Our Wildest Dreams!!!!

2010-11-23T20:37:00.001-05:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - RENDEVOUS POINTS

2009-04-06T15:12:00.002-04:00

Essex Hotel
Angelina’s Suite
June 4, 2005

12:00 am…

Angelina grabbed the ringing phone before it woke the sleeping child curled against her. “He…hello?”

The soft melodic voice on the other end of the line soothed her like no other could. “Happy birthday my sweet bunny.”

Smiling at the sound of her mother’s voice, she curled back against the bed pillows. Glancing at the bedside clock, she squinted at the time. “Mom…what are you doing up this late?”

“Well it’s only nine here sweetie.” Marcheline chuckled. She missed her little girl but she knew that Angelina had to experience the life that was meant for her and that experience was turning her into someone amazing. “And it’s yesterday. Which means you get two birthday greetings.”

Laughing, she adjusted Maddox on his pillow. “That’s right it’s still the third.” Sobering she asked softly, “How are you feeling?”

“I fine babe…” Marcheline’s voice faded away into silence. She didn’t call to have this conversation, but she knew her daughter well enough to know that she would not stop until she got all the answers she needed.

“Mom…don’t…don’t brush it off. I need to know. How are you feeling, really?” Angelina asked, her voice wavering a bit.

Sighing Marcheline answered softly as if the volume could soften the powerful meaning of her words. “Bunny its cancer, I’m doing as well as I can be at this point.” She’d called for a happy occasion. “Enough of this dreariness. Tell me about your early birthday celebration.”

Angelina longed ask more questions, but she would respect her mother’s silent wishes. It was amazing…like a dream. Mad and Brad surprised me with the most beautiful cake and gifts. “But then you already know that, don’t you?” she smiled.

“I guess I do.” Marcheline’s smiled traveled over the distance of the phone line.

“Thank you for the gorgeous bracelet and the beautiful words.” Angelina ached to hug her mother, ached to be held in her mother’s arms. “I miss you so much mommy.”

“I miss you too Bunny.” Marcheline wanted to hold her child…look into her eyes and know she was okay.

“Well not for long. We’ll be arriving late tomorrow morning. As soon as we check in we’ll be over for lunch. Mad can’t wait to see you and Jamie and neither can I.”

“Oh I can’t wait. That little man is in for a barrage of hugs and kisses from grandma!” Marcheline laughed. Her baby had become such a wonderful mother and an amazing woman. She couldn’t be prouder. Her one last wish was that her baby found a good, loving and strong mate. She deserved someone special, someone who would see her and accept her for who she was; simply ‘Angie’. She deserved someone who would understand her compassion and love her not ridicule her for it Marcheline wanted more than anything to see that before her time was up.

As if hearing her mother’s thoughts, Angelina her mother a glimpse, “Well. I was thinking of bringing someone along with us to lunch…if that’s okay.” She wanted to introduce Brad to both her mother and brother, it was time. He’d become so important in her and Maddox’s life, it was time to let him share her family.

“Hmmm…would that someone be a certain Mr. Pitt?” Marcheline may have been ill over the past few weeks, but she was well aware of the sensationalism following her daughter’s not-so private life.

“Yeah…not so much of a secret, I guess.” She couldn’t help smiling.

“Nope, but then you never were the secretive type. Always open and honest…don’t change now “yeksa ha”. Marcheline spoke the last two words “my child” in Oneida. An Iroquois language taught to her by her grandmother and all but since forgotten, outside of the few words and bits of conversation she’d taught James and Angelina.

“I won’t.” Reaching over she gently brushed her hand over her son’s hair. “But maybe I will try for a little more privacy.”

“Okay, I can’t nag about that, but I will say this; when you get here there is a conversation you and I need to have.”

“Yes ma’am.” Angelina let out a soft giggle. Her mother never could affect a convincing stern voice.

Marcheline changed the subject without warning. “So have you told him?”

Angelina knew without further clarification, just what her mother was asking. “No. We just…we’re still dealing with our relationship…trying to figure out our next step. I haven’t had a chance to tell him. How do I?”

“Bunny, you’re going to add a new life to your family soon. If he’s going to be a part of your life and Maddie’s life, then you owe him the knowledge that you’ve already begun the process.”

Sighing, “I know…I know. I’ll tell him.” She didn’t sound sure at all.

“Khey ha.” Marcheline admonished using the Oneida term for beloved daughter. She needed her daughter to understand that communication early on in a relationship was key to a successful relationship. Hearing the unsure tone, Marcheline thought, here is the Angelina that the world would never know…the sometimes unsure Angelina…the frightened Angelina. If they did, Marcheline wondered if they would pounce on or sooth her child.

Partially responding in Oneida, “Wakanuhte nulha...I know mom…I know, I will tell him. I…it’s just…what if he...” She couldn’t finish.

“Whether he decides to embrace your decision or he decides it’s happening too fast and he’s not ready for that much responsibility; it is his choice to make and you owe him that consideration Angelina.”

“Wakanuhte nulha…I know mom…I know.” But did she?

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Brad’s Estate
Malibu, CA
June 4, 2005

Late afternoon…

Running his fingers through his newly bleached hair, Brad half listened to his manager, Cynthia Pett-Dante as she rattled off his schedule for the ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’ press junket; the majority of his attention focused on the activity going on in the back of his new home.

He’d instructed the workmen to erect large tents over both the pool and tennis court areas. The all encompassing tents would allow for complete privacy, which was his goal. Catching Angelina’s name, Brad tuned back into the conversation. “I’m sorry?”

Cynthia’s laughter barked across the telephone line, “Yeah, I thought that’d get your attention.”

“Funny...not! Seriously…what did you say?” Brad frowned as she repeated her words.

“Fox wants to keep the junket focused on the movie. I spoke with Cindy and we agree with Fox, this has got to remain as professional as possible, so we are sending out press agreements.”

“Let me guess, please limit all questions to the movie only, no personal inquiries. Am I close?” Brad asked, tongue in cheek.

“Mmmmm…hmmmm and do I have to say or rather plead that you and Angelina need to keep it under wraps?” Cynthia asked. She didn’t really know how to broach the subject of his relationship with Angelina, without seeming as though she was prying.

Rubbing his eyelid in agitation, Brad lit a cigarette. Fox, Cindy and Cynthia would all freak if they knew that not only Angie but Maddox would be staying with him. Well…what she and they didn’t know…

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Brad savored the nicotine calm. Funny he thought, since Kenya he’d cut down quite a bit. Actually if he really thought about it, he’d been smoking less since the filming. He knew why…Angelina. She’d taken his mind off of one physical addiction and substituted another.

Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. “Hey Cynthia, I gotta run.”

Sighing loudly, his manager gave up on the Jolie talk. Pitt may be seen as the “Golden Boy” of Hollywood but sunshine had a cloudy side when his mind was set and if the drum beats were correct; then his mind was already set on a path and it led straight to Jolie. “Okay, but please keep it low.”

“Gotcha! Talk to you later.” Brad hung up and made his way back into the house. Searching out his keys, he grabbed his messenger bag, stuffed his cell phone and Architectural Digest into the pockets and left the house. He stopped to speak to the workmen on his way to his bike. Choosing the Ducati, he ran his fingers over the cool chrome before getting on and taking off for Los Feliz.

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Brad’s Estate
Los Feliz, CA
June 4th, 2005

45 minutes later…

Brad wondered through the rooms of his Los Feliz home. At the moment the large estate was empty, but soon he would fill it with family. It was time to make a move in that direction.

Moving back to the Japanese styled atrium, he found his bag. Sitting down on the cool stone floor, he pulled his cell phone from the bag and dialed the number he’d memorized the day he’d received it. Closing his eyes he allowed the smooth silk of the voice that answered to wash over him.

“Hi.” The voice was soft and sweet.

“Hey.” One word could convey so much; how much he missed her…wanted her…loved her. Fate was kicking his ass royally. “Happy Birthday babe.”

“Thank you. But you know…you didn’t have to call. We had our special day.” Angelina couldn’t keep the happiness from seeping through and she didn’t try. Hearing his voice was like taking air after a long, deep dive. She didn’t just want to hear his voice, she needed to hear it.

“Yes but today is your birthday. Thirty years ago today a beautiful baby girl was born and my eleven and a half year old heart stuttered.” He lavished.

“Oh stop!”

“No seriously my parents thought I had a heart murmur.” He kept going, “Test and everything.”

“Oh knock it off.” Angelina chuckled. “You’re so full of it.”

“Yeah…I am. But it coulda happened.” Brad gave in. “Who knows what I was doing,”

“You’re starting to sound like my mom.”

“Both of us just appreciate the miracle that is Angelina.” He shook his head at his own corniness. When was the last time he’d been so damn sappy? High School?

“Stop! You’re making me blush.” God help her she was actually giggling. What was it about this man? When was the last time she’d giggled? Grade School?

“Mmmm…is it all over or just your cheeks?” he dropped his voice an octave.

“You’re a mess. You know that?” Clearing her throat she moved on. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, this and that. I have a couple surprises for you and Mad.”

“Really? What?”

“Well, now if I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.” He laughed. “What did you do today?”

“Spent the day with Mad. We stayed in the suite watching movies most of the day. Played some and had dinner, a very quiet day. Pausing a second she continued. “He asked about you.”

“Two days and it feels like two weeks…I missed you…Mad. I need to hold you both.” Why pretend. They were past that.

Angelina listened to his words, images flashing through her mind…dangerous ground. “We’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

“What time?” Relief washed over him, a few more hours and she’d be in his arms again.

“The jet lands at six-thirty.”

“Early…good.”

Laughing softly she continued, “You sound like a little boy on his way to the toy store.”

“Yeah but wait until you see the ‘toys’ I picked up.”

“Oh you are a nasty boy.”

“I do try.” Brad chuckled before blowing a kiss into the phone. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Maybe we should rethink…” she didn’t get to finish.

“I’ll be there in the morning to pick you up. I want to see you and Mad before this circus gets started. Holly can go ahead of you and check you guys in.”

“Yes sir!” Angelina saluted.

“You trust me right?” he needed her trust and he needed to hear it from her lips.

She answered without hesitation. “Yes.”

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Van Nuys’s Airport
Los Angeles, CA
June 5th, 2005

6:30 am…

Inside the private hanger, two black SUVs stood waiting silently, windows tinted, giving no clue to the passenger waiting inside of the lead truck. The occupant watched as the jet taxied into the hanger. Once the hanger doors were closed behind the parked jet, stairs were attached and the cabin door opened.

As if on queue the truck doors opened. Leaving the truck and moving quickly up the stairs, Brad made his way into the main cabin. He nodded to the attendant as he made his way past her, stopping only to hug Holly. “Hey sexy gal! How ya doin'?”

Returning the hug Holly smirked, “Sexy huh? Well if I’m sexy…what’s your old lady?”

“Oh she’s hot!” Brad winked and wiggled his brows.

Catching sight of Brad’s newly bleached locks, Holly’s eyes widened. “Oh My God! Look at your hair!”

“Surprised?” Brad asked. “You like?”

“Very and yes. I really do.” Reaching up she spiked it in the front. “Kinda punky!” Holly glanced back toward the jet’s bedroom. “Angie will too. She likes punk! She’s getting Mad dressed, he fell asleep.” Moving off toward the door of the cabin she waved, “I’m off to the hotel. I’ll see you guys tomorrow at Shutters.”

“Don’t forget your guy!” Brad called after her.

Stopping and turning at the door, Holly pulled an innocent look. “What guy?”

Hands on his hip and foot to the side, Brad mimicked Holly, “What guy?”

Laughing she gave in, “He’s already waiting at the hotel for me.” She answered back

Shaking his head he waved and continued to the back of the plane, “Un huh…see ya later sweetie.”

“Bye!”

Entering the jet’s bedroom, Brad paused to watch Angelina dress her sleeping son. The child was so deep into his sleep that he seemed comatose. Smiling he pulled his gaze away from the boy and brought it to rest on Angelina’s frame., his voice addressing her his gaze addressing her delicately curved bottom. “Hello beautiful.”

Glancing over her shoulder Angelina smiled. ”Hello yourself,” Shifting Maddox to the center of the bed, she turned completely and moved into Brad's arms. “I missed you.”

Nuzzling the fine hair and soft skin of her temple, he inhaled the light floral scent that was hers alone. “I missed you too.” He whispered softly before capturing her lips.

Angelina surrendered without hesitation. Her full lips giving into the pressure of his, falling open, welcoming the smooth invasion of his tongue.

Groaning, Brad wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter against him. She tasted so damn sweet; like an old time treat. He wanted so badly to deepen the kiss but conscious of the child sleeping closely, he pulled away with another groan; this one of need not delight. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” Angelina smiled; she dropped a quick kiss on his damp lips and turned to finish dressing Maddox. Pausing suddenly, Angelina swung around quickly, her eyes moving to his newly bleached hair. “Oh my god! Look at your hair.” Reaching up she ran her fingers through the thick strands. “Oooh…nice! You look like a rocker…very sexy.”

“You like huh?” Brad smiled, pleased that she liked his choice. “I thought I’d go wild.”

Standing on her toes she pressed her lips to his ear, speaking softly. “I like your choice of wild.” She bit down on his earlobe before sucking gently.

“Bad girl.” Brad ran a hand down her back to cup her buttocks, bringing her flush against his hardening body. “If you don’t stop, we’ll be spending Mad’s nap time right here.”

Nipping his lobe one more time, Angelina sighed and turned to continue dressing her son. Glancing over her shoulder, she scrunched her nose, “Spoiled sport.”

Reaching out, Brad smacked the curved bottom she presented as she bent over to grab her son’s shoes and sweater she’d dropped.

“Owwww!” Angie yelped. “Hey!” her full lips pouting more than usual. “That hurt.”

