother she is, you don’t even know her. In fact if memory serves me right, I believe you were the one that kept calling her “Indian Princess” whenever you saw her in a magazine. You thought she was sweet then.”

“That was over thirteen years ago, she was a child and she did look sweet. She’s an adult now and far from sweet.” Jane refused to give an inch.

“You don’t know her. You never did, you are basing your opinion on magazines, You saw her in a magazine while on vacation in England years ago and you saw her in the tabloids today. What are you doing buying this trash anyway?” Doug snatched the tabloids off of the table and tossed them in the recycling bin.

“I didn’t buy them. Margaret Gregory brought them over. She just wanted something to gossip about.” Turning back to the stove she stirred the sauce she preparing. “As far as this girl’s character is concerned, let your brother defend her. You worry more about Jennifer; she’s the one that needs us now.”

Doug couldn’t help but feel for Angelina. Mom would forgive Brad for what she thought of as a transgression against the sanctity of marriage but poor Angel, she would need more than Brad as a champion. Doug knew his brother…knew him well. He’d been there when Brad had taken off in Hollywood. He’d been there when Brad had gone through the women of Hollywood like clean underwear. He’d been there when Brad had fallen for Jennifer. He’d been there when Brad had put his dreams on hold out of consideration and love for Jen. He’d been there when Brad had finally realized that there would be no family for him. He’d been there as Brad fought his attraction for Angelina. He’d been there the day Brad and Jen had decided to end their marriage. And he’d be there the day Brad’s most precious dreams came true. Yes he’d stand by his brother and champion his Angel as well. Any woman that could put the smile that Doug had seen in Morocco, on his brother’s face, deserved his understanding and his friendship.

William Pitt entered the kitchen in time to hear his wife’s words. “You leave Jennifer alone. Don’t take sides between these two girls Jane. The only side you take is Brad and you keep your advice regarding his marriage to yourself.”

Turning the stove’s eyes off, she turned to her husband. “What? Jennifer has been in this family for seven years…”

“And Brad has been in it for forty-one. You remember that right? William Bradley Pitt II is our son.” William tossed his keys in the holder sitting by the back door. “Seven years…in all that time she never gave that boy an ounce of consideration.”

“William! How can you say that?”

Doug stared at his father. He’d never heard his father talk about Jennifer that way.

“How can I say that? How many times did she actually come here for a visit? How many times did she promise Brad a baby only to back out? How many times did Brad stand by her no matter what her situation was? How many times did she actually stand by him? Her career was always first.” Shaking his head in frustration, he continued “No…no interfering. Love her yes but leave Jennifer alone and let her deal with her choices. She’s not your child. Your child is trying to deal with his place in life, let him work this out on his own. If he comes to us then offer advice. And if he chooses to make this girl, Angelina and her son a part of his life, then we will accept her.”

Jane listened to her husband, but knew that it would take more than his words to sway her in Angelina’s direction. She remembered the first time she’d seen Angelina. She’d been leafing through a couple of fashion magazines and there she was modeling a silk poet’s blouse with lace cuffs, her hair a riot of long, thick dark curls. In the second picture her hair was straight and fell to her waist. She’d been dressed in an exotic beaded halter dress. Jane remembered thinking how beautiful the child was and she was a child…couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen. Jane thought that in a few more years she’d be truly breathtaking. Angelina’s exotic looks reminded Jane of a Native American princess. Jane had been right, the girl had grown into an exquisite woman…with loose morals it seemed.

Funny…she still had those magazines.



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May 9, 2005
Morocco / Sierra Leone




“Hey baby. Are you okay?” Brad spoke softly into the cell phone. He was on break from the set and Angelina’s call had been a much needed and pleasant surprise. But he could tell that something was bothering her. He guessed that it had something to d with her UN mission in Sierra Leone. He was constantly amazed by the scope of her dedication. She seemed to almost instill in him the need to do more.

Some women complained that there wasn’t enough time in the day to juggle a career and a family. But here she was, juggling both plus taking on the World’s most needy. Angelina was an amazing woman who didn’t receive half of the credit she deserved. One thing she didn’t deserve was a viper’s nest full of tabloids with blaring headlines accusing her of adultery. He’d been fielding calls from his family, Jennifer, Courtney and even George. Cindy his publicist was up to her neck in request for an “Official Statement”, regarding his and Angelina’s relationship. The shit simply had to stop!

He was on the verge of loosing his mind and his poor Angel; this was her worst fears coming true. He wished them somewhere private…away from prying eyes and snapping photographers.

“I’m fine, how are you?” She needed to hear his voice. That smooth baritone that engulfed her in solace. Surrounded by so much violence, desolate need, and death she craved his presence, his arms, and his person but for now she’d take the soothing sound of his voice.

“I’m fine, but you don’t sound fine. Is it Sierra?” Brad asked. The small pause on the other end of the line was too long for his peace of mind. “Baby?”

“It’s alright. I’m just a little tired that’s all. The UN’s expectations regarding Sierra Leon’s international aid are far from met. I don’t know…it’s just all so depressing.” Angelina answered softly. She missed Maddox, Brad…she missed the tranquility they brought to her life. She knew about the magazines, but here in Sierra Leone, Angelina was insulated. The paparazzi wouldn’t dare come to Sierra Leone. They weren’t interested in real issues. They were only interested in intruding on her most private moments.

She sounded so tired, he wished he could help her…hold her…brighten her day…make her smile. He wanted to erase all of her disappointment and hurt. But for now all he could offer was understanding and love. “You know it takes time baby. You’ve been at this a lot longer than most.”

“I know, you’re right.” Trying to shake her disappointment, Angelina lightened her voice and changed the subject. “How many calls today?”

Brad allowed the subject change, because he knew she needed it. The daily paparazzi calls- since the Diani beach pictures- were a running gag. They had a standing bet on the daily total of calls regarding ‘The pictures’. “So far Cindy has gotten fifteen calls today, I’ve gotten five from the family, and one from Catherine.”

“And?” Angelina asked. She knew there was more.

Brad hesitated for just a second, before continuing. “I got a call from Jennifer too. How did you know?”

“I can hear it in your voice.” Pausing to smile at a passing camp worker, she continued. “Brad, you can tell me anything. I need you to talk to me…tell me what’s going on with you…in your life. Don’t ever think that you have to hide any part of your life from me, in order to spare my feelings. Jennifer shared your life for over seven years, baby. She’s not just going vanish because you two aren’t together anymore. Take it from me, it doesn’t work that way. There are still feelings, memories and thoughts…it’s natural. I went through them with both Billy and Johnny. I expect you to go through them and I don’t want you to feel as though I won’t understand. I do and I’m here for you.”