“Awwww…daddy’ll kiss it and make it better later.” He caressed the tender spot.

“I’d feel better if you told me what my surprise is.” She purred.

Reaching around her, Brad took the shoes and sweater from her and finished dressing the child. “Now if I told you then it would be no surprise.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Angelina watched him dress the child. He’d taken over so naturally. She loved watching him with the Maddox. He was so at ease…a man made to be a father. “So you’re one of those, huh?”

Picking the boy up and holding him close, Brad bent down to caress Angelina’s lips with his own. “Yup…sure am. Let’s go.”

Grabbing her purse, jacket and Mad’s bag, she followed him out of the jet to the waiting SUV. “Well as it happens I want to take you to lunch. A very special lunch.”

He liked the sound of that ‘special’ lunch. “Now who’s being ‘One of those’…hmmm?” He buckled Maddox into his car seat and stared at the child for a bit. “Man, he can sleep.”

Dropping her bags onto the floor, she chuckled. “Yeah…Madness can sleep through a hurricane. But don’t be fooled. He may not wake during a football game but open a bag of chips or mention a snack and he’ll pop right up!”

“That’s my boy!” Brad opened the door for Angelina, making sure she was settled before shutting her door and moving to the driver’s side.

Angelina waited for Brad to get behind the wheel move the truck out of the hanger. “No paps.” She noted as they cleared the airport and merged into traffic.

“Naaaa, their off chasing some masked bike rider who happened to leave my place about twenty minutes before I did.”

“Smart man.”

“A determined man.” He countered, turning on the radio. “Did you sleep on the plane?” he reached a hand over to caress her cheek. “You look tired.”

Rubbing her cheek against his hand, she answered. “Not really.” Leaning back she closed her eyes and listened to the music. “Too wired, I guess.”

“Sleep, I’ll wake you when we get to the house.”

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Brad’s Estate
Malibu, CA
June 5, 2005

Afternoon…

Sitting up, she ran her hands through her hair, pulling the thick waves away from her face. How long had she slept? She didn’t even remember leaving the truck, let alone getting into bed.

Looking around, she noticed that more than half of the bedroom walls were tinted glass. The headboard of the large bed she rested upon sat against one of the tinted windows. To the left of the bed a set of glass doors opened onto a wide balcony. On the right a set of double doors that were open enough for her to see a dimly lit bathroom. Getting up from the bed she, caught sight of her luggage leaning against one of the large closet doors. Grabbing her toiletry bag she ventured into the bathroom to freshen up.
Leaving the bathroom, she heard voices coming from the open balcony doors. Walking quietly out onto the balcony, she stood quietly watching them, her son and her lover coloring. Maddox sat comfortably on brad’s lap, giggling.

“Well don’t you two look cozy?” She moved to sit down at the table.

Placing his free hand behind her head, he brought her forward to receive his kiss; the kiss lingering before letting go. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Purring she enjoying the feel and taste of his lush lips and would have liked nothing more than to give into the feeling, but a small giggle reminded her that they were not alone. Pulling she smiled down at her son, reaching over she caressed his soft hair. “Well Mr. Man are you having fun?”

The toddler nodded. “Yeah…”

“Good…what are you doing?”

“We’re coloring!” He lifted the coloring booked he’d been using, to show her. “See mommy!”

Taking the coloring book, she looked at the bright crayon strokes. “You’re doing a good job.” Grinning she winked at the child, "Hmmm…did you do this all by yourself?”

The child nodded his head vigorously. “Un huh…didn’t I?” he looked up at Brad.

“You sure did buddy,” Looking at Angelina, he smiled. “All by himself mommy.”

“We have an artist in our midst!” She laughed.

“Well thank you. I knew I had talent but…”Brad joked.

“Oh.…not you!” She swatted him lightly against the side. “I meant Maddy!”

Before he could respond, his cell phone rang. He stared at the phone, recognizing the number. Sighing he reached for the cell.

“Mommy can I have some juice?” Maddox asked, watching Brad reach for the phone.

Not bothering to correct him she nodded and reached her arms out to him. As Brad answered the phone and pointed in the direction of where the kitchen would be. “You sure can. Come on sweetie.” He whispered.

Brad watched Angelina pick the child up and reached out to caress her from mid back to the curve of her buttocks, as he answered, “Hello?” the voice on the line his brother Doug.

“So is she there?” Doug asked without as much as a greeting.

“Yes little brother, she’s here.” Chuckling, “Anything else you wanna know?”

“Did she bring the little guy? You making any headway? Taking her to check out the spread?” Doug railed off the questions like a rapid fire gun.

“Whoa! First, yes she brought Mad. Second the fact that I got her to agree to stay with me, is definitely headway and last I’ll be taking her up to Los Feliz in a day or two, for some alone time.” Keeping an ear open for Angelina’s return he continued. “Anything else you wanna know before she and Maddy get back?”

“No, but Jen called mom again. Thought you should know. She’s really got mom’s ear on this Angelina thing.” Doug winced at the swear words that erupted. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.”

“Sorry. What did she say to mom?” Brad growled out.

“According to mom, she says that she’s questioning whether or not you and Angelina cheated during the filming or not. I told mom that you would never break your vows but you know mom, all she sees is that you’d rather divorce than work at your marriage. Me and dad try to intervene but you mom. She’s on her own trip. Even Lisa and Jules tried…no help there.”

Swiping his hand down his face, Brad sighed heavily. “Thanks for the heads up man. I’ll deal with that later. Right now we have to get through the promotional tour and the premieres.”

“No problem…just trying to look out for you.” Doug felt sorry for his brother. He’d always thought that Gwen had been his brother’s true love and as much as he loved Jennifer, he’d never been quite sure where she’d fit in Brad’s feelings. They’d gotten along and they’d been friends but Doug had never seen in Brad and Jennifer’s relationship, the sweet happiness that had surrounded his and Gwyneth’s relationship and it was nowhere near as passionate as Brad’s current relationship. He’d never seen his brother travel across the globe to catch a woman. If his parents could see how Brad was with Angelina, they might understand what he was coming to understand…that Angelina was more of a soul mate than ‘fling’. They’d realize that soon enough.

“Thanks dude. Talk to you later.” Brad said good bye and hung up. Pushing the ‘Jennifer issue’ to the back of his mind, he went in search of the two at the forefront of his mind. Finding them in the kitchen, he joined them at the counter.

Eyebrow cocked, Angelina spoke softly, “Everything okay?”

Brad lifted the child from his stool and sat down in his place settling the 3 yr old on his lap. He would never be able to explain it but it felt right to have the child there…his mother there…with him. He wanted to keep them safe. Smiling he answered, “Fine…that was Doug.”

Nodding, she moved on, “So, are we still on for lunch?”

“My ‘special’ lunch…that’s right!!!”

“That’s right.” She winked.

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Raffles L’Ermitage Hotel
Beverly Hills, CA
June 5, 2005

Brad whistled as they walked into the underground elevator to the hotel. He switched Mad from one arm to the other, watching Angelina place a black card in the ‘private floor’ slot before selecting a number. “L’Ermitage…niiiice. Private suite?”

“You’ll see. It’s a special secret.” Angelina ran her hand from Brad’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. The elevator rose quickly making no stops in between.

“A special secret?”

“Well someone special. How’s that?”

“Not helpful at all.” Bemused he asked, “Should I be worried? I mean, no one’s waiting to beat the he…” Catching himself he finished more appropriately. “Waiting for me, right?”

Throwing her head back in a full laugh, "No…no one is waiting for you.”

Mad perked up as the doors open to small hallway. He squirmed until Brad put him down, taking off in a wild run as soon as his tiny feet hit the ground; speeding around the corner and out of sight. “Grandma!!!!!

Surprised Brad turned to face Angelina, pulling her back; he mouthed “Grandma?”

Smiling Angelina mouthed in returned, “Surprise!”

Before Brad could chicken out a sweet melodic voice called to them, catching his attention. “Bunny are you two coming in?”

Brad didn’t know what he had expected but the ethereal angel-like woman standing before him was not it. She seemed to radiate a certain peaceful calm that immediately encompassed him with a sense of well being and welcome. “He…he…” Clearing his throat, he shot a smirking Angelina a hard glance and tried again. “Hello Ms. Bertrand.”

Smiling Marcheline moved toward her daughter and Brad. Reaching out she wrapped her arms around her child. Squeezing tightly she reveled in the feel of her baby in her arms. How she missed her, pulling back she reached up and smoothed the hair from Angelina’s face. “I missed you.”

Smiling, Angie laid a delicate kiss on her mother’s smooth brow. “I missed you too.”

Marcheline pulled back a few inches to look at Brad. Stepping further away from Angelina, she held her hands out to Brad who took them gently in his. “Hello young man.”

“Mom” Angelina whispered at her mom’s choice of greeting.

“Well? Mom what?” Smiling up at Brad, she stretched up onto her toes and embraced him and planted a soft kiss on his smooth cheek. “Hello Brad.”

Smiling down at Marcheline, he was amazed at how much Angelina resembles her mother.

Marcheline lead the way into the sunken living room. They group joined Maddox, who was already in the process of pulling out the coloring books that his nana kept for him. “I see that you’ve found your things Maddy.”

Holding up an 'Adventures of Finding Nemo' coloring book, the toddler frowned, “I don’t member this one grandma. Is it new?”

Nodding and smiling down at her grandson, “it sure is. I thought you might like that one. Mommy said that your favorite movie was “Finding Nemo”.

Climbing to his feet, Maddox ran to his grandmother and hugged her legs tightly. “It is! Thank you grandma!”

“You’re welcome baby!” Marcheline bent down to pick the toddler up into her arms.

Moving toward her mother, Angelina tried to stop her from picking the toddler up. “Oh mom, he’s getting really heavy.”

“He’s not too heavy for grandma.” Marcheline nuzzled Maddox’s temple. “Are you sweetie?”

Shaking his head he laughed up at his grandmother. “Grandma, Brad can color too right?”

“He sure can. You can show him your dinosaurs too; they’re in your room.”

Brad noticed Angie’s worried look and decided to try and calm her a bit. Reaching over he plucked the child from his grandmother’s arms and swung him high in the air, flipping him upside down at the same time. “Come on Madness and show me those DINO-SAURS! AAARRRGHHH!!!!”

Giggling the child pointed to one of the open doors. “That way!!!”

The two moved off into the room, leaving Angelina and Marcheline alone. “Mom where’s Anna?” Angelina asked after her mother’s companion.

“She off visiting her daughter, I thought you two would appreciate the privacy.” Marcheline answered.

“You’re always two steps ahead.”

Hearing her grandson’s wild giggles coming from the next room, Marcheline smiled softly, her eyes glazed over with a past memory. “Hmm…I remember you at that age. Only your father could get you to laugh like that.”

Angelina knew where her mom was headed and really didn’t want to go down that road. “Mom...”

Marcheline was not going to be deterred. “Have you spoken to your father bunny?”

Shaking her head slowly, “No ma’am.”

“Bunny, I want you to forgive him…you and Jamie. I’ve spoken with him and now I’m speaking to you. Your father may not be the most compassionate man but he is your father…” raising her hand she stopped her daughter from interrupting. “You’re upset with him and I understand that babe but he is the only father you have and he and I are not getting younger. Both of us will be gone soon and I don’t want you to regret not trying that one last time. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

Nodding, Angelina wrapped her arms around her mother. “Yes ma’am” Pressing her lips against her mother’s soft hair. “Kunoluhkwa” she whispered the Oneida words for “I love you.”

“Ilkel’he Iy’ha et khey’ha yakotunhahehle” I want my son and daughter happy. Marcheline whispered.

“Wakanuhte aknulha…I know mom. Wakatunhahele…I am happy.” She reassured her mother.

Cradling her daughter’s face she whispered, “Hetsnoluhkwa? You love him?”

Nodding Angelina took her mother’s hands in hers and laid a single kiss on each open palm.
“Yes but more importantly shukwanoluhkwa…he loves us.” Angelina whispered back.

Brad stood in the doorway watching the two women. He could see where Angelina had gotten her exotic looks from. While she was at least two inches taller than her mother, there was no mistaking the lush mouth, the thick locks and the cat-like eyes. Both women were incredibly beautiful. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on the two but he’d been transfixed by the lyrical language they spoke. It bore no resemblance to any language he was aware of. Listening to Angelina’s velvety tone was enough to stir him.

Catching sight of Brad, Marcheline waved him over. “Hey gorgeous, come in. Lunch should be up in ten minutes or so.”

Brad moved into the room, stopping at Angelina’s side. Leaning down he kissed her temple. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Chuckling Marcheline eased her body down onto the living room sofa. “I doubt you were doing too much eavesdropping. That is unless you’re fluent in Oneida.” Patting the cushions next to her, she invited the two to join her.

Brad followed Angelina down to the sofa. “On…Oneida?”

Angelina caressed the sensitive skin at the nape of Brad’s neck. “Oneida…it’s the language spoken by the Iroquois people. Mom is part Iroquois and my grandmother taught her to speak their native tongue and mom passed the language down to us.”

“So you’re Native American.” It was more of a statement than a question. “I wondered.” Brushing her hair back he whispered, “Beautiful”

“Thank you.” She blushed.

Watching her daughter respond to Brad’s teasing touch, Marcheline marveled at the change in Angelina. She couldn’t remember the last time her daughter had blushed. Was it grade school…preschool? “Angelina exaggerated; I’ve only managed to teach them a few phrases. Do you share any Native blood Brad?”

“My mom says that we have Cherokee in the family. I have to admit, I never really thought a lot about it.” Brad admitted.

“Don’t feel bad, most don’t. If not for my grandmother I wouldn’t have learned the little I did. I used to take the kids to the Iroquois fairs.” Marcheline reminisced. ‘Times seemed so sweet and innocent then.“

“We loved those fairs. Jamie and I would count down the days until we could go.” Angelina smiled at the memories. “There was always so much to do.”

Intrigued Brad asked, “Do you still go?”

Shaking her head sadly, Marcheline answered, “After the kids grew older and we moved a few times, I just lost track and it just became harder and harder to keep up with the schedule. It’s really too bad, the Iroquois population is almost nonexistent. The Oneida language is rarely spoken these days.”

“Mommy!” Maddox came running into the living room.”

“Yes baby?” Angie stood and moved to intercept the speeding child.

“I have to go potty!” Maddox hopped from one small foot to the other.

“Okay sweetie, come on.” Angelina took the boy’s hand and walked him quickly into the bathroom.

Seeing her chance to speak to Brad, Marcheline charged ahead. “May I speak plain?”

“Please.” Brad watched Marcheline closely. He’d never seen such a serene woman in his life. The air around her was seamless.

Sighing Marcheline spoke softly, “I have always prided myself on not being an uptight or prying where my children are concerned and there have been times when I wish I had been both. There was a time when I lost control of Angelina and she almost lost her life. She may never tell you voluntarily but if you ask her she will not hold back. So I will leave that story for her to tell you. I will however push my nose into this situation. You two are causing quite a stir in Hollywood. I know my daughter and I know her beliefs. Her beliefs stem from her father’s actions in the past, so this whole ‘cheating whit a married man’ I know is nothing more than vicious gossip.” Marcheline paused for a moment before continuing. “My daughter has already been married twice and while I love both Johnny and Billy, they never put the look in my child’s eyes that I see there now. She’s fallen hard for you. Do you feel the same?”

Though he’d been waiting for the question, he was still surprised when it came. But surprised or not his words were sure. “With every ounce of me; I’ve loved her for a very long time and want nothing more than to make her and Maddox happy. I want us create a family, but that takes time and I know she’s been hurt before, so we’re taking it slow.”

“Good. This is not something to rush into and there is Maddox to consider.
Angelina is incredibly protective of that child. She has always been very careful about having men around him. So again her actions tell me a lot about her feelings for you. And then there is this whole meeting. Besides Johnny and Billy, Angelina has never brought a man here.”

“Really?” her words caught him by surprise. “I don’t know what…”

“Shhh…Angelina is not one to wear her heart on her sleeve but that seems to be exactly where she’s placed it at the moment. Which means that you are in a position to either cherish her or hurt her. Promise me this...”

“Sure…anything.”

“That she will always come first…she and Maddox and that you will always take a moment and really look at her before you respond. While her words may not tell you her eyes will always show you how she’s feeling…hurt…happy…anguish…love, you just have to read her. Promise me…please.”

Brad heard the plea and knew it was drawn from heartbreaking experience and maternal love. “You have my promise.” Reaching over he took her small, soft hands in his and squeezed them gently. “I love her and I will always protect her…even if it has to be from myself.”

“Thank you.” Reaching up, Marcheline caressed Brad’s cheek. “You’re a good boy. Angie says you’re from the Midwest, I’m from Illinois myself…so I’m partial to Midwest boys.”

“Midwest born and raised ma’am.” Brad nodded.

“Let me teach you one phrase that Angie should hear from your lips daily.”

“Okay?” Brad waited.

“Kunoluhkwa...it means I love you in the Oneida language.” Marcheline pronounced the word again slowly. “Ku-no-luh-kwa”
Brad pronounced the word a few times before smiling, “Thank you. I’ll make sure to tell her every day.” Angelina and Maddox returned before Brad could say more. Maddox made his way over to Brad, climbing into his lap. “Brad, guess what?”

Hugging the child, “What?” he kissed the top of the boy’s silky head.

“Mommy says that Uncle Jamie is going to take me and nana to the zoo after lunch and then I’m going to spend the night with him!”

“Wow! Now that sounds like fun! A soft chime interrupted the rest of the conversation. “That must be our lunch. Bradley, you come and help me get things set up while Angie and Mad let the food in.”

Standing, Brad helped both women to their feet. “Yes ma’am.” It reminded him of Sunday lunch at home with his mother and grandmother.

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Los Feliz, Ca
Brad’s Estate
June 5, 2005

Evening…

The smooth tones of Chris Botti played through the dark house. He stood silently watching her stare out of the darkened windows. His eyes traced the halo lit outline of her perfectly curved body through the cream cotton tank and peasant skirt she wore. Her long legs bare; sandals tossed somewhere in a corner. She’d walked barefoot through his home all day and the sight of those long delicate feet had kept him in a perpetual state of arousal all day.

He’d taken her on a tour of the house enjoying her questions and sincere enjoyment of the property. He couldn’t remember the last time someone was actually interested in his love of architecture and design. He found her love for antiques not only surprising but admirable. She was everything he wanted and more.

Walking up slowly he stopped a hairs length from her. Using only his lips he nuzzled her ear. “What are you looking at?”

Tilting her head, giving him access to her neck, she replied softly, “Just the darkness. It’s so quite here.”

“Yup…we’re all alone…just you and me.” Taking her hands in his, he raised them above her head and placed them against the window, palms pressed flat against the cool glass. Lowering his lips to her neck, he ran his tongue lightly over the smooth skin. “I missed this.”

Giggling softly, Angelina closed her eyes, “It was only a day or two.”

“Mmmm…are you saying that you didn’t miss this?” Brad growled against her skin before catching a small amount between his teeth. Grinding his lower body into hers he used his teeth, hands and arousal to hold her against the window. Releasing her hands, he cupped one breast, teasing the hard nipple through the thin material. Over the last few months he’d found out one wonderful fact; his Angel hated bras and lord he’d been a happy man the day he found that out. Relaxing his bite from her skin, he snagged one of the thin straps of her tank and tugged slowly until it fell lazily down her arm, leaving the top of one milky breast uncovered

Angelina’s mind went blank. She could barely breathe, let alone answer, but her soft moan answered his question as surely as her words would have.

Releasing her, Brad spun Angelina around in his arms. Sliding the other strap down and yanking slightly on the material, Brad freed her full breast completely. Cupping her breast, he ran his thumbs over the seeking nipples before lowering his mouth to feast.

Responding to the feel of his hot mouth, Angelina could barely stand. Eyes still closed she gripped his shoulders, using him to keep herself upright. Lord this man knew how to use his mouth.

Lifting his head from her breast he kissed her lightly. Finding her ear he whispered, “I saved one special room.”

Looking up into his glittering eyes, “I saw the Master Suite, remember? You got frisky in there and I still can’t find my thong.”

He wouldn’t tell her he had it stashed in his messenger bag. “As special as that bedroom was there is another room.” Swinging her up into his arms, he strode quickly through the large house, moving up the wide staircase and down the hall and into the Master Suite. He didn’t stop, but kept moving into the suite into the master bathroom.

“I saw the bathroom too. “ He stopped in front of a second set of doors that stood next to the large tub. She couldn’t remember seeing the door before. “I don’t remember this.”

“I didn’t show it to you and after the tour we got a little busy and the rest…yeah.” Pushing the doors open with his foot he, he carried her into a large room that held four wide padded benches, two on each side of the room. In the center of the room a large tinted glass cubicle, seeing the chandelier shaped showerhead, Angelina realized that it was a free-flowing Shower. “Very nice.”

Sitting Angelina down on one of the benches, Brad walked over to the shower and turned on the water. Testing the temperature, he came back to Angelina. Kneeling down he began to remove her cloths, slipping her skirt from her body before pulling her top over her head. Standing he lifted her legs up onto the bench so that she reclined naturally. Staring down at her, he sighed “You are so beautiful.”

Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he tossed it to the floor near her cloths. His hands moving to the button of his jeans, he quickly removed them along with his shoes. Kneeling onto the bench he parted her legs, allowing them to fall open, giving him access to the treasure he sought. Drawing the fingertips of one hand lightly along her inner thigh, he brought them to rest a second before slipping one finger between her nether lips, deep into the creamy dampness. Listening to the breathless thighs, he smiled to himself. Mimicking the rhythm he would soon practice, Brad’s finger moved in and out; increasing the pace as he added a second finger.

Angelina felt helpless to do anything but give in to the sensations he created within her body; her hips moving in rhythm to his fingers. Moaning she rose up off of the bench, giving his fingers deeper access. She clutched at his wicked hand, adding to the momentum and held on to the bench with her free hand.

Brad pulled back to pushed a single leg up to rest partly over his shoulder and neck. Lowering his blonde head, he nuzzled her slowly. His tongue tasted, teased and drove her to near madness. Cupping her rounded buttocks, he raised her hips to his mouth. Pushing his tongue deeper into her wet channel, he relished the musky taste of her. Using one of his index fingers, he traced the crease of her round buttocks. He’d enjoyed this forbidden path before and knew she’d enjoyed it. Pressing forward, he slowly introduced the tip of finger. Holding it fingernail deep, he rotated his tongue, pushing deeper until he felt the quiver that signaled indescribable pleasure.

Nearly delirious with ecstasy, Angelina couldn’t hold back the scream that escape her full lips. Head moving wildly from side to side, hips moving against the invasion of double penetration, she didn’t think that she would last. With every deep stab and soothing caress of his tongue and wicked invasion of his finger, she found herself caught between urges of near violence and sweet bliss. With a bit more pressure of his finger pushing deeper and a strong nip on the erect bud peaking from between her plump nether lips…she gave into bliss.

Feasting on her as she screamed in orgasmic release, he wasn’t done. Pulling free he stood up from the bench. His arousal large and far from satisfied; stood erect. Bending down he once again swept her up into his arms. Kissing her deeply, he carried her quickly over to the now warm spraying shower. Closing the door behind them he watched her raise her face to the center spray trying to shake of the last vestiges of her erotic delirium. Raising his hands he pushed the thick, wet strands back from her face before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Cupping the back of his hands with hers, she pulled them down, to twine her fingers into his. Using the strength of his hold, she kneeled onto the floor of the shower. Staring up at him she raised her hands to caress his hard, sculpted chest before dragging them down his chest, to his muscular thighs and back up to rest at his waist. She slid her fingers over him, wrapping them around his ever-thickening shaft, relishing the surges in heat and amazing hardness that her touch coaxed from him.

Brad’s response was vocal…loud as her tongue slipped over the very tip of his shaft, a teasing flicker that destroyed his control, then a soft sucking draw of her full lips as she closed around his hardness and brought him into the heat of her mouth. His grip on her hair was unrelenting; the sounds of pleasure escaping him were unhinged and primitive. Angelina drank it all in, the sounds, his response, his flavor, and the helpless way he drove into her mouth.

She knew she could always give him this pleasure. She knew that she had the power to take away his sense of control, the need he had to make sure her pleasure came first. She could do this if only for a violent, pulsating moment. It didn’t matter. Pleasing him was like ecstasy to her.
Every sound he made, every twitch and shudder he couldn’t contain coursed through his body down into the hard steel of him, nestled in her mouth.

His fingers tightening with the never ending velvet suction of her hot mouth, Brad growled, “Enough…stop babe.” Tugging on her hair he pulled her away. Reluctant to stop, but having no choice, Angelina released her hold on him, standing up to look him in the eyes. Stepping closer, she allowed the rigid nipples of her breast to rub provocatively against his chest. Tracing his lips with the fingers of one wet hand, she reached for the soap with the other. Soaping her hands slowly, she brushed her hips against his lower body, grazing his painfully aroused shaft, smiling at the hiss that escaped his lips. Placing the soap back in its holder, she took his arousal into her soapy hands, drawing them slowly, yet soothingly up and down the velvety steel of his shaft before moving them up his chest to tease his erect nipples. Up and down his arms her hands moved, caressing his neck, trailing down his back and exploring his buttocks, tracing the crease that separated the perfect globes.

“Keep it up little girl. And you won’t walk straight for a week.” He growled at her mischievous grin. Moving directly under the spray to rinse off, he growled again at her dangerous hands. “That’s it! My turn again. Swinging Angelina around, he grabbed the soap and quickly lathered his hands before tossing it back to the tray. Reaching out, he tangled his fist in her thick wet hair, jerking her head back against his shoulder; her neck open to his desire. Planting his mouth firmly against the wet skin, he applied the same hard suction she’d subjected him to.

With his free hand, Brad reached around to the front of her body to cup her breast. Soap smeared over her, a lavish wash of sensation under the ardent sweep of his hand. Her chest foamed with suds as he kneaded her flesh, tortured her with the rub of his fingers as the slipped quickly over her hard nipples. He brought his other hand to the task, making her moan; her body pressing back against his sensually. He cupped both breast in his palms, squeezing and molding the malleable globes to his cupped hands perfectly. He brushed back over her nipples, nipples so hard he couldn’t resist pinching and rolling the turgid flesh between his fingers , even as her cries warned him of just how tender and sensitive she was

Knowing he should stop, he couldn’t. Sliding his hands down to her stomach and waist, he grasp her hips, keeping her against his body with a taunting grind of his pelvis as he leaned her forward so he could wash her back. Soap slid down between them, the friction slippery and slick.

Angelina moaned long and deep, unable to help wriggling into the alleviation of friction. He slid right between her legs, right through heat hotter than the steaming shower, slick lubrication far more efficient than soap. She heard him curse violently then felt his him seize her hips between his strong hands. She wanted to say something…anything, but the only thing that she could do was gasp…eyes closed at the feel of him…at his nearness.

Responding to her gasps, his growl was primal in demand. He found her, breached her, and thrust as hard and as deep as he could. They would have fallen over had she not braced against the glass wall of the shower stall as she had felt his gathering surge of possession.

But at last he was there.