God! He loved this woman. She was extraordinary. He didn’t know too many women who would have meant those words, let-alone said them aloud. He was almost speechless. He could only think of one way to respond. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” It felt so good to simply have those words said to her and to be able to say them in return. She knew this relationship was about to become as high profile as it could. Brad Pitt had achieved a near god like status and had been a media darling for the last ten years. A status Angelina knew for fact he didn’t relish. But that meant nothing to the media. “So what your family and Jennifer have to say?”

“Well my dad wanted to know what to say to the media. I told him not to say anything and that I would have the lawyers handle it. My mother called an hour later hysterical because she and Julie were pretty much stalked while picking the girls up from school. Doug called to complain about the constant calls coming in on his cell phone and to tell me that they were calling the office too.” Taking a deep breath, he continued. “Lisa even called to tell me that Jen had called her complaining that I never consider her feelings, at which point Jen called me on the other line. I had to listen to fifteen minutes of ‘How could you? You never take my feelings into consideration. Sometimes you can be so insensitive.’ Yadda…yadda…yadda.”

“Breath.” Angelina could hear the frustration building and she knew he was due back on set soon. He needed to stay as close to character as possible and a recounting his soon to be ex wife’s whining tirade or his family’s worries about media intrusion. “Breath again…in…out. Calm deep breaths.”

Brad allowed the breathing exercise to help and the sound of Angelina’s smooth husky voice to sooth him. “So how many have you had today?”

“Well, my brother called me this morning and my mother called twice today. She wanted to make sure that I was okay and to warn me about the barrage of paparazzi waiting for my return. She called the second time to congratulate me on making ‘People’s’ top fifty most beautiful. Oh and congratulations by the way.” Angelina joked. “So you win, that’s twenty-two to my three. I’d say media wise my day was a hell of lot calmer than yours.”

“Ha ha…very funny…lucky you. You know I think people truly fear you Angel. The paparazzi wouldn’t dare call and harass you or any member of your family, for fear you’d dream up some truly evil form of retribution.” Brad laughed. He moved out of the shade of his trailer into open view. Pulling the zipper of his gray hoody down he opened the jacket, catching the glint of yet another paparazzo’s camera. “Ahh, the rats are out today as well.”

Knowing exactly what he was talking about, she joked. “Say cheese!” Laughing at his groan, she continued. “Make sure that they get your good side. Oh wait! You’re Brad Pitt. All your sides are good sides.”

“You’re funny ha…ha…ha, a regular laugh riot. Maybe I should give them your address. You’ve got quite a few good sides yourself, though I’d prefer it if you’d keep those that I’m partial to, clothed and away from the cameras.” He moved out of view of the camera. His voice serious once more, he spoke softly into the cell phone, looking out at the burnish golden sands that surrounded him. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Mad told me to tell you hi and that you forgot to call him yesterday. I told him that sometimes you have to work late.” She felt as though she were in one of those television shows from the sixties, where the mother gave the father a report on the children after work. It felt right.

“Yeah, I didn’t get in until two o’clock this morning. Oh by the way, I picked something up for Mad while I was at the wildlife park.”

“Brad, you’re going to spoil him.” Angelina admonished, but she was secretly thrilled that Brad was thinking of Mad as well. It was hard to find a man interested in more than just sex. Someone willing to take on a young child.

“He’s worth spoiling Angel. Maddox is a wonderful little boy and I want make sure he knows it. I didn’t just fall in love with you. I love him too and I want as much time with him as I want with you.” He pushed his point home. “He’s worth spoiling and so is his mother.”

Angie was speechless. Brad was an amazing man. He had accomplished so much in his life time. She had the feeling that if he needed to, he could be quite ruthless in getting what he wanted. And he left no doubt as to what he wanted.

“Sweetheart?”

“I…I’m here. My mind just wandered that’s all.”


Brad smiled at her hesitation. “I was thinking…”

“Oh, that can’t be good.” Angelina jokingly giggled. She’d never been one for goofiness or jokes. Her life prior to Maddox had been depressing, dark and bleak. She’d spent more time questioning her existence and her purpose, living from one night to the next testing fate every step of the way; death becoming her fascination and at one point, her goal. Maddox had brightened her life and with his entrance a whole new meaning had emerged. She lived for him; he was her companion, death and depression no longer held sway over her thoughts. Now fate had brought another light into her life and every gut wrenching instinct she had told her to grab it and never let it go.

“Oh you’re hilarious. Who knew the great ‘La Jolie’ had such a sense of humor.” Brad groaned. He laughed more these days and in his eyes, Angelina was the reason. He listened to her husky giggles for a moment before going on. “What does your schedule look like?”

Why? Is there another special surprise waiting?” She liked his surprises. There was nothing wrong having a great dinner and a little horizontal role playing was an added incentive.

“Well…not a surprise. Cate is having a birthday party on the fourteenth of this month. I wanted to know if you would do me the honor and accompany me Ms. Jolie.” Brad knew he was asking a lot, but the secret as it were was already riding the cover of every mag and tab out there. The silence on the other end of the line seemed to be his answer. “If you’d rather not, I’ll understand.”

“No…no I’m just surprised. With all the attention you’re getting, I didn’t think that you’d be up for a somewhat public appearance. But if you want me to, I’ll be happy to accompany you Mr. Pitt.”

“Brad! We’re ready for you!” He heard the director, Alejandro yell out.

Angelina heard the call as well. “Uh Ohhh…your lord and master calls.”

The load of the Party invitation lifted, Brad groaned playfully. “I hear and must obey. I’ll talk to you tonight baby.”

“I’ll be waiting. I love you.” She sent the words over the line to him wrapped in promises.