“Brad,” she rasped as his hands dragged her hips even tighter against himself. She felt him inch deeper inside her tight passage, stretching her to accommodate his thickness, scorching her with blinding and intense heat. Brad threw back his head, taking the full blast of the shower spray, absorbing the feeling of the sheer ecstasy of having her body closed so tightly around him…honeyed heat.

Brad withdrew and stroked deep in return, lifting her onto her toes with the collision of their hips. Her cry made her entire body shudder and he felt it in the ripples of response coursing through her body. Grabbing Angelina around the waist, he kicked her legs apart causing her to catch her balance once again by flattening her hands higher on the glass. Bending her further, he gave her no chance to recover before pushing deeply into her over aroused body, increasing the rhythmic stroke that seemed to drive her further into blissful madness. She moved with him, using her leverage against the wall to push back until both were lost in the sounds and moans of the shower and their love making.

He felt the tension building in her through the tightening vise of her body, her frantic pushes against him increasing his arousal and the depth of his strokes…harder…deeper. Bending over her, he used one hand to push the hair away from her ear and neck. Hips pounding, Brad leaned forward curving over her working body whispering hoarsely into her ear. “Come for me babe,” before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

His words added to the shock of the bite sent Angelina spiraling into a vortex of pure ecstasy. Unable to control the reaction, her screams filled the room. Her orgasm was phenomenal, a ripping explosion and loss of control unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He had to switch his hold, wrapping his arms around her stomach and torso as she seized with her pleasure, her body clutching him with velvet steel that was near unbearable. She snatched away all of his control forcing his compliance. She did not stop until he was roaring with release, pumping hotly into her until he was roaring with release, pumping hotly into her until she had drained him completely.

They collapsed against the glass wall sliding down the glass to rest on the shower’s cool tiled floor, Angelina curled into a gasping ball with Brad curved around her, his body heaving with exertion. They sat that way, letting the water wash over their heated bodies.

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Brad stood on the balcony looking out over the dark, the only light coming from the burning end of his cigarette. He should be exhausted after their last round of lovemaking, but his mind was too unsettled. They had a few days together but most of that time would be business related. With the paparazzi stalking their every move, any private time they might have been able to manage was minimized considerably. He knew one thing and that was that he was getting pretty tired of all the speculation and bullshit. Why was his private life so damn interesting to people who didn’t even know him?

He didn’t hear her moving behind him, her arms wrapped around him slowly. “You can’t sleep?” she rubbed he sleep warmed body against him. The contact of her naked breast against his back more than a little arousing. Staring out at the darkness surrounding his vast property, she realized that they were indeed completely alone. The paparazzi couldn’t get anywhere near his estate, the house was so far back on the property.

Taking his cigarette out, he blew the smoke away from her. Turning slightly he kissed the top of her mussed head. “Restless I guess. Why are you up sweetie?” Raising the cigarette to his mouth again, he looked back out at the darkness.

Rubbing her chin over his bare back, “You weren’t there.” Pulling the cigarette from his lips she took a drag from it before flicking it out into black night. They watched the orange glow disappear as it hit the ground. Blowing the smoke out in perfect rings she spoke softly, “I thought you were quitting. You haven’t smoked all day. What’s the matter?”

“I was…I am, just needed something.” Shaking his head at her, he sighed “Just thinking about the next few days.”

“What about them?”

Pulling her arms up from his waist to his chest he traced her delicate fingers, “I want more time with you and that’s not going to happen. Not with the paps chasing us.

“Mmmmm…well, we won’t be working all the time. There’ll be time for us babe.” Angelina didn’t know if she believed her own words.

“You know our every move will be watched. I want more for us than hotel rooms.” Pulling her around, he lifted her to sit on the wide railing of the balcony. Spreading her legs he moved between them. He brushed her hair away from her sleepy face, “so beautiful.”

Holding his waist she looked up into his face, “Hotel rooms aren’t so bad. We still have our privacy.” Leaning forward she planted a kiss on his bare chest. Both seemed un-phased that they were completely nude in the cool night.

“I know babe…I know. I just want more now.” Kissing her lightly more comforting than sexual at that moment. “I want more afternoons like yesterday. I’ve met your mom just once and already I love her. She's just such a sweetheart, so full of love for everyone. I see so much of her in you.”

Running her hands up his chest, she framed his face, “She loves you already I can tell. I know Jamie will love you.” Moving her fingers up and through his blonde hair she continued, “We’ll have our time, I promise.”

Sighing at the feel of her hands, he was reminded of a mother’s comfort. Something he hadn’t felt since moving to Hollywood. How could a woman be so sexual one minute and incredibly maternal the very next? Was it this feeling that made his father and brother seem so settled? “You never talk about your father.”
Hands still caressing his head, she spoke off handedly “I will tell you about my father one day.”

“I know you will babe. When you’re ready, I’m here.” Running his hands along her thighs, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “I guess we’re stuck with the hotel rooms a little while longer.”

“We just have the two premieres and then we’re free.”

“Different hotels again?” he growled.

“Just here in LA. You’re going to stay overnight at the W right?” she asked

“Yeah. You coming over to visit?” he smiled slyly.

“Call me and I’m there. Willing and very ready.” Winking she whispered, “Ask for Shiloh Baptiste”

“Shiloh…niiice.” Up until now, she’d either visited him undetected at his hotel, his home or he’d been secretly led to her room. This would be the first time he’d actually call and ask for her…or rather Shiloh. “Where did you come up with that name?”

“My mom. Jamie and I had almost had another sibling. Mom wanted to name him/her Shiloh Baptiste Voight, but unfortunately she had miscarriage. When I started becoming more of a tabloid mark, she suggested I use the name when I wanted to hide out. So I went between Angie Voight and Shiloh Baptiste.” She smiled mischievously up at him.

“Mmmmm…I take it Shiloh will be checking in Mexico City?”

“Yes she will and she will be visiting you over at the Westwood after the premiere.”

“Damn that sounds good. But right now, Miss Angelina is all I have eyes for.”” Kissing each of her eye lids, her nose and finally her lips, the lips that he called his, “Kunoluhkwa”

Framing his face once again, she returned his kisses. Proud of his use of the Oneida language, her voice full of wonder, she responded “Kunoluhkwa”

Swinging her back up into his arms, Brad carried her back into the bedroom. They had a few hours before duty once again called and he just wanted to hold her and his arms until he had to let go.

Rica

Copyright © 2006-2008 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

Could I Have This Kiss Forever- Brad & Angelina

2008-01-20T16:27:00.001-05:00

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - LOVE IN ISOLATION

2007-11-09T18:53:00.001-05:00

Essex Hotel
Angelina’s Suite
June 1, 2005

10:30am…

“So what do you think Mad?” Brad handed the three year old a set of fine 24K gold bangles. They were thin but each wide enough for a special inscription.

Maddox held the bangles in his hand. Turning each bangle over in his small palms, he inspected each closely before returning them to Brad. His voice full of self importance, he stated confidently, “I like them. They’re pretty.” He felt like a true ‘big boy’. He was helping Brad pick out mommy’s birthday gift and that was really important. Giving his opinion he smiled up at Brad, nodding. “I think mommy will like them.”

Smiling Brad scuffed the child’s hair, his gaze caressing the child’s beautiful face. “Alright then.” Turning his attention to the Neil Lane representative who’d agreed weeks ago to meet him here in New York, Brad handed him the jewelry. “We’ll take these three. I’d also like to have them inscribed and ready by tomorrow. Is there time?”

Without batting an eye the jeweler smiled. “For you Mr. Pitt there we will make the time.” He assured Brad as he carefully packed the fine bangles in their individual suede bags, then placed all in a velvet lined leather case. The man definitely had superb taste in jewelry as well as women. While Mr. Pitt had not mentioned Miss Jolie’s name, he like the entire country had been reading the gossip. That along with the fact that the child sitting with him was none other than Miss Jolie’s son, could only mean that the gossip was true. At least part of it was but that wasn’t his business. The eight thousand dollar sale was. “What would you like to have inscribed on each bracelet sir?”

“Can I call you this afternoon with the inscriptions? I want Maddox to decide one and I’ll decide the other.” Brad spoke quietly, watching Maddox climb down from the sofa and make his way over to his stash of goodies.

“And the third?” the representative asked, his mind scattering to figure out who’s inscription would grace the third bangle.

Glancing back at the representative with a quick frown, Brad’s answer was short giving no room for questions. “I’ll handle the third as well.” Brad glanced down at the child who’s attention was now on the books that brad had brought to New York for him. “An hour from now…will that still allow enough time?”

“But of course. The bracelets are finished they just need to be inscribed then polished and dressed in the keep sake box that you chose. That won’t take long.” The jeweler rose to leave.

Shaking the man’s hand, Brad smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

The jeweler stood and walked to the suites door. “It is our pleasure to be of service to you Mr. Pitt.” There was no need to mention that all would be done with complete privacy.

Brad closed the door and went to find Maddox who’d somehow managed to disappear in the time it took him to walk to and from the front door. Lord that kid was fast. Walking through the suite he made a big show of looking for the toddler, lifting the pillows from the sofa and picking up books and toys. “Nope…he’s not here or under here. Oh my goodness I seemed to have misplaced a certain little boy. Or is he hiding? Boy if he’s hiding, he sure is a very good hider.” Listening he followed the sound of the child’s giggles until he found two small feet peeking out from under one of the suites beds. An idea hitting him, Brad pretended to be completely stumped. “Wow! I can’t find him. I guess I’ll check downstairs. Walking loudly to the door, Brad open shut the door loud enough for the child to hear, then ran to hide behind the sofa.

Peeking out he watch the little boy run to the door. Moving quietly he tip toed to stand behind the child. Grabbing him and swinging him up into his arms, “Gotcha!” Brad laughed and tickled the child into a fit of laughter and giggles. Tossing him in the air and then onto the sofa, Brad performed a fake wrestling move and pretended to pin the boy. “One…two…three! Crowd goes wild as ‘Willie pins the raining champion ‘Mad Maddox!”

Still laughing Maddox remembered the promised movie. “Are we still going to watch Shark Tales?” He asked between giggles.

“We sure are but first we have something very important to do.” Sitting up on the sofa Brad helped the child sit up.

“What?” Maddox stared up at Brad expectantly.

“Well we have to figure out what to inscribe on mommy’s birthday bracelets.” Brad smoothed the child’s silky black hair away from his face.

“Inscwibe?”

“Inscribe. It means to write something. The man who has mommy’s bracelets is waiting for us to tell him what to write on them. So we have to come up with something very special.”

Rubbing his chin, Maddox twisted his lips in thought. His eyes brightened suddenly. “I know. How about I love you mommy this much!” he spread his arms wide showing brad just how much.

Laughing, Brad bounced the toddler causing the child to giggle loudly. “I like that.” He didn’t bother to tell the boy that his arm span probably wouldn’t fit on the delicate bangle. “So you want ‘ I love you mommy this much’ on your gift?” He spread his arms wide.

The little boy nodded emphatically. “Un…huh!” Then stop nodding and began shaking his head instead. “no…”

Brad frowned, “No?” Brad turn the child around and lifted him to kneel on his lap. “You don’t want that on mommy’s bracelet?”

“Un..un huh…no I mean.” The child seemed confused for a moment as he tried to figure out how to communicate what he wanted. “Je t’aime Mak-roe-mair!”

It was Brad's turned to look confused. “What did you say buddy?”

“I want to inscwibe ‘Je t’aime Mak-roe-mair'.” Maddox repeated.

He understood the first portion but the last he was completely at a lost to identify. “What does Mak-roe-mair mean?”

Smiling, the toddler answered easily, raising his arms high and wide, before dropping them. “Mommy.”

Hearing the word, Brad suddenly remembered what Angelina had told him about Maddox’s accent and manner of speech. She’d told him that the child spoke English, French and a few words and phrases of Khmer, his native Cambodian tongue. So Mak-roe-mair meant mother in Khmer. Maddox was truly a special and intelligent little boy. Brad felt a sudden pride in Angelina’s effort to allow Maddox to hold on to his culture. She was an amazing mother and she was doing it on her own. That is until now. He thoroughly intended to play a prominent role in Madd’s development. “Wow! I really like that! And you know what else?”

Maddox blinked wide eyed at Brad. “What?”

Leaning forward, Brad placed his forehead against the child’s smaller one. “Mommy will love it too.”

Smiling the child wrapped his arms around Brad’s neck, hugging him tightly. “What are you going to inscwibe on your bracelet for mommy?”

Brad stood and wrapped his own arms around the small body. He had to leave tomorrow night and just the thought of leaving this child and his mother again was killing him. Shaking off the thought, he carried the child around the suite. “I don’t know yet, but I have to think of something as good as yours. But remember we have to keep this a secret from mommy okay?”

Kissing Brad on the cheek, the child smiled. “Okay!”

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The Actor’s Studio
10am

*For the sake of the story I have set the time of the interview a little later than it was actually taped.*

The June 5th Prime segment of The Actor’s Studio
James Lipton interviews Angelina Jolie…

James Lipton: "Tonight’s guest has received an Academy Award, Golden Globe, Block Buster entertainment and Screen Actor’s Guild Awards for her performance in ‘Girl Interrupted’. In a career that spans only ten years, she has appeared in a Gallery of more than 30 roles in films as varied and challenging as ‘Hackers’, Foxfire, George Wallace, which earned her an Emmy nomination and her second Golden globe Award. Playing God, Gia, for which she received a Golden globe and a Screen Actor’s Guild award. Playing by Heart for which she received a National Board of Review Award, Pushing Tin, The Bone Collector, Lara Croft; Tomb Raider, which earned her an MTV movie nomination. Original Sin, Beyond Borders, Taking Lives, Shark Tales, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, Alexander and Mr. and Mrs. Smith. She is the producer and director of A Moment in the World.. People Magazine has declared her one the fifty most beautiful people in the world and not to be out done, the Swedish magazine `Aften Bladik” has named her the sexiest woman alive.”