Brad received them and responded with his own. “I love you too”



~~~~~~~~~~




May 12, 2005
Los Angeles/ Morocco



Brad rolled over from his nap to grab the ringing cell phone. Glancing at the face, he read the caller id, the name immediately causing frustration to build. He’d thought it was Angelina but it wasn’t. “Hello” He didn’t bother to hide the sleep from voice. With any luck she’d get the hint and hang up.

“Brad, we need to talk.” Jennifer’s less than jovial voice broke over the line.

Nope! She never was one to catch on to veiled hints. “Let me guess, the pictures.”

Jennifer didn’t bother to beat around the bush, she moved right in on the attack. “Yes the pictures! What the hell is wrong with you? I mean do you have an ounce of consideration for my feelings?”

“I’m sorry Jen; I was under the impression that after you filed for divorce, we no longer had much to do with one another. I didn’t know that I had to check in with my ex-wife before taking a vacation.” Brad wasn’t in the mood for this. His head ached and he missed Angelina and dammit if he wasn’t having Maddox withdrawals. He really missed that little boy. The last thing he wanted to hear was his ex harping on about pictures he nad absolutely no control over.

“Not ex! The divorce won’t be final until October.” Jennifer protested.

“What are talking about Jen? The divorce has been filed. We are no longer engaging in a marital relationship. You did understand that when you filed right?” Brad snapped.

Jen felt a bitterness begin to bubble up in her throat. How dare he talk to her this way! “Yes Bradley, I got that. I didn’t call to talk about the technicalities of our divorce.”

“Then what Jen? Did you really call to bitch at me about some photos I have no control over? I mean really, you can’t keep them from taking pictures of you sunbathing every other month and you believe that I can stop some tourist from snapping photos?” Brad sat up, running his fingers through his thick short hair.

“Tourist? I heard that she called the tabloids and tipped them off. Telling them where you would be. And sure enough he gets a picture of you off playing happy families with her and that Cambodian orphan of hers. You…” Brad’s cold voice interrupted her.

“One time…and one time only. DO NOT bring Maddox into this. He’s an innocent child, who’s done nothing to you.” Responding to the rest of her statement, Brad went on. “And as for the pictures, Angelina had nothing to do with that. They were taken and sold by an independent. She neither called, nor set up the picture. I told you about reading those damn tabloids. I see that you still don’t listen.”

Knowing that she wouldn’t get any further she moved on to the next insult. “You know it’s not really about how they were taken; it’s the fact that they were. You claimed for months that nothing was going on between the two of you and now a mere two and a half weeks after we filed for divorce; you’re on vacation with her! How do you think this makes me look…do you even care how I feel?”

Lord have mercy! Why did everything have to revolve around her? “JENNIFER! Angelina and I aren’t living our lives just to spite you!” His head was really beginning to pound. He just didn’t need this shit! “Don ’t you dare pull that card out! I never lied to you! Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t I admit to being attracted to her? Yes! Now why would you think that after you cut me loose, I wouldn’t move on?”

“Your mother is right, you can be so dense…” Again he interrupted.

“Why are you talking to my mother?” Brad wished his mother would stay out of this. He loved her and knew she was only trying to do what she felt was best, but it was not helping. Jennifer had attached herself to his family and didn’t seem to want to move on. He didn’t begrudge her his family’s love and he didn’t want to be intentionally cruel but he was uncomfortable with her constant whining to his mother when things didn’t go her way. She had been doing it since they’re first fight. What a mess.

“I needed someone to talk to and she said that she would always be there for me. Why? Do you plan to put a stop to it?” Jennifer’s voice sounded as belligerent as a sleepy four year old not wanting to nap.

“Jen, if you want to talk to my mother fine, but stop taking all of your problems to her. Especially things neither of you can change. Angelina is in my life, she and Maddox and my mother is going to have to deal with that and so are you.”

“You could at least let me know ahead of time the next time you and that woman go on another vacation. That way I’m prepared to give some kind of statement.” Jennifer insisted.

“Look Jen, I have a headache and was in the middle of a nap before you called. I’m sorry about the pictures and the upset they caused you. But I have a late set call this evening and I need to rest.” The best retreat was a quick one.

“We’re not finished Brad…”

“Oh yes we are. Good bye Jennifer.” Brad hung up before she could draw him further into her madness. He did feel bad about the pictures and the affect they were obviously having on Jennifer but was he supposed to live in a cave until she deemed it okay for him to get on with his life. He wanted a new life, an understanding, mature and compassionate companion, he wanted children…he wanted his life to matter. He’d spent seven years loving her and helping her chase her dreams, now it was time for him to do more than chase his; he meant to make his dreams a reality.

The cell phone began ringing again, believing it to be Jennifer, he answered it without checking the caller id. “What!?”

The sultry voice on the other end soothed his nerves immediately. “Baby what’s the matter? Are you okay?”

“I am now.” A second later, he realized just how true the words were. His day seemed to brighten with every word she spoke. “Lord…sweetheart I love you.”

“Well that is definitely always nice to hear.” Angelina’s voice almost seemed to purr across the long distance connection. “I love you too baby.”

He also realized something else. His headache, so painful only moments before was completely gone.



Copyright © 2006 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

Thursday, September 14, 2006

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - HAVE DINNER WITH ME

April 27, 2005
Morocco



Hotel La Mamounia
Brad’s Private suite…



“Sooo…?” Douglas took a healthy swallow of his imported beer and waited for his brother to answer. He’d arrived last night on a mission from his mother to make sure Brad was okay. Their mother wasn’t exactly Angelina’s biggest fan at the moment even though Brad had told her constantly that Angelina had not been responsible for Brad and Jen’s divorce. Jane just wasn’t ready to let go of Jennifer. The only problem…Brad was and his decision was the one…the only one that counted.


Brad glanced over his shoulder at his brother who lay draped across one of the suite’s sofas. He had to admit, he was happy that Doug had joined him for a few days. He had someone he could talk to…someone he could trust. “Sooo…what?” He knew what Doug wanted to know, but why not make the brat wait a bit longer.


“Come on man! You know what I’m asking. Do I need to spell it out?” Doug sat his beer down and began spelling words. “ A-N-G-E-L-I-N-A and K-E-N-Y-A.”


“Excited much? Geeze you’d think nothing was going on in your life.”


“Don’t play with me.”


“Fine it was wonderful. I had a great time, Angie…she hates Angelina, is a nice girl. Mad is an adorable little tyke.” Brad had to almost bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud.


Doug stared in disbelief. “Nice…adorable…tyke? Who the hell are you grandma Pitt?”


“Well?”


“Well my ass! I want the juicy details. Is she as wild in bed as they say?” Doug asked. He just couldn’t believe that his brother actually had thing going with Angelina Jolie. The thought simply boggled the mind and raised the libido levels of any red blooded male with an active imagination. Lucky son of a bitch!


Brad turned around and leaned against the balcony staring at his brother. “Oh Yeah”


Doug inched closer, waiting for more. “And…?”


Brad moved into the suite joining his brother. He dropped down onto the couch that Doug had vacated just moments ago. “She’s an amazing woman. She’s a dedicated mother…she really cares about Mad and how things affect him. She’s really a good woman Doug. I don’t want you to think of her any other way. No matter what you hear.”


“So you two didn’t…the whole Jen thing…” His voice faded away under implied meanings.


Brad shook his head emphatically. “No. We never slept together before the divorce was filed. People will think what they want and that’s cool. But I want my family to know the truth. Angelina is a very decent…kind and beautiful woman. She’s dedicated to her son, to her humanitarian work and acting. Doug, she’s just a good woman.”


“What is this I’m hearing… seeing?” Doug asked his brother. He couldn’t remember the last time Brad had referred to a woman, any woman as simply yet tellingly as a ‘good woman’. Just what were Brad’s feelings for Angelina and did she reciprocate those same feelings? Doug believed that he was catching rare glimpses of the brother he’d grown up with.