“The Actor’s Studio’ is proud to welcome Angelina Jolie”

Audience applauds…

Angelina Jolie: “Thank you.”
James Lipton: “Our goal in this series is to mark the significant steps that have marked our guest’s journey this moment on our stage. The logical place to start is at the beginning.”

James Lipton: “Where were you born?”
Angelina Jolie: “Los Angeles.”

James Lipton: “What name is on your birth certificate?”
Angelina Jolie: “Angelina Jolie Voight.”

James Lipton: “Who’s your father?”
Angelina Jolie: “John Voight.”

James Lipton: “What is the ethnic origin of the name Voight?”
Angelina Jolie: I don’t know…it’s German. I think it might be German.”

James Lipton: “Its Czech.”
Angelina Jolie: “Does it mean anything?”

James Lipton: “It means father of a beautiful woman.”
Angelina Jolie: (Laughs)

James Lipton: “What is your mother’s maiden name?”
Angelina Jolie: “Bertrand.”

James Lipton: “Her first name?”
Angelina Jolie: “Marcheline.”

James Lipton: “She was French then?”
Angelina Jolie: “Well she’s part Iroquois Indian and they were uh…she’s French Canadian.

James Lipton: “Was your mother an actress?”
Angelina Jolie: “She studied to be an actress.”

James Lipton: “Tell our students with whom your mother studied.”
Angelina Jolie: “Lee Stausburg.”

Angelina Jolie: “It’s probably the best advice she got on how to be a parent was from him, because she always…when I was growing up…she…she…every time I was emotional or I was upset about something or anything was going on, she um…she’d have me look at her and she’d say ‘What are you feeling? What are you thinking?”

Audience laughs…

Angelina Jolie: “Isn’t that funny? The method as a three year old. “I’m feeling uhh…”
James Lipton: (Laughs)
Angelina Jolie: “So I grew up very aware of my emotions.”

James Lipton: “That’s evident when you act.”

James Lipton: “The common esteem over the past eleven years of this series is parental separation and divorce. Tonight it just comes up a little sooner than usual.”

James Lipton: “How old were you when your parents divorced?”
Angelina Jolie: “I was about six months old.”

James Lipton: “Where did you live after the separation?”
Angelina Jolie: “I lived for a while in LA then my mother moved to New York for a few years.”

James Lipton: Did you have frequent contact with your father after the divorce?”
Angelina Jolie: “I…I don’t remember a lot…no.”

James Lipton: “But you were close to your mother I assume.”
Angelina Jolie: “Very…yeah.”

James Lipton: “You call her a great lady.”
Angelina Jolie: “She is.”

James Lipton: “What makes her great?”
Angelina Jolie: “She is…uh just the most compassionate person I’ve ever met.”

James Lipton: “She was a product of the sixties, was she not?”
Angelina Jolie: “She was.”

James Lipton: “How did that reflect in her personal philosophy?”
Angelina Jolie: “Uhh..she was…um…maybe a little bit more open with me. She understood me a little…ummm…my mom was raised Catholic and maybe it would have been a bit shocking to have me as a daughter if she hadn’t also experienced the sixties.”

James Lipton: “Yeah. Who were the Kissie Girls?”
Angelina Jolie: (stares at James for a moment) “Oh-My-God! As I reached for the water.”

Angelina Jolie: (Laughing) “Ummm…I…uhh…I was very sexual in kindergarten…

Audience laughter…

Angelina Jolie: ”And umm…and my mom often got called. And I was…umm…I created something apparently…I don’t really remember, apparently it was something like kissing the boys and giving them cooties and a few of them stopped and we started making out and we had to take our close off and I got in trouble a lot in kindergarten.”

James Lipton: “This is a first! Eleven years and you’re our first kindergarten…
Angelina Jolie: “I know…”

James Lipton: Whatever. Now here’s a question I thought I’d never ask you, because it just astonishes me. Didn’t you have ambitions to be a funeral director.”

Angelina Jolie: (Giggles) “un huh.”
James Lipton: “Did you do any studying?”

Angelina Jolie: “Un hun…I did. I did a home site course…(giggles)”

James Lipton: “Where’d you get the…the uhhh…the literature?”
Angelina Jolie: “They send it to you, if you…”

James Lipton: “Funeral services student handbooks?”
Angelina Jolie: “They actually do yeah.. (laughs)

James Lipton: “Questions I never thought I’d ask. Answers I never thought I’d get. Now this intrigues me. How old were you when you and your boyfriend began cutting each other?”
Angelina Jolie: “Ummm. I was fourteen when I was dating my first boyfriend. We live together for two years. We lived with my mom.”

James Lipton: “ the two of you lived…moved…”
Angelina Jolie: “With my mom, which was actually a smart thing because I wasn’t sneaking around. I had my home…my base. So I was safe.

James Lipton: “I understand.”
Angelina Jolie: “Ummm…and it was really because I’ve always collected weapons since I was very little so it was just one night that um…I mean do you really want me to get into this? Because I can.”

James Lipton: “I think our students would like to hear about it.”
Angelina Jolie: “It was that I had started having sex and that sex didn’t feel like enough and no emotions were really enough and nothing really felt like it was…I didn’t feel…like there was always something you wanted to break out of or hit to feel more…be more connected to another person, something more honest. And in kind of a moment of wanting to feel something more honest, I grabbed a knife I cut him and he cut me back. and we had this exchange of something and then somehow covered in blood…my heart racing and there was something dangerous in life and…uhhh…it suddenly felt more honest then whatever this sex was suppose to be, this connection between two people was suppose to be. Ummm…so I went through a period of when I’d feel trapped I would cut myself because it felt like I was releasing something…and it was…it was uhh…it was honets.”

James Lipton: “Did it leave any scars?”
Angelina Jolie: “I have a lot of scars yeah. And since obviously then I’ve found other ways of channeling that and understanding what that is and making use of that thing inside yourself that has that…”

James Lipton: “Where you in therapy in high school?”
Angelina Jolie: “I went to therapy for extra credit for a while.”

Audience Laughs...

James Lipton: “God bless Los Angeles. This is Hollywood. Only in Hollywood do you get credit for therapy. Now don’t you students wish that we were giving you credit? A little therapy and some credit.”

James Lipton: (To Angelina) “What was it like?”
Angelina Jolie: “I found it…uhhh…quite manipulating and a bit simple. But that’s not…you know…there is no simple answer. It wasn’t good for me.”

James Lipton: “When did you decide that you wanted to be an actor?””
Angelina Jolie: “I went to the Strausburg Institute when I was sixteen. I had a desperate need-which I think most artist do- to communicate. You know to feel whatever it is inside of me, whether its cutting…going craz…that there is something inside of us that we want to reach out…we want to talk to each other…we want…uhhh…we want to throw our emotions and our thoughts out and hope that we make some sense or we get an answer. So that was the best way to do it. To just emote and hope that there would be a response.”

James Lipton: “What made you decide to study at Strausburg?”
Angelina Jolie: “My mom.”

James Lipton: “Of course. What did they teach you?”
Angelina Jolie: “You actually have sessions where you’re trying to feel an orange.”

James Lipton: “We’re shocked…shocked!” (Laughter)
Angelina Jolie: “I still can’t feel that orange. But..umm…you know that thing of that smell, that feeling of holding that person’s hand that’s passed away or that…that does make sense to me.”

James Lipton: “Do you use what you’ve learned there?”
Angelina Jolie: um hmmm…”

James Lipton: “What was your first movie role?”
Angelina Jolie: “Serious movie role?”

James Lipton: “You were a human machine hybrid.”
Angelina Jolie: “I was. This is so funny. I did a fantastic B movie.”

James Lipton: “Called?”
Angelina Jolie: “Cyborg 2”

James Lipton: “And was that a happy experience?”
Angelina Jolie: “It was until I saw it.”

Audience laughter...

James Lipton: “Foxfire is based on a Joyce Carol-Oats novel.. I had never seen this movie until I began preparing for tonight. It surprised me…it impressed me. I’m curious to know what you think of it.”
Angelina Jolie: “I love the character. There was something about her that I felt connected to emotionally. I cared about her.

James Lipton: “What was her name?”
Angelina Jolie: “Legs.”

James Lipton: “Legs Sadofsky. In your view, who is Legs and how did you create her?”
Angelina Jolie: “I think every character is a part of you and a part of the character that you are going to evolve into that you are not yet so she was both…she was a part of me and then something about her was something that I admired that I was yet to become.”

James Lipton: “Angelina who knows how to stir up a bit of a fuss, during the promotional tour said that you had fallen in love with someone during the filming. Do you remember that?”
Angelina Jolie: “Un…hmm.”

James Lipton: “With whom?”.
Angelina Jolie: “Jenny. I got very close to Jenny.”

James Lipton: “Were you just promoting the film or were you talking from the heart?”
Angelina Jolie: “No I would never do something like that. No I was…

James Lipton: “Why?”
Angelina Jolie: I thought that she was a beautiful magnificent woman and I didn’t see…I just said it because it was what I felt.”

James Lipton: “Not for its shock value?”
Angelina Jolie: “No…no. I always still find that strange that people get shocked by something like that.”

James Lipton: “The role of Cornelia Wallace made very serious emotional and dramatic demands on you.
Angelina Jolie: “Hmm..”

James Lipton: “Angelina received a Golden Globe for her performance as Cornelia Wallace. That indicates that you meant those demands head on. Do emotions come readily to you in front of the camera?”
Angelina Jolie: “Yeah…I suppose they do. I went through a time as a teenager where I never cried. I didn’t think it accomplished anything. I still am kind of like that…I don’t cry.”

James Lipton: “In life…in life.”
Angelina Jolie: “In my life…I don’t like to cry. But for some reason yeah…maybe its because I need to when I’m acting so I can’t stop when I start.”

James Lipton: “One of the things that you bring to the screen is a palpable energy. You’ve said. ‘ I believe in instinct…something primal. I like to live life in the moment. Our students are taught to work in the moment. Is it the same thing? What does it mean to you...to be in the moment?”
Angelina Jolie: “I think that its just uhhh…just to be who you are. And to feel what you feel and to be awa…just honest…complete honesty with yourself and those around you and…uhh just alive…completely alive.”

James Lipton: “Angelina received a Golden Globe Award, A Screen Actor’s Guild Award and an Emmy nomination for her performance in Gia.”

Audience applauses and shouts...

James Lipton: “Given roles like Gia, ‘Legs in Foxfire and Cornelia in ‘George wallace’. Do you ever find that you’ve become entangled in their lives and emotions during the shoot?”
Angelina Jolie: “Yeah…”

James Lipton: “Or hard to leave them behind?”
Angelina Jolie: “You don’t leave them behind. After Gia, I ummm…I moved to New York. I…I stopped acting.”

James Lipton: Why? Because of the experience?”
Angelina Jolie: Because I didn’t feel like I had anything else to give. I came here and went to NYU and…”

James Lipton: “Studied what?”
Angelina Jolie: “Film making.”

James Lipton: “What was that experience like?”
Angelina Jolie: I kind of got back to the basics of things for myself and got to learn my own taste for things and I went to a writing class and tried writing. It was just good for me to try and collect myself.”

James Lipton: Angelina won the Academy Award for Best Actress in a supporting role for her performance as Lisa Rowe in ‘Girl Interrupted’.”

Audience Applause…

James Lipton: “What drew you to this character?”
Angelina Jolie: “Oh god! I had actually read that book years before and…ummm…when the script came around, I found the book in my library and I realized I had underlined everything Lisa.”

James Lipton: “Really?”
Angelina Jolie: “Yeah…and I knew her.”

James Lipton: “What did you see in her that you thought you knew?”
Angelina Jolie: “I felt that she was…she was honest. Honest in a world where…where a lot of things were not. She could push everybody’s buttons and nobody could push hers. And…and I did see that as a very sad thing. I saw it as somebody who…she wanted so desperately for someone to call her out. To talk to her honestly…to be in her face…so be direct with her, to have a real connection in life.”

James Lipton: “How did you decorate your trailer while you were…”
Angelina Jolie: Laughs… “Oh No!”

James Lipton: “While you were playing Lisa…I peeked!”
Angelina Jolie: laughs “With…” laughs again. “Lots of porn.”

James Lipton: “Photos?”
Angelina Jolie: “Uh huh…”

James Lipton: “Why?”
Angelina Jolie: “Because it made me feel…ummm…provocative and open and sensual ans Transpo loved my trailer.”

Audience laughs…

James Lipton: “This is how you described Lisa: “She lived to big; was too hungry, was too full of life.” Those sound like virtues not sins.”
Angelina Jolie: “Yeah…”

James Lipton: “Tell us about the Oscar experience. What did you say in your acceptance speech?”
Angelina Jolie: “I know I said I loved my brother because everyone lost their minds.”

Audience laughs…

James Lipton: “There is an expression in French, ‘Departe de Bougiosie’. It means to rile up the Bougiosie. I assume that you and your brother did not have sexual relations?”
Angelina Jolie: “No of course not.”

James Lipton: “Okay.”

Audience laughs…

Angelina Jolie: “It’s a fair question because of all of the gossip. But we did not.”

James Lipton: “Yeah…I mean you were implying that you did.”
Angelina Jolie: “I was not implying that we did.”

James Lipton: “Oh…that’s the way the world took it…come on.”
Angelina Jolie: “That is the way the world took it but the world is a little sicker than I’d imagined laughter. I was…I was so…”

James Lipton: “sometimes you are a provocateur.”
Angelina Jolie: “But I’m really not, I mean if you knew me in my life, I…I just speak very bluntly and I really don’t see anything so bizarre about half the things that are always taken in such a…you know, I know if I’m being honest about…and someone asks me about cutting myself then I’m going to be honest. If I say…if I said I’m in love with my brother right now or I love my brother, but the thing was…he’s been that person who’s loved my movies and who’s held my hand through my entire career and…”

James Lipton: “Well sure…sure…of course”
Angelina Jolie: “And it was such a big moment for us. More than about an award. But it became about that for me.”

James Lipton: “I understand. Does it bother you that sometimes you are misunderstood or that the public and the press are often fixated on you? Do you feel that you are unfairly perceived sometimes? Does it bother you? Do you hate it?”
Angelina Jolie: “No, I feel like… the people that…ummm…that identify with me or the people that I care about, actually know what’s real and what’s not. It bothers me more that we live in a world that focuses on certain types of things in a certain way. I would be happy if someone wrote an article about my sexuality or my fascination with different things they consider dark and really analyzed it properly and really expressed it in an intelligent way, then I’d think it’s great.”

James Lipton: “what affect did winning the Oscar have on your career and your life? Change anything?”
Angelina Jolie: “Not really no. I haven’t seen it since the day I won it and I don’t hold on to awards because I think its good not to have them around.”

James Lipton: “You haven’t lost it have you?”
Angelina Jolie: “No I gave it to my mom.”

James Lipton: “Cool!”

Audience laughs…

James Lipton: “What is the UNHCR?”
Angelina Jolie: “The UNHCR is the ‘United Nations High Commission for Refugees. After I started traveling awhile I realized that there was quite a lot I didn’t know about the world. I read the UNHCR looked after 20 million people who were displaced floor their homes and that they were the most vulnerable people in the world. I wanted to learn about it and I started to travel and then I did. I went to my first war zone…the first area where I saw so much death and never again would I think about being self-destructive…or waiting for more or complaining about stupid things or thinking I knew pain ever once I saw them.

James Lipton: “do you have a position with them?”
Angelina Jolie: “I became a goodwill embassador for them.”

James Lipton: “And what I suspect is a closely related subject, how did Maddox come into your life?” He watches her smile softly…

James Lipton: “Time for Maddox…”
Angelina Jolie: “Time for Maddox. When I went to Cambodia to shoot, I was very moved by the country and very moved by these people who had survived so much. And then I went back there with the UN and something just felt like home to me…family to me and it became very clear to me that my son was there or my daughter was there. Somebody was there that was suppose to be my family. I don’t know how to explain it. I applied for adoption and then I went back. Mad was the last kid I saw. He was 3 months old. He was asleep and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep. I thought he was narcoleptic or something.”

Audience laughs…

Angelina Jolie: “And then he opened his eyes and stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him for the longest time and I started crying. And he smiled…and it wasn’t that he smiled at me or that he liked me. It was that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like I shouldn’t be someone’s mom because certainly the world had an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself. Am I going to be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. So we became a family right then.”

James Lipton: “Has he made you happy?”
Angelina Jolie: “Oh…unbelievably happy…yeah. He made me believe in fate. God knows how we found each other but we found each other. He’s my best friend, he’s my everything.

James Lipton: “How did the role of Jane Smith in ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’ come into your life?”
Angelina Jolie: “I was sent a script and I thought it was a really fun read because there…there’s a lot of fun in it…a lot of humor to it that I am still not comfortably with. That kind of comedy. So I was a little shy to do it. It’s a very fun film.”

James Lipton: “Who directed the film?”
Angelina Jolie: “Doug Linman.”

James Lipton: “Who plays Mr. Smith?”
Angelina Jolie: “Brad Pitt.”

James Lipton: “Tell us about shooting the action sequences. There must have been pretty hot stuff going on.”
Angelina Jolie: “The stunt coordinator was the stunt coordinator that did the ‘Tomb Raiders’ and also did ‘Troy’. He realized that his two stars enjoyed action and suddenly this two day action sequence became a three week sequence. We were saying “Why do you have a slide? I don’t have a slide. Why do you have a…I wanna scale down and I wanna go through the glass...” So everything escalated into these huge fight scenes.”
James Lipton: “The moments between you and Brad Pitt are incandescent. Tell us about working with him in this film.”
Angelina Jolie: “It was great to work with him.”

James Lipton: “Good actor isn’t he?”
Angelina Jolie: “He’s a great actor. He’s also a really…really great guy. He’s extremely down to earth and he’s just uhhh…goofy and funny and very good. At the end of the day we spent most of the time competing. We still argue about who’s a better shot.”

James Lipton: “Really?”
Angelina Jolie: “Yeah.”

James Lipton: “Do you like the film?”
Angelina Jolie: “I do like the film yeah. I think it’s a really good film. It works as a film, it’s also funny. All those things a movie should be.”

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New York
June 1, 2005
Central Park

Afternoon…

Mommy and me time…

To the casual eye they were nothing more than a young mother and her small son, out enjoying a carriage ride through Central Park. To the eagle eye, they were much more.

Angelina smile happily at her three year old son as he pointed excitedly at the park sights. She enjoyed her time with Maddox, just watching him discover the world seemed to validate her role in it somehow. She felt a new role developing; the role of ‘mate’. She wondered what he was doing. Mad was still giddy from his morning with Brad, he was still talking about Brad’s funny voices in ‘Shark Tales’ and peanut butter popcorn. The thought of the treat was a bit much for her stomach to take but Mad loved it but Mad loved it and that’s what mattered most. She’d have to get the recipe. Her son’s excited shout pulled her from her reverie.

“Mommy look!” Maddox pointed to the performing mime. “A clown!”

Kissing the top of the child’s indulgently she chuckled, “He’s a mime sweetie.”

Maddox glanced away from the mime to give his mother a questioning stare. “A mime?” he frowned in thought before shaking his little head. “No I don’t think so mommy. I think he’s a clown.”

Laughing out loud, she allowed all the happiness she’d been feeling to escape. Gathering her son in her arms, she hugged the child adding a tickle here and there. “A clown huh?”

At the sound of the high pitched giggles, the carriage driver glanced behind him, never had he seen such a beautiful picture as this young woman and her child. He could really appreciate the moment for what it was; ‘A moment to be cherished.’

Angelina held Maddox as the carriage made its way through the park. She chose to ignore the constant flashes that seemed to prove that no moment was sacred or too private for the media’s intrusion. The paparazzi were out in force now and a picture of what should have been a private carriage ride with her son was now worth thousands of dollars. But did they care that it was priceless to her?

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“Mommy are we going to see auntie Jill?” Maddox asked his mother as the walked down New York’s crowded streets.

“We sure are. Are you excited? You haven’t seen auntie J in a long time.” She squeezed the child’s hand. “You have gotten so big, she might not recognize you.”

The child stopped his eyes wide. “No way! She’ll rec’nize me!”

“Well if she doesn’t you’ll remind her right?” Angelina laughed and tussled the boy’s hair.

Maddox attention was caught by a hotdog vendor. He noticed the large pretzels on the cart. “Mommy can I have a pwetzel?”

Angie glanced over at the vendor. Nodding she led the toddler over to the vendor. “Hi. Can I have one pretzel please.”

Glancing over at the voice, the vendor almost choked on his own spit when he saw Angelina standing there. Quickly wrapping a warm pretzel in wax paper, the vendor handed it to Angelina. “Ms. Jolie! Here ya go!” he waved off Angelina’s attempts to pay him. “Your money is no good here. The pretzel is on the house.”

“Oh…I couldn’t…” Angelina tried to hand the money back.

“Please! It would be an honor!” holding his hands high and shaking his head.

Giving up Angelina put the money away and handed her son the pretzel, prompting him to remember his manners. “Mad, tell the nice man thank you.”

Mad thanked the man around a mouthful of pretzel. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome young man!” the vendor smiled at the boy, but before he could say more, they were quite rudely interrupted.

“HEY ANGELINA! HOW ABOUT A PICTURE!’

Angelina moved Maddox so that he was hidden between her body and the vendor’s cart. Noticing her movement the vendor took up the helm. “Why don’t you get out of here! You’re disturbing my customers!” he yelled at the photographer who’d taken a post about twenty feet away and was rapidly clicking the camera shutter.

Ignoring the vendor, the photographer continued trying to draw a response from Angelina. “Did you break up Brad and Jennifer’s marriage Angelina?”

Angelina kept her back to the photographer and remained silent even though visions of the photographer lying flat on his back with his camera strap wrapped snuggly around his neck, were dancing quite vividly through her mind.

The vendor reached out Angelina’s hand. “Don’t listen to that nonsense.” To the photographer he spoke loudly. “Some people just wanna a story. They don’t care about the truth!” Pointing at the photographer, he laughed. “Here’s a story for ya! Me and my wife got a divorce after eighteen years and I got myself a new girl. You wanna blame her for our breakup too?”

Angelina giggled softly, grabbing the vendor’s attention once more. Winking at the vendor leaned in for a quick word, “You’re a good woman and that Brad Pitt is a good man. You two know the truth and that’s all that matters, it’s nobody’s business anyway.” He waved off the photographers. “Don’t let this madness rule your life.” Looking down at Maddox he spoke softly. “You make sure and take care of your mommy okay? You only get one.”

“Okay!” the child answered.

“Thank you.” Angelina smiled and stooped down to talk to her son. “Are you okay?”

“Yes mommy. “Nodding Maddox continued munching on his pretzel.

Spying an idle taxi Angelina Pick the child up, winked at the vendor and ran for the taxi, managing to make a quick and clean escape.

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New Jersey
June 1, 2205
Home of Jillian Armenante

A little girl talk…

“Soooo? What’s this wild gossip I’ve been hearing?” Jillian asked Angelina. The two women had been good friends since meeting on the set of ‘Girl Interrupted’. Jill like the other women of the cast including Winona and Whoopi had been simply awe struck Angelina’s powerful stage presence. Simply put, the girl could act. It was supposed to have been Winona’s movie but Angelina had stolen the show. But above all that, she was a good woman; one with a kind heart; who was sexy as hell and not afraid to kick a little ass if necessary. She’d give you the shirt off of her back if you were in need of one. Jill also appreciated the fact that Angelina was straight forward and often brutally honest. For that alone Jill would defend her friend to the death.

Angelina stared at her hands for a moment. Chuckling softly, she looked up. “I love him.” She wondered how many more times she would have to admit that to her close friends and family.

Reaching out, Jill smoothed a stray strand of hair from Angelina’s eyes. “Well look at you! Our resident ‘hard-ass’ has gone all soft.”

Smacking Jillian’s leg, Angelina poured herself another glass of mineral water. “Not soft just…pliant” Both women laughed.

Sobering first, Jillian stared into Angelina’s eyes for a moment before speaking the words Angelina knew were coming. “Seriously Angie, do you know what you’re doing? I mean…this Brad Pitt…the Brad Pitt we’re talking about. They just don’t come much bigger than him.” Finishing her own drink, she continued. “Babe, I’ve been hearing some real nasty shit about you and this whole situation. You picked one hell of a man to fall for hun.”

“I didn’t pick him. He picked me, but I didn’t say no.” Angelina answered.

“Angie, reputation wise, this could be career suicide we’re talking about. You…Angelina Jolie walking away with ‘America Sweetheart’s’ man…they’ll call you everything under the sun and then some. Meanwhile ‘Golden Boy Brad’ comes out squeaky clean as ‘boy toy extraordinaire’. Hell even my guy says that Brad is a lucky son of a bitch.”

“You know I don’t care about that crap. People have been talking shit about me since I started grade school.” Angie waved the idea of bad gossip away.

“And what about your family? Jamie…Ms. Marcheline…what about Mad?” she stared into the adjacent room where the three year old was playing with her daughter. The two children were putting together puzzles. “What about that beautiful little boy in there? This mess is going to touch him sooner or later babe.”

Sighing heavily, Angelina answered. “Jill, I have thought about all of that. Brad and I have talked about this over and over, trust me.” Following Jill’s gaze to Maddox. “For Mad’s sake I even tried to stop it before it even got this far. He wouldn’t accept that. The more I said no…put up walls…and miles between us, the harder he pushed until I realized I didn’t want to say no anymore. I wanted what he was offering…I needed it.” Smiling she let out a shaky breath. “I have felt this peaceful, since I was five.”

Jillian watched her friend. “You do pick your battles girl.”

Smiling, Angelina nodded. “That I do.”

A mischievous smile lit across Jillian’s face. “Well since we are on the subject. How is he in bed?” Quirking an eyebrow, she leaned in closer to Angelina. “Tell me he put the smack down on that ass of yours?”

“Ha! Look who’s been watching professional wrestling or is it MTV? And we weren’t on that subject.” Angelina laughed. Jillian was such a mess. But she could always count on her to understand. The two had taken an instant liking to each other while on the set. Angie couldn’t remember having an ordinary best female friend before. But she was happy for Jill’s friendship…she needed it.

Shrugging Jillian continued to wait for the answer. “Well we are now. Sooo…how was he?” Holding up her hands Jillian stopped Angelina’s answer. “I have a confession to make. I saw a picture once, of ‘Mr. Golden Boy’ himself in the errr…all together.” She raised her hands to measure out length. “We’re talking what…six and a half…seven? Damn near perfect in my book. Hell I’m happy with six myself. Six is enough to know someone’s in for a pleasant visit. Six and a half is a visit you look forward to often and seven well…let’s just say seven is a permanent resident if you know what I mean. Anything bigger and it becomes a visitor you dodge like a Bill collector.”

Angelina nearly choked on her water. Putting the glass down slowly; she smiled at her friend slowly tilting her head to the side. “Six and half…seven, either is heaven.”