“Nothing.” Brad smiled. Just the thought of Angelina made him smile…it made him almost bubbly. Damn that was sickening.


“Nooo….there’s something there. I can hear it. Just what do you feel for this girl?” He moved to stand directly in front of his brother. “It’s there in your eyes, they just light up at the mere mention of her name. I thought this was just a hot and heavy weekend. I’m seeing something else Bradley. So tell me what’s really going on?”


“I’m trying to figure that out myself. I thought that what I had with Jennifer was it. You know family, kids, travel and love. I can’t say that I expected us to last forever. It was never that kind of relationship but I did expect the natural progression. But in the end we simply couldn’t get it together. We wanted separate things that’s all.”


“And Angelina, where does she fit in?”


“She doesn’t. I’m not trying to fit her into my life as it is. She starts a whole new chapter, a chapter that does include happiness, honesty, comfort and understanding, those things that I have been missing for so long. I want what you and Julie have with your spouses, what mom and dad have… And this woman…this amazing woman makes me feel that it’s possible.”


Doug watched his brother’s face…its expressions…as he spoke of Angelina and he realized something. For the first time his brother was in a very deep abiding…almost obsessive kind of love. This wasn’t the same man who’d married his golden princess in front of Hollywood. This man…he could see it so clearly…this man wanted something much more profound yet fundamental. This man wanted back rubs, backyard barbeques family vacations and family reunions. This man wanted to cut the umbilical cord after catching his own baby. This man…whether he admitted it or not, didn’t want to grow old alone. “Wow…so when do I get to meet this paragon, who managed to separate Hollywood's Brad Pitt from Missouri’s Will Pitt?”


“Don’t. She’s not a paragon. She’s just a remarkable woman, the likes of which you’ve never met before. Once we figure out what’s really going on between us and where our feelings are, then I’ll bring her home.”


“Whatever you call her, Love is definitely in the air.”


“Hmm…” Brad looked at his brother with a gentle smile and an almost whimsical expression. “I call her Angel.”



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



April 28, 2005
Fulmer, England
Angelina’s Estate


“So, have you decided on seeing him again?” Holly asked her boss and friend. The two had been friends for the last five years and had grown extremely close in that time. “I know you had a good time and so did Maddox.”


Glancing up from gathering the toys her son Maddox had scattered across his playroom. “How do you know we had a good time?”


“Because neither of you have stopped smiling since you’ve returned home.” Holly grabbed a stuffed giraffe and tossed it at Angelina. “I also heard the disturbance reports. Someone had a raunchy time.”


Angelina tossed the toy back at Holly. “Oh ha…ha!” After spending five days in Sierra Leone on UN business, Angelina needed a laugh.


Holly batted the toy away. “Oh admit it. You animal you. Go on and admit that he turned you out!”


Angelina finished clearing the toys, before she began cleaning the art table. How could such a small child make such a big mess in under six hours? “Weeeelll…he is very…very good at what he does. And he has one hell of a tongue.”


“I knew it! You freak!” Holly laughed. “Or is he the freak…naaah you’re both just freaks. Now answer my question.”

Angelina stopped cleaning and stared down at her hands. “I don’t know.”


“Do you want to?” Holly pushed on. In her opinion Angelina had changed considerably for the better. Her demeanor was brighter and the fact that she was willing to introduce Brad to Mad and then allow him to spend time with the child told Holly more than any words Angelina could ever utter.


“Yes I want to…of course I do. But I have Mad to consider now. I can’t just embark on a relationship. Not to mention there is Jennifer to consider. She does have feelings.”


“So consider him. Consider just how attach he is to Brad already. Consider that though you weren’t looking for a partner, fate has decided to send you one anyway and he’s a good man, who’s crazy about you and your son.” Holly paused for a second, choosing her words. “Don’t let him slip away. Make this work, for you and for Mad. As far as Aniston is concerned, that ship sailed years ago. She and Brad are no more and she made sure of that when she filed for divorce. She threw him away and you caught him. Now he’s yours to claim Angie!”


Angelina heard the words, as did her heart. She knew her answer long before the words escaped her lips. “Yeah, you’re right. If I want him, I need to claim him. I’ve been second guessing myself…fighting against the inevitable and why? Because I’m scared to walk that path again. I don’t think I could survive another break up.”


“You have to try Angie or you’ll never know what could be or could have been.” She watched Angelina pace restlessly. Angie always reminded her of an exotic leopard, beautiful, wild and dangerous. “How do you feel about him…this whole experience?”


Angelina walked over to one of the room’s large windows and stared out at the pool. She could see her neighbors. They were playing tennis. She didn’t mind the husband but the wife just talked too much and she was quite nosey; always asking the most annoying and personal questions. Without turning around she began answering Holly. “How do I feel about him? Obsessed with him, anxious about him, aroused by him, terrified of him and what he makes me feel.”


“You’ve known him now for over a year and though most of that time was spent in the hands off mode, feelings don’t stop changing or deepening. Do you love him?”


“He makes me laugh. No man has ever made me laugh the way he does. He’ll tell the goofiest stories or the craziest jokes and I’ll laugh for hours. He’s so laid back…so sweet.” She turned, smiling. “Do I love him? Yes.”


Holly smiled gently. “Well now you have your answer and you know the next step.”


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


April 30, 2005
Fulmer, England
The Black Horse Pub


Angelina dug down into her small leather backpack to find her phone. “Hello?”


“Hi ya stranger.” Brad’s deep voice floated over the connection.


Her generous lips forming a bright smile at the sound of his voice; she recognized the line and responded automatically. “Hi ya back”


“What are you doing?” Brad moved through the crowed airport quickly, ignoring the following fans, in a rush to get to his destination.


“Well I’m having lunch with Holly and Mad.” She nodded when Holly mouthed “Brad” while pointing at the phone. Smiling at Holly who took Maddox and made a hasty retreat toward the swings behind the pub; giving Angie privacy. “So what are you doing?”


“On my way to pick someone up.”


“Who?” Angelina wondered who he was picking up, maybe it was family. She knew his brother had visited him for a few days, maybe it was his parents.


“You.” Brad didn’t bother to elaborate. He climbed into the black SUV waiting at the curb.


“Me…but…but when?”


“Now, how soon can you be ready to leave?” Brad left no room for negotiation. He wanted what he wanted and he intended to get it.


Angelina was in shock., her words disjointed. “Me…wait…Brad…”


“How soon Angel?”


“Uhhh…well I…wait…where are we going? For how long?” He was moving too fast, she couldn’t keep up.


“Morocco for one night. I want to have dinner with you tonight. I want to hold you. I miss you…I need you.” Brad’s voice dropped an octave and his words seemed to hypnotize her.


Angelina couldn’t fight his desires and she’d given up on winning over hers. “How long will it take you to get here?” How long was the flight from Morocco to England?


“I’ll be there in half an hour. Mad and I will catch up, while you pack.” Brad spoke into the phone his gaze following the country scenery.


Angelina couldn’t believe he was here already. “You’re here? When did you land?”


“Doesn’t matter, I’ll see you in thirty minutes. An overnight bag is all you need. I’ll have you back by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay.” Angelina gave in without a fight. Why fight what she herself wanted more than anything. “See you in thirty minutes.” She hung up the phone and went in search of Holly and Maddox. She found them out by the swings in the park behind the pub.

“And?” Holly questioned. She took Mad down from the swing and the trio started the ten minute walk home.


“He’s here to pick me up for dinner tonight. Can you sit with Mad for me?” She asked. She never took Holly for granted. Holly had a life and a husband and Angelina made it a point to make sure that Holly spent more time with her husband than with her and Maddox.


“Sure, but where are you going and when did he get here?”


“Morocco and he wouldn’t tell me how long he’s been here. I get the feeling that he just landed.” Angelina cautioned Maddox to slow down before continuing. “He’s definitely sweeping me off my feet.”


“Yeah and into a long distance booty call.” Holly grinned. “Must be nice to be the object of Brad Pitt’s affection. M-e-o-w! I’d give up the booty anytime he wanted it.”


“Hmmm…yeah well he’s mine and I intend to.”



~~~~~~~~~~



Mile High Club…
April 30, 2005


Angelina stared out at the clouds. “I can’t believe that I let you talk me into this.”

Brad stared across the small space that separated their seats. “Do you regret it? Want me to have the pilot turn around?”

Angelina shook her head. “No and if I said yes, would you?”

Brad’s answering chuckle came softly and more than a bit dangerously. “No. I wouldn’t. I would like to say that I would or that I’m sorry but unfortunately I wouldn't and I'm not.”

“Why? Because you’re getting what you want?” Angelina asked. She already knew the answer; it was there in his eyes.

“If you know the answer already Angel, why bother with the question.” It was said more as a statement of fact then a question. But the meaning was strong. Brad’s eyes glided over Angelina, taking in her appearance. Her beauty flawless, she reminded him of a fantasy come to life. She wore a silky olive green dress, which showed her tanned body off to perfection. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her in anything quite so colorful. She was breathtaking. “Very nice dress, you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Her gaze touched on his gray silk shirt as it stretched across his chiseled chest and black slacks. “You’re quite an eyeful yourself.”

“Thank you lady mine.”

“You are most welcome. So what time will we arrive?”

“We should be there about nine…nine-thirty.”

“Are we going to restaurant?” Angelina had never been one to ‘wait and see’; she needed to know what was going on at all times.

Brad smiled devilishly. “It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.” She responded, only half believing her own words. For some reason she looked forward to his surprise. That was a first.

Before he could reply the flight attendant interrupted. “Excuse me Mr. Pitt and Ms. Jolie is there anything I can get either you?”

Brad glanced at Angelina, who declined before answering. “No we’re fine. But we are going into the back. Just notify us thirty minutes prior to landing.”

“Yes sir.” The flight attendant couldn’t believe her luck when she’d been asked to fill in for the usual attendant on Mr. Pitt’s flight, but now Angelina Jolie was on the flight as well. Wait until she told her mother- which was strictly against the rules. Policy also prevented her from approaching the passengers for anything outside of flight related matters, so she couldn’t ask for an autograph or ask Ms. Jolie about her humanitarian work. “If you need anything, there is an intercom system in the sitting room and the…uhhh…bed…bedroom.” The attendant could have kicked herself for stuttering.

“Thank you.” Without any further words, Brad nodded to the attendant dismissing her. He watched her return to the little lounge where the attendants stayed during the flight before standing and holding his hand out toward Angelina. “Shall we?”

Placing her hand in his, Angelina allowed him to pull her up onto her feet. “Shall we what?”

Leaning forward Brad whispered into her ear. “Well you have heard of the ”Mile High Club” haven’t you?”

Nodding, Angelina ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Um…hmmm”

“Well I thought we could add a new couple to the ranks.”

“You are a naughty boy.”

Brad pulled her towards the jet’s large bedroom. “A naughty boy for a bad girl.” He opened the door and guided her into the quiet room. Closing the door behind them, he leaned against the door. Leaning there he watched her, their eyes watching each other. “Undress for me Angel,”

He spoke softly but his voice wrapped its way around her body, almost smothering her in its intensity. She remained silent, her hazel blue gaze trapping his as she slipped the thin straps off of her shoulder. The silky material slithered down her long curvy body, pooling at her stiletto heeled encased feet. Stepping out of the dress; Angelina slinked toward Brad, removing her bra as she did.

Brad rubbed his chin slowly as his tongue caressed his bottom lip. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he watched as the object of most men and quite a few women's desires glided to him, clad in a deep olive green thong and a pair of dark green stilettos, her breast bobbing with each step. Jesus, she was fine!

Reaching out, Angelina pushed Brad’s hands away from the shirt’s buttons and ran her hands caressingly down Brad’s chest. Reaching his waist, she pulled his shirt from the pants. Returning to the shirt she continued unbuttoning where he’d left off. Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss to the skin she exposed, flicking her tongue against the tanned skin.