Jillian broke into uncontrollable laughter. “Oh…shit…you… bitch.” She whispered in a giggle so that toddler radar in the adjacent room wouldn’t pick up their discussion. “So we now know Golden Boy’s got the tools. How is he at using them?”

“I got no complaints other than a difficulty walking at times.” Angelina patted her hair into place, readjusting her hair clip.

“Or sitting…” Unable to resist a bit of fun Jillian decided to poke. “Is that why you’ve been so antsy…can’t sit still, a little sore are we?”

“Uuughhh…now that was truly bad.” She followed up the statement with a shake of her head. Raising her arms high above her head Angelina stretched. “Maybe a little.” She winked.

“Well Brad may look the ‘Golden Boy’ part, but somehow he strikes me as a ‘Freak’ and that’s the kind of man I want.” Jillian watched her friend stretch. Angelina reminded her of an exotic cat, barely tamed. Taking in the black tank, tight jeans and the black pumps, Jillian thought that Angelina had to be the only woman she knew who could make such a casual outfit look so damn sexy. No wonder ‘The World’s Sexiest Man” was hot for a piece of her. He’d very publicly chased her across the globe. “Speaking of freaks, tell me about Africa?”

“Diani…”

“Oh no. I’ve been hearing whispers of a desert tryst in…hmmm… where was it? Marrakech…” Jillian stood and moved over to the well stocked bar, grabbing a bottle of white wine she returned to the sofa. “This story deserves a little spirit.”

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Essex Hotel
Angelina’s Suite
June 1, 2005

Evening….

Brad lay sprawled across the suites large, deep cushioned sofa. He watched amused as the small grumpy clown fish on the large television screen carried on a lively conversation with a large somewhat acid-burned sea turtle. Thanks to the three year old reclining against his chest, Brad now had a new found appreciation for Disney animation. It really was a good movie. The child’s infectious giggles caught his attention, causing him to chuckle out loud. It constantly amazed him that a three year old could memorize the lines of a ninety minute movie.

“Dad! Did you see me? Did you see me?! You totally rock! Slip me some fin…noggin….duuuuude. Jellyman…offspring, offspring…Jellyman.” The child mimicked the large sea turtle perfectly.

Brad laughed out loud once again at Mad’s imitation of the characters. “How many times have you seen this movie?” He tickled the child.

Giggling Mad answered. “A lot! This many Duuuuuude!” The child held up both hands to measure the amount.

Brad laughed even louder. Swooping the child up in the air, he flipped him down on the sofa, yelling in his best ‘Crush’ voice, “YOU TOTALLY ROCK!!!!”

Angelina stood leaning against the entryway wall, watching the two ate play. Moving forward into the room, she braced her elbows on the back of the sofa. “Hey duuuude…it’s time for your bath.”

Standing up on the sofa Maddox grabbed hold of its back to steady himself as he faced his mother. “Awwww mommy…but the movie isn’t over yet! Just five more minutes…pleeeaassse?” The child was ready to make a deal. “I’ll take one as soon as it’s over. I promised.” Looking up, he batted his long eyelashes trying to sway his mother.

Brad turned to kneel next to the toddler, coming face to face with Angelina. “Yeah mommy…pleeeaaassseee?” he pouted a bit to add a little charm to the situation. He wasn’t an A-list actor for no reason.

She could refuse these two nothing, both the man and the boy managed to get their way with her every time. “Okay watch the rest of the movie, then you can have your bath.” Leaning forward she offered him an Eskimo kiss.

“Mommy you didn’t give Brad an Eskimo kiss.” Maddox pointed at Brad.

Brad pouted and batted his eyelashes. “Yeah…mommy, you didn’t give me an Eskimo Kiss.”

“Oh…right.” Leaning down she rubbed her nose lightly against Brad’s. “How’s that?”

Brad let one hand casually slip up to lightly cup the side of Angelina’s head, returning the kiss. “Mmmm…Eskimos are a bit overrated now…the French…”

“You have a movie to finish; besides the French don’t usually like to visit until nine.” Angelina smiled, pulling back; conscious of the three year old eyes watching intently.

“Nine huh?” Brad pulled back to sit once more in his corner.

“Yup…nine.” Angelina smiled and floated away.

Brad followed her progress, twisting his head and eyes as far as he could to watch her progress as she left the room. Mumbling under his breath, “Oh, the French will be there a nine and invading by nine-thirty.”

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“Watch me blow bubbles!” Mad splashed around in the large tub. “I’m really good at it!”

“Really? Let me see!” Brad watched the child blow soapy bubbles. “You’re part fish!”

“I can hold my breath too!” Maddox managed between swipes of the soapy wash cloth his mother wielded.

“Yeah? You know how to do that?” Brad asked the waterlogged child.

“Un..huh!” the child raised each limb for his mother to clean. “Watch me!” Taking a deep breath, he put his face into the water and kept it there for 10 seconds before pulling out of the water. “See!”

“All right!” Brad watched Angelina’s face as she bathed her son. He enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere in the bathroom. He was entranced the simple beauty of mother and child. Angelina’s maternal tenderness stirred him more than her jaw dropping sensuality. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped the wet, wiggling child up as he pulled him from the draining bath water. He dried the child as Angelina gathered pajamas, baby lotion and a pair of Pull-Ups. He was truly enjoying himself as he helped dress the toddler for bed.

“Will you read me a story?” Maddox asked Brad once he was dressed.

“I sure will. Which story do you want me to read? Brad followed the child over to a small pile of books, kneeling down he helped the tot choose a book before returning to the large bed.

Settling under the covers in the center of the bed, wrapped in his mother’s arms, Maddox listened to the story. Brad’s smooth dulcet tones lulled the child into an easy and quick slumber.

Watching Angelina closely, Brad allowed his dreams to take hold of his thoughts; a picture of Angelina cuddling Maddox against a swollen stomach…a womb full of his child. Shaking head clear he finished the story. Closing the book he kissed the sleeping child on the head and quickly left Angelina to tuck the child in.

Dreams…fantasies…prophecies, no matter how the vision appeared, it was his to realize.

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Fall Into You - Soulstice

“Mmmm…” Brad growled into the pillow.

“Feel good?” Angelina asked, she sat straddling Brad’s lower body, her hands squeezing and molding the hard muscles of his back. What had started as a hot oil massage was now turning into something much more. She was learning the lines that ran the length of Brad’s back; from the corded neck to the sculpted hips and tight buttocks.

“Like heaven.” Pulling his right arm free of the pillow, Brad reached behind to run a caressing hand along the silky soft skin of her calf. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d received such sweet attention. “You know, if acting ever falls through, you’ll have an excellent career as a masseuse waiting for you.” Groaning again he sighed, “God you have wonderful hands.”

“Really?” leaning forward she pressed her naked breast flat against the woman, smooth skin of his back. “Am I that good?”

Relishing the feel of her naked, supple breast and aroused nipples pressed against his heated ski, he answered on a groan. “Oh yes…you are that good.”

Reaching behind her, Angelina’s fingers found the curve crease that separated his buttocks from his thigh. She traced the crease; her touch as delicate as the flickering tongue she use to tease his earlobe. “I think I’ll file that away for later.”

Reaching behind, he wrapped an arm around Angelina’s waist and rolled his body sideways, taking her body with him. The sudden move left a stunned Angelina lying face up, her body cradling his. Smiling down at her, Brad whispered. “Now where were we?”

“Massages…” was all Angelina could get out before Brad's lips silenced her. He traced the plump fullness of her sweet lips with his tongue, playing…tasting…feasting before scorching a path along the delicate line of her jaw to nibble at her soft ear. Finding her hands with his, he threaded his fingers through hers and guided her arms above her head, locking them down.

Angelina shivered, her body almost vibrating under his assault. Shutting her eyes, she embraced the sensational onslaught. Pursing her lips, she blew out softly as his tongue continued its moist journey in and out of the pink sensitive shell of her ear. Moving away from tortured skin he seared a path of tantalizing kissed down her throat, his target the tiny pulse beating rapidly at it’s center.

Brad watched the tiny beat for a moment, entranced. Lowering his mouth over the tiny pulse, he pulled at the skin, suckling boldly. Releasing the skin, Brad watched a red bruise appear. He blew on the reddened patch before sucking the tender skin into his mouth once again.

Opening her eyes, she stared up at the softly lit ceiling; her mind loosing the battle on awareness. She couldn’t remember her life prior to this moment and didn’t want to. Spreading her legs she allowed Brad’s lower body to fit perfectly into hers; hard arousal to damp arousal. Feeling nuzzling in the valley between her breast, her gaze traveled away from the ceiling and down toward the blonde head that lay there.

Brad could spend a lifetime right here with her, cradled by her body and it still wouldn’t be enough. He teased and circled one rose nipple with the tip of his tongue, closing his mouth over the aching bud…so perfect. Switching both her wrists to one hand, he drew his free hand down the side of her thigh to grab the back of her knee and pulled her leg around his waist. He continued exploring her breast, venturing down slowly to her flat stomach. He eased his body lower as he went. Delving his tongue into the shadowy cave of her navel, he played with the vulnerable skin surrounding it.

Releasing Angelina’s wrist, Brad grabbed both of her thighs non to gently and propped both legs; one over each shoulder. Holding Angelina in place Brad lowered his mouth to the prize he sought, drawing his tongue along the tender folds of her hidden treasure. His tongue tasted…teased and drove Angelina to near madness. Pushing his tongue deep into her passage he circled the inner walls with a rhythmic flick of his tongue; switching to the unforgettable rhythm of back and forth.

Angelina couldn’t hold back the loud whimper and sigh that escaped her throat. Her hips moved as if they had a mind of their own; a mind caught up in a masterful game of hypnotic passion’ her body reacting to the age old rhythm his tongue created. Reaching down she ran her fingers over his thick hair. It had grown since they’d finished the movie and still, long or short it was the softest, she’d every touched.

Brad’s tongue ceased its rhythm. Wrapping his lips over her body’s deep opening, Brad breathed into the dark wet passage that was solely his to enjoy and no other’s. finding the fleshy sensitive nub, Brad began to suckle as though he could find no other nourishment that would sustain him. His mouth working the aroused bud, Brad pushed a single finger into her waiting passage, moving it in the same rhythm his tongue had chosen. Adding a second finger he continued his sexual torment until he felt the tiny spasms moving through her…her gasps coming in shorter bursts. Pulling his fingers free, he pulled his body up, keeping her legs in place over his shoulders and thrust deeply into her body, pushing himself as far as he physically could. Leaning forward he captured her lips as they open in a surprised scream at his abrupt and forceful entry.

Staring into his blue eyes, Angelina offered herself completely. While her body lay impaled by his, her hands clutched at tensing biceps, and her tongue tasting her own essence upon his caused an even greater furor of desire to slash painfully through her abdomen. ‘Could a person die of too much sex?’ It was worth a thought, one that quickly dissipated as he began thrusting in earnest.

Bracing his knees against the mattress, Brad grabbed Angelina’s hands to keep them from tearing the flesh from his biceps as he thrust harder. Holding them flat against the cool sheets, he allowed his weight and the movement of his lower body to keep her legs high up and in place. His mouth capturing every scream her lips uttered, Brad withdraw completely before thrusting full force into her open, welcoming body.

Withdrawing...thrusting…sliding and grinding, he was intent on taking…marking and conquering every inch of her. She gave in to his demands, her hips meeting his every move. She stared up into his piercing gaze with a slightly unfocused one of her own; slivers of ecstasy searing her brain, her response became simple and primal. With every thrust a breathless moan rent through the quiet air of the bedroom, her moans joining the harsh breathing emanating from his own throat.

Plunging deeper, his hips pumping faster, Brad’s mind was on one track; satisfaction. It came quickly and almost painfully. His body convulsing uncontrollable spilling inside of her body’s muscles gripped and released his. As she peaked, Brad’s lips captured hers, taking her scream for himself, Brad felt as though he’d just jumped from a plane with no chute. His heart pounded painfully and the sound blared in his ears. Bringing her legs down to the bed, he released her hands and lay his head on her damp shoulder praying that his heart slowed before he had a heart attack.

Angelina bought her hands to rest; one cradling his neck the other caressing the thick soft hair of his head. After a moment of stillness, Brad rolled his weight off of Angelina. Turning her body to face away from him, Brad cradled her close, his body spooning hers, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist and the other resting above her head along the pillow. Nuzzling her soft hair, he settled into a deep sleep. “I love you so much.”

Feeling safe, secure, satiated and loved, Angelina gave into sleep’s sweet call. “I love you too.”

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NBC STUDIOS – TODAY SHOW
June 2, 2005
Angelina’s Ann Curry Interview

Academy Award winning actress Angelina Jolie, sat down for an exclusive interview with the “Today” show’s Ann Curry to talk about her new movie, “Mr. and Mrs. Smith,” her humanitarian work, and more. But first she responded to questions that a perhaps overly curious public has about her relationship with recent co-star Brad Pitt.

They are two of America's most beautiful people, as pretty much anyone who has seen one of their movie billboards or magazine covers or caught sight of them in person can confirm. So when Jolie and Pitt were cast opposite one another in the action comedy "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," people started asking, would these two superstars be as attracted to one another as America is to them?

Ann Curry: The chemistry between the two of you — acting or natural?
Angelina Jolie: Natural.

Curry: Why do you think you worked together so well? Because I'm telling you, I'm watching the movie, it just seems you're comfortable with each other in your roles.
Jolie: We did work together surprisingly well, more than I thought we would, because I didn't know before we met if we would actually work together really well, and we had a great time.

They play married assassins, Jane and John Smith — unwittingly assigned to kill each other. It was during the intense shooting of this film that the tabloid attack began. Jolie and Pitt, who was at the time still married to Jennifer Aniston, had to constantly deny rumors that they were intimate.

Curry: You have said, "To be intimate with a married man, when my own father cheated on my mother, is not something I could forgive. I could not look at myself in the morning, if I did that."
Jolie: Yeah, that's right.

Curry: That says a lot.
Jolie: Yeah, well, I wouldn't be attracted to a man who would cheat on his wife.
Still, reports branded Jolie as "the other woman" when Pitt and Aniston separated in January, and then filed for divorce in March. Jolie has repeatedly denied playing a role in the downfall of the marriage.

Curry: Have you been hurt?
Jolie: No, it takes a lot to hurt me.

Curry: Are you being just a tough girl?
Jolie: No, no, no, I've just grown up too much to be hurt by what people's opinion of my love life is. That doesn't hurt me. You know, attack my child, that hurts me. You know, it doesn't hurt me. It is what it is. I'm more annoyed when, because of all of it, I try to take my son on a carousel yesterday, and we've got too many people flashing pictures for him to have a good time. That bothers me. But you know, I don’t read the gossip. But it is never nice to be caught up in a whirlwind of a bunch of stuff and the world feeling they have an opinion about your life and your family.

But with a Pitt-Anniston divorce in the works, the tabloids have turned to asking,

"Are Angelina and Brad a couple now?"

Curry: Why not just say it now and not let anybody keep talking about it?
Jolie: I've never intentionally hurt…

Curry: Why not just say what's going on, so nobody keeps putting a camera in your face?
Jolie: It's not about that. And you and I both know that I could make a thousand statements right now, and it doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.

Curry: People will still…
Jolie: They will. People will say what they want to say, and it's okay. And my life will go on, and I need to focus on my life. So, do I need to defend that I’m a decent woman? I sure hope I don't. I know I am.

Curry: I admire you for saying it's nobody's business when you could so easily just make the paparazzi go away.
Jolie: No, you can't.

Curry: You just don't think you can. Do they scare you, the paparazzi?
Jolie: Do they scare me?

Curry: They hunt you.
Jolie: You know, I've spent the last month in Pakistan and Sierra Leone in places they should be focusing on taking pictures. They're nowhere. You know, I've just come back to New York. I've been gone a month. And so now they're going to get me on a carousel.

Curry: Well, what about this picture for which a paparazzi photographer got half a million dollars. A long lens pictures of you in Africa with Brad. I mean, this is insane. I would say it's inane. What do you say it is?
Jolie: You know, you bought it. You're holding it.

Curry: I didn't buy it.
Jolie: But I mean the fact is, it's part of your program. It's something that we're talking about. Still. That’s probably why he got half a million dollars. That day needs to forever be a day that I made a sand castle with my son. And that's what that will always be.

Curry: What do you want to say to Americans on what we should be thinking about?
Jolie: I don’t have the answer for what anyone should be focusing on. I make it a point not to buy certain magazines, not because I am against tabloids or things like that, but I want to fill my mind with valid issues in the world. I'd like there to be less refugees. I'd like all girls to go to school. That's what we need to be thinking about, and working on making our own families good and strong and our own kids happy. Not to cloud our minds with things that don’t matter.

Curry: I want to know about this stunt in which it appears that you jump out of a 40-story window wearing a dominatrix outfit.
Jolie: Of course. So I happened to get this stunt that suited me. But, yeah, I was a little unsure about something the first time I went down and my coat flew off and I thought, “Oh, I have no pants on. I have no pants on and there's just a crowd of people on the floor.”

Curry: Do you mean no underpants on or no pants on?
Jolie: Yeah. Everything is rubber. So it's just not…

Curry: Oh!
Jolie: You don't feel like you're covered. Everything just doesn't feel right.

Jolie's character, Jane Smith, discovers her husband, John, played by Brad Pitt, is also secretly an assassin, and working for another agency. When they are assigned to kill each other, their marriage turns deadly.

Curry: There seems to be this deliberate attempt on your part to not be …
Jolie: The girl?

Curry: Yeah. The skirt.
Jolie: Yes. You know, I guess because I've done so many action movies, I consider girls to be pretty damn tough.

Curry: You don't defer to Brad in the violent scenes.
Jolie: We were very competitive. And we both said, “Well, if she gets to slide across the floor, then I want to break a window." And I said, “Well, if he gets to throw me across the table, then I better smash him into the … . [Laughs] Yeah, so it builds.

She says the action scenes were actually more of a problem for Pitt.

Jolie: He was uncomfortable about it. You know, the idea that he's going to hit a woman. And for any man, how do you get past that? It's not a comic book movie. I'm not a villain. It's like we're also husband and wife and now we're going to beat each other up. And domestic violence being what it is, how do you make it an action movie and entertainment, when that is something that should never be entertainment or funny in any way?
Curry: Is there too much violence in this movie? Do you worry there is too much violence in the complete film?

Jolie: You know, I don't think so. But we went all out for it. We wanted it to be that. We wanted, you know, every time a husband and wife says to each other, I could just kill you — we thought, what if they really could? What would it look like if everybody just went at it? We think this is what it would look like.
Jolie felt right at home with the guns and things blowing up around her. But she was scared by something else.

Curry: You were expressing some fear, trepidation about doing comedy.
Jolie: Yeah.

Curry: What does that say about Angelina?
Jolie: I don't know. I mean, for a long time, I was always much more comfortable in darker roles, in pain or as a quieter person, and it takes a lot for me to feel that I have something to contribute in a light way. But I wouldn't assume, yeah, I'm that fun friend that everybody feels at ease with, you know? And I would love to think I had more of that, but …

Curry: Is that something you want to be more of?
Jolie: Well, I think, having a kid, you know what I mean — he's certainly made me funny. I guess he fixed that for me. But comedy and action aside, “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” is really a movie about marriage — how what begins with passion can end up stale when partners don't understand each other.

Curry: How much did you draw on your own life to do this film?
Jolie: I think for everybody, especially for every woman, we've had a moment where you're lying in bed and you're thinking about the person next to you, and you think, "You have no idea who I am.”

Jolie says both her own husbands were wonderful men. Still, she says, she could personally identify with what Jane Smith was going through.

Jolie: There was something missing ... that we didn't have the same value for how we wanted to live our lives, what we wanted to do with our lives — if we wanted to be of use to others, in what ways. We didn't have the same goals. And that, at the end of the day, as much as you can have fun with them, you can have great sex with somebody, you can have all that stuff, [but] if you don't wake up with a common purpose and a dream to live a similar legacy, then it's not going to work. It didn't for me. So, this film also came at a time where I've been analyzing what that is. And I know now what it would need to be in order to be married again.

Curry: So, it did teach you something.
Jolie: Yeah, yeah.

Curry: Something maybe changed a little bit of what may be possible in that area for you.
Jolie: Yeah, and it certainly made me think what a nice thing it would be to have a teammate.

Brad Pitt as Mr. Smith: We have an unusual problem, Jane, because you obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being.

Jolie: I kept laughing through the whole thing. We had to cut all the time because I was ruining his takes and falling over laughing.

Though Angelina Jolie says filming her latest movie, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," was a lot of fun, she has found her most rewarding work in real life.

Jolie: To actually feel like you've done something good with your life and you're useful to others is what I was always wanting, and was always looking for.

Curry: You know, it's amazing to hear you say all this, because when we first met, I would say that you were less focused on the outside, on others.
Jolie: Yes.

Curry: And much more focused on yourself. But there has been a tremendous evolution in you in the space of less than five years, since I first met you. What caused the sea change in you?
Jolie: I know. I grew up. I feel very fortunate that I had certain opportunities to have new experiences and have my eyes opened.

Jolie began her voyage of discovery four years ago, when she swapped the glitz of Hollywood for a far less glamorous role — goodwill ambassador for the U.N. Refugee Agency. Since then she's made countless trips to developing countries and donated millions of dollars to charity.

Jolie: I just started to see the world as it really is and it completely shocked me and changed my opinion on everything — on life and my values and certainly my own sense of self.

And that sense of self has embraced motherhood for the first time. A few years ago she adopted her son, Maddox.

Jolie: Becoming a mom, as any mom will know, is just — it's everything.
Curry: Something inside you has changed with this boy.
Jolie: Yes.

Curry: You're seeing yourself through his eyes. His eyes filled with that unconditional love.
Jolie: Yes. And that focus I think you have when you're a mother, where no matter what, no matter what day it is, or whatever craziness is happening — like all this stuff, you know. Get your hair and make-up done. You do an interview. You're all taken very seriously. Then you come home and they pee on you or something. And you just feel like, thank God I know that this is the most important thing. They keep you so focused on just the right thing in life.

Curry: What is possible in your life now is to feel this enormous gratitude.
Jolie: Yeah. You wake up in the morning and you want to do something. You want to work to fight to change things.

Curry: You've been quoted as saying, “I think now if somebody would have taken me at 14 and dropped me in the middle of Asia or Africa, I’d have realized how self-centered I was. And that there was real pain and real death. Real things worth fighting for.”

Jolie: There are some amazing fights to be had out there. And I think that's what maybe I didn't know at 14. I wanted to fight, I have an aggression in me, and I'm brave, and I want to stand up against something. If I knew that I could be on the front lines in protecting somebody, then I would have understood what that fight was for. And, instead, I fought myself and nearly killed myself a lot of times.

Curry: What do you say to people listening right now, young people, who are drinking too much, doing heroin, cutting themselves, what do you say to them about what is possible in life?
Jolie: I would say to step out of your environment. To travel. Violence isn’t cool. Drugs aren’t cool. Death isn’t cool, because when you see it — so rampant in a society that's just killing everybody and there's no choice in the matter, you don’t see it the same way anymore.

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Mandarin Oriental
June 2, 2005
Brad’s Suite

Afternoon…

“Brad!” The small boy launched himself at the man he considered his hero.

“Hey buddy!” Brad scooped the child up into his arms, relishing the tiny thin arms that were tightly wrapped around his neck. “Did you have fun today?”

Nodding the child answered. “Uh…huh! Mommy took me to the toy store!’

Frowning playfully, he glanced at Angelina, “What? Mommy didn’t take me to the toy store.”

Nodding, the child answered. “Uh…huh…yes she did! Mommy said that you got to play with your toy already, so we didn’t have to buy you anudder one.“ Frowning he watched Brad spasm into a coughing fit. “You don’t like your toy?”

Amused, Angelina watched Brad stumble through the loaded conversation, never once offering help…a reprieve…anything.

From the raised eyebrow to the gamine smirk that graced those amazing lips Brad knew that she was enjoying herself. “Oh I love my toy.” Brad’s eyes traveled down Angelina's body, flashes of last night played through his mind. “Oh yeah I loved my toy.” He said to the tot and to Angelina he mumbled, “I loved playing with it too.”

As if he heard and spot on queue, the child piped up, “Can I play with your toy?” Maddox asked innocently.

Two pair of adult eyes bulged and two adult throats coughed. “Uh…no buddy it’s a big person’s toy.”

“But you are supposed to share.” The toddler reprimanded.

Brad scrambled for an answer. “Yes we should always share, but my toy is for grown up boys. You’re a big boy but you’re not a grown up yet but one day…whoa! This is getting waaaay to deep! How about PIZZA?!!!!!” Brad pointed to the dinning table.

Scrambling down from Brad’s arms the child bounced his way over to the table screaming, “YEAH!!!! PIZZA!!!!”

Angelina winked as she moved into his arms. “Smooth” she leaned in for a kiss.

“Toy huh? Oh I plan to play with my toy until the batteries run down.” Brad captured her lips in a searing kiss, teasing her lips apart to slide along her tongue.

Pulling away, eyebrow quirked, she quickly replied. “I do have one of those you know…play with it all the time.” Tracing his pouty lower lip. “It takes four double A batteries.”

“You little tease, I just bet you do.” Brad opened his mouth slightly to allow the tip of her finger in before biting down on it. “I’ll buy you all the batteries you need as long as I get to watch.”

“PIZZA!!!!” the hungry cry of the three year old abruptly ended the teasing.

Laughing at her son’s call of the wild, Angelina grabbed Brad’s hand and dragged him across the suite to the table. “Never keep a hungry three year old waiting; especially when there’s pizza involved.”

Sitting, Brad pulled Angelina onto his lap. He couldn’t’ keep his hands off of her. He held her loosely so that she could serve Maddox a slice of pizza before pulling her back against his chest. Nuzzling her hair, “Mmmm…you smell good.”

“Mommy smells like my cereal! Peaches and strawberries! Maddox piped in chewing a mouthful of cheese and dough.

“Mmmmm…I love strawberries and peaches.” Hidden under the table, Brad’s free hand crawled along Angelina’s legs to lodge snuggly between her denim clad thighs “Especially these strawberries.” He whispered against her neck.

Looking up quickly at Maddox to make sure he was still engrossed in his pizza, Angelina slapped Brad’s hand away. Changing the subject, Angelina handed him a slice of pepperoni pizza. “I spoke to Doug this morning. He asked if we were coming to the post party tonight. I told him that you were leaving tonight and that I’d planned a ‘mommy and me’ night with Mad.” Picking a slice of pepperoni from her slice of pizza, she munched on the seasoned morsel before continuing. “He almost seemed…relieved…poor man.”

“Ahhh…so that explains Akiva’s call. He wanted to know if our not going had anything to do with his warning; wanted to know if we were upset.”

“Really? What did you tell him?” Angelina continued to pick the meat from her slice. “Are we…upset?”

Pulling the mangled slice from her, he held it to her mouth. “Eat this please.” He held it until she took a full bite. “Thank you.”

“Yes sir.” Angelina pulled a face but continued chewing.

Giggling Maddox pointed at his mother. “Mommy says that to me too.”

Angelina licked her tongue out at the child. ‘Think that’s funny, do you?” She reached over and rustled his hair before turning