Pressing back against the door, Brad shivered slightly with every touch of her tongue, the fingers of one hand found their way into her thick curls. He loved her hair. Straight or curly it always seemed alive, as though it caressed her shoulders and upper back. While in Kenya she gone without curling or blow drying and the thick hair he’d assumed was bone straight turned out to be very soft and slightly wavy. He’d asked her why she kept it blow dried and she’d said that as a child her hair had been straight but around her late teens it began waving up and had become uncontrollable until she began applying heat on a regular basis. Straight, wavy or curly…he loved her hair.

Angelina kneeled down in front of Brad, unbuckling his belt; she pulled it free. With deliberate slowness, she opened the material and tugged the pants down his legs. She almost purred at the fact that he’d gone commando. Her eyes feasting, she watched as he spilled out; thick, hard and throbbing with need.

A groan escaped Brad as her full lips traced the past that her fingers laid. Her lips moved over him, her tongue tasting and teasing. Gently at first, she enclosed the tip of his shaft with her hungry mouth, her tongue swirling around his thick length.

Brad felt wave after wave of ecstasy as Angelina’s moist, hot mouth enclosed his shaft, sucking rhythmically. Glancing down, Brad focused for a moment on the dream kneeling before him. Hollywood, the media and the public all thought they knew how sexual she…Angelina was, labeling her at every turn. They had no clue. Grasping the door knob with one hand, he brutally clutched a fist full of Angelina’s hair, using it to guide her head and mouth.

Angelina allowed his forcefulness to aid her. Every shove of Brad’s hand brought his shaft deeper into the heated moist cavern of her mouth; his shaft slamming rhythmically against the back of her throat. She felt her own arousal building. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come so close to orgasm while giving another oral pleasure. She felt the tremors racing up Brad’s legs before she heard his moan of fulfilled pleasure.

Brad’s release almost brought him to his knees, using the door knob he managed to remain standing while Angelina’s mouth worked him fervently, milking him dry.

Still on her knees Angelina glanced up into Brad’s somewhat clouded blue gaze and lick her already wet lips. “You definitely taste good”

Stepping out of the pool of cloths at his feet, Brad swept a still crouching Angelina into his arms. “I bet you taste better. Why don’t we find out.”



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Morocco
Dinner by Orchids and Candleight
Hotel La Mamounia
Brad’s Private suite…

“Keep them closed.” Brad peaked over at Angelina to make sure her eyes were closed.
Using his key card, he swiped at the lock and pushed the door open. Moving to stand behind Angelina, Brad placed his hands over her eyes and guided her into the suite. Moving her into the center of the living room, he dropped his hands. “Okay, open your eyes.”

Angelina opened her eyes slowly. “Oh my God!” she whispered. “When did you…the phone called you made at the airport when we landed. Right?” She moved through the candlelight suite, her eyes touching on the golden and ivory orchids that were strewn throughout the suite. She could see flowers trailing into the bedroom as well as the dinning area and balcony. They were everywhere, the scent filtering through the air. Angelina closed her eyes again, enjoying the fragrance. She loved orchids and was amazed that he had remembered. But then, that was the kind of man Brad was. “Beautiful.” She whispered, describing more than the flowers.

Simply mesmerized by Angelina’s beauty, Brad glided -as if in a trance- to stand behind the object of his affection. Encircling her waist with one hand and caressing her neck with the other, he whispered. “Very.”

Spinning slowly in his arms, Angelina smiled. “I meant the suite…and maybe one other thing.”

Brad smiled in return. “Well I definitely meant you.”

“Hmmm…well…” A knock at the door caught their attention. Angelina watched Brad saunter across the room to open the door and allow to hotel attendants to enter, each pushing a large cart, one laden with exotic dishes and the other with Moroccan wine and deserts. Both watched silently as the attendants set a small dining table up on the balcony. Angelina couldn’t help but notice that the scene was similar to the dream she’d had in Italy. Once done they turned to Brad and bowed.

“Your dinner is served Monsieur Pitt.” Turning to Angelina, they smiled and bowed. “Bon Appetite Mademoiselle.”

Angelina bowed in return. “Merci, Bon Nuit.” She watched Brad tip the attendants handsomely before shutting the door. “Dinner looks wonderful.”

Brad walked slowly toward her, taking her hand and leading her out onto the balcony. Seating her before pouring them both a glass of wine and sitting; he held the glass up in a toast. “To us and this very memorable night. Thank you for coming.”

Angelina tapped her glass to his. “Thank you for the beautiful surprise.” She suddenly became aware of soft stringed tones drifting up from the floral garden below. Smiling in bemusement, she stood and walked over to the balcony rail and glanced down where she found four men playing qanuns; the music simply exquisite.

Brad watched her for a moment before walking over and pulling her back to the table. “Shall we?”

Smiling and completely under Brad’s influence she responded. “We shall.”

Amidst orchids, candlelight, qanun music, exotic food and each other’s presence, the two enjoyed themselves. Brad couldn’t remember a time when just a simple romantic meal had moved him so deeply. Angelina couldn’t remember ever having a meal so beautifully designed and prepared. No man had ever swept her off of her feet, until now.



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Alpha Male meets Alpha Female…


Brad handed Angelina another glass of wine. They were on their third bottle and both were a bit more relaxed. Joining her on the sofa, Brad maneuvered himself into a corner, swung one leg up onto the cushions and left the other on the floor. Once settled he pulled Angelina back into his embrace so that she lay against his chest. “Did you enjoy the dinner?”

Snuggling deep into her position and sipping her wine, she giggled…something she never did outside of her time with Maddox. “Mmmm…oh yes. I’m so full. I do believe I made a pig of myself.”

“Was that a giggle?” Brad glanced down at her. “Did Hollywood’s most wicked bad girl; the ‘Wild Child of Tinsel Town, just giggle?”

Poking Brad in the chest with her elbow, she responded. “Oh cute…very funny coming from Hollywood’s ‘Golden Boy’. What would they say if they knew that you were here with me?” kicking off her shoes she drained her wine glass and sat it on the coffee table near the sofa. Twisting around, so that she lay facing him, she continued. “They would say she vamped him. She used her sexual wiles to ensnare him. Poor sweet Brad never had a chance. They obviously don’t know you.”

Smiling brad finished his wine and sat the glass next to hers. “You’d think the dark roles I chose to play in ‘Legends of the fall’, ‘12 Monkeys’ and ‘Fight Club’ would have tipped them off. I think that the blonde hair wooed them in another direction. Hell I wasn’t even a good guy in ‘Thelma and Louise’. It’s the blonde hair I tell ya. It used to get me out of trouble in Sunday school.”

Laughing, Angelina traced his pouty bottom lip. “Sunday school huh?” She moved her hands down to his chest. “I think these perfect abs, those deep baby blues and this perfect ass, had something to do with the ‘Golden’ title. No man that looks like you can possibly be a bad guy. If they only knew…you’re A FREAK…a sexual deviant!”

Running his hands down Angelina’s back and up under her dress, his strong hands caressed her bare bottom. He still had her tiny green thong in his pocket. Squeezing the supple flesh, he gently inserted the tip of his index finger between the tight cheeks, pushing gently. “And this freak intends to turn you completely out. You’re not that bad my beautiful Wild Child. I’ve had wilder.”

Pushing against his finger Angelina moaned at the titillating invasion. “You are bad.”

“Baby you have no idea, but you will soon.” Brad pushed his finger deeper. His mind wandering in a direction he knew she wasn’t ready for. He needed more time to initiate her into his brand of sex and love making. Tonight was for her. He’d have his chance later and when he did…Lord help her. Taking her lips in a rough kiss, he allowed his tongue to match and mimic the same movement of his finger. Taking her moan into his mouth.

Angelina moaned, his invasion wasn’t uncomfortable but it was unexpected. She’d never really appreciated anal play but he somehow made it seem more erotic then embarrassing. She could feel the moisture starting and could have cried when he removed the invading digit. She caught her breath as Brad pushed her away from him and onto her back, following her to the other end of the sofa.

Brad straddled Angelina and for a moment he just sat there watching her. Finally reaching down he pushed her dress down off of her shoulders, baring her breast. They never did find her bra, exposing her breast to his feral gaze. How could any man let this woman walk away? Johnny…Billy…they were both fools! She was so beautiful and vulnerable…easily hurt but not easily consoled. He continued to push the dress down away from her body. Tossing the dress on the floor, his cloths were quick to follow before returning to Angelina.

He bent his head to the warmth of Angelina’s skin, his tongue swirling over her full breast, indulging his ravenous hunger for her. He felt her response, her body tensing. His mouth was hot and needy as he lowered his head to take possession of her breast. He suckled her, his hands sliding along her ribs, across her flat stomach, pausing to trace the large black cross tattoo. The cross intrigued him along with the tiger on her back. His hands drifted lower to find the well manicured strip of curls at the junction of her legs. She was moist and hot as he pushed his palm against her, her hips pushing against him in response.

Moving lower his lips followed the lines of her body, seeking out the treasures his hands had discovered. He spread her legs wider and lay between them, continuing his strokes and caresses. His finger found her hot core wet, pulsating and tight as he pushed into her. They’d had sex on the plane and she was still snug…life was good! Withdrawing his finger her added a second digit; inserting two fingers. Pushing in…pulling out, the rhythm was set. Brad leaned over her cross tattoo and tasted every inch of the decorated skin.

Angelina grasped the back of the couch with one hand and ran the other through Brad’s thick hair. This man would be the death of her. Spreading her legs a little wider was all she could manage to do. Withdrawing his fingers, Brad replaced them with his mouth, his tongue probing deep; the exchange was smooth but electrifying. Angelina’s cry spread through the suit like a captive’s cry of freedom. Her body rippled with life, fragmenting, imploding. Angelina was shocked by the waves of pleasure that raced through her. His tongue moving deeper, with quickness of a piston. She thrashed beneath him, unable to control the fire racing through her body. It almost took her breath away. Releasing Brad’s hair Angelina clawed at the side of the sofa. Her nerves were screaming for release. “Please…I’m dying.”

His answer was to deepen his thrust, his tongue picked up the rhythm and pulsed deeper into her body. The man’s tongue was lethal. Angelina’s body kept winding tighter and tighter until she knew she would explode. He was ravenous, driving her over the edge ruthlessly as her body twisted and bucked beneath him. He rose above her, shoving her thighs apart to accommodate him, opening her fully to him. His erection was thick and heavy and intimidating. Forcing her eyes to focus upon him, she stared up into his wild unfocused stormy blue gaze. He almost seemed more than a man…her Alpha Male and in that moment Angelina felt an instant of fear before her mind slipped back into the wild haze of the Alpha Female that was her mind’s constant shadow.

She growled softly as he pressed into her thick entrance. She could feel him there stretching her as he thickened more. He waited there as if stalking his prey. He waited while her body tensed in frustration of need and throbbing desire. If he were a doctor he could take her pulse by the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls. God she felt like heaven…like home. He felt as though he’d finally found his way home, after years of searching.

She wanted to move, to thrash…anything to bring on the pinnacle she so desperately sought, but she couldn’t he held her hips still, pinning her to the cushions. Brad thrust hard, driving deeply, a hunger taking him, filling him with a ravenous need that finally erupted in a fever of frenzied pounding. Her searing tightness, gripped him with a fire that nearly drove him mad.

Angelina felt as though she were loosing herself to him her voice raspy and almost inaudible, she whispered. “Brad please! I can’t…it’s too much. It’s just too much.” Thrashing her head from side to side she released her grip on the cushions and clutched at Brad’s back, now slick with sweat.

Brad caught Angelina’s wrists in his vise grip, pinning them above her head against the arm of the sofa. He needed to pull them away from his flesh, not from pain but in need; a need to master, control and overcome. He needed to impose his will and she needed to submit. Taking her mouth with his, he drove his tongue deep setting the rhythm to match that of his thrusting hips. Pounding harder and deeper, he wanted more and he took more.

With every thrust, Angelina made a gasping noise; this man had crawled through her body and found her soul. If lightening struck she’d gladly die at that moment. Brad could feel her muscles tightening clenching him, preparing to milk him dry. The orgasm burst over her, endless, mindless. She felt him growing thicker even as he continued to pound mindlessly into her contracting sheath. His bruising grip on her hip intensified, as he erupted deep into her body, sending her into yet another orgasmic spiral ending in blackness.

Breathing heavily, Brad pressed his forehead to Angelina’s and whispered “Magnificent,” before joining her in unconsciousness.



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The Question

Her hand moved slowly over the bright sheets, searching for the warm body that had lain beside her. The sheets were cold and empty; waking Angelina raised herself up to her elbows, shoving waves of hair from her eyes. She searched the dark room, her eyes traveling into the dark corners and the adjacent bathroom and sitting room but both were dark. She lit upon a sliver of moonlight and followed it to the open balcony doors. She saw him then, standing at the railing wearing one of the wraps he’d gotten in Kenya. She loved the way he looked in native clothing. He was comfortable in them. She watched him for a while, watched as he stood staring out at the moonlit night. He seemed so alone in that moment. Leaving the bed silently, Angelina wrapped the sheet around her waist leaving her breast bare and walked undetected to the balcony. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pressed her naked torso against his bare back. “Hey baby, why are you out here?” Laying her head against his back, she rubbed her cheek across the expanse of smooth skin, pressing soft kisses here and there.

“Mmmm…I woke up and came out here to think. I didn’t want to wake you.” Closing his eyes, he relished the feel of her soft skin against his, her sweet lips on him. He could stand like this for hours but they needed to talk.


“What were you thinking about?” Angelina stepped back, allowing Brad to turn around and face her. He seemed so solemn. She was almost afraid to hear what he had to say. But cowardice had never been her strong suit. She preferred facing things head on. Why change now.

Brad reached out to caress the ivory globes she offered so freely. He didn’t think that he could ever tire of her body. But he needed to control himself at the moment. “We need to talk and I can’t do it with you naked. I may be golden but I’m not a fuckin’ saint.” Unwrapping the sheet from her waist and rewrapping it around her in a sarong style, he led her back into the bedroom and sat her down on the chaise lounge across from the bed. Before joining her, he turned on one of the small lamps. I have a question to ask you.”


Angelina watched Brad move around the room, turning on a lamp and tightening his waist sarong before returning to sit with her. He almost seemed lost. “What is the question?”

Contemplating his next question; Brad stared into Angelina's catlike eyes. Those eyes…they could see into a man’s soul. Taking a deep breath Brad pushed on. “Angel, where do you wanna take this?”

Shaking her head Angelina spoke softly, carefully. “Brad you ask me this every time we’re together. I’m no closer to an answer now then I was in Kenya. I need time.”

“I’m out of time Angel, my mind is tied up in knots. I can’t think, food is almost irrelevant, and sleep is uncomfortable at best. You’re in my head constantly.”

“What do you think will happen if it becomes known that we…Hollywood’s Golden boy has been seduced by its resident vamp?” Angelina tossed out.

Caressing her hair, twisting strands around his fingers, Brad answered cautiously. “I don’t know. One, I’ve always hated that moniker. Jen was the one that thought it was cute. I thought it was pretentious.” Sighing heavily Brad shook the memories free. Raising Angelina's face so that he could read her expression, he asked softly. “Would it bother you? I mean would you care?

Angelina couldn’t lie. “No. I’ve never really cared what people thought of me. I just worry for Maddox, that’s all. I don’t want anything negative to touch him and I don’t see this being a positive situation.”

“So we’re what just friends who meet here and there when we have a free moment? Is that all there is?” Brad asked.

“What do you mean?” Angelina asked. She knew what he wanted, but she was just a bit afraid of the answer she’d soon have to give.

“Don’t…you’re too damn smart for that.” Brad shook his head. “What are you feeling right now?”

Angelina didn’t bother to evade his question. “Secluded…safe…” her voice faded away.

Brad wanted more. “How do you feel about me?

Angelina stood suddenly and walked towards the bed. She needed to put a little bit of space between them. Sitting down on the bed, she allowed her gaze to wander, briefly touching on Brad’s face before moving on. “I don’t know…” It was a lie and she knew it even before the words slipped out.

Brad knew it as well, he wanted the truth. “You do know, or you wouldn’t be here…now…with me. You do know and now I need to know.” He paused and stared directly into her eyes. “Do I mean something to you or am I just a convenient hotel fuck? After all you were the one who said that you preferred to meet your men in hotel rooms.” Brad stood; anger in his every move. “Last time I checked, I was…am very much a man and this is definitely a hotel room. So I ask you, do I mean something…does this all mean something, or am I just an exotic hotel fuck?”

At Brad’s harsh words, Angelina’s eyes dropped downward. They had been having such a wonderful time and now everything seemed to be crumbling. “That’s not fair. You invited me here and now you’re throwing daggers.” What the hell was wrong with her? If he had been any other man she would have laid him low by now. But with Brad she had no words nor did she want to fight.

Brad moved toward Angelina, not bothering to speak until he kneeled before her. “I didn’t say that to hurt you and I’m sorry if it did baby. I just want…need to understand what’s going on.” Cupping Angelina’s face, Brad raised her head so that his expression was clear to her. “I want you to understand.”

Staring into those impossibly blue eyes, Angelina asked the question who’s answer would forever change her life. “Understand what?”

Pulling her face close, Brad touched his nose and forehead to hers. “How much I love you. That I’ve fallen so fast and so deep that I couldn’t climb free if I wanted to.” Brad feathered kisses against Angelina's pillow soft lips. “I love you Angel. The question is, do you love me?”

Staring into his eyes as his lips teased hers; Angelina felt it, that sudden click as the puzzle pieces that represented her life snapped into place. She felt none of the giddiness she’d felt with Johnny or the manic desperation she’d experienced with Billy. This just felt right, quiet, easy and natural. No man had ever accomplished that. The answer was there waiting to be given and she ushered it out as easily as breath. “Yes, I love you.”

Brad thought he’d mistaken her words until he looked into her eyes. “Yeah?” Brad felt as though a whole new world had opened to him, a world full of wishful possibilities. Possibilities that were all embodied within this one beautiful, breathtaking woman.

Nodding Angelina rubbed her nose lightly against Brad’s. “Yeah, and you are not a convenient hotel fuck.”

Brad stood and gathered Angelina up into his arms. Carrying her back to the bed, where he removed her sheet and spread it out over Angelina and the mattress. Untying his sarong he let the red material fall to his feet. He did love the native dress. The sarongs were comfortable and easy to wear. He’d purchased five while in Kenya and another three in Morocco. He original purchased them for his family members but now all he could think of was Angelina wearing them around the house. House…she had him dreaming of houses, exotic trips, family picnics, babies…beautiful full lipped babies with cat eyes and strong personalities. He wanted it all.

Joining her in the bed he began turning her so that they could lay in spoon fashion. Angelina stopped him. “No, I want to hold you this time. Spreading her legs she invited him to lie at her center. Brad adjusted his weight so that his head lay pillowed on her breast. Caressing the perfect globes he couldn’t fight the desire to suckle them. Angelina ran her hands through his hair and down his sculpted back, cupping his buttocks. Both feeling content and in love fell into a peaceful sleep, determined to cherish the few hours they had left before Brad would have to put Angelina on a plane for home.

She loved him…

He loved her…

Life would never be the same.

Never…


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May 2, 2006

Us Magazine
“Brad and Angelina”
SECRET LOVE TRIP


In Touch Magazine
“IT’S TRUE!!”

The hunt was on!




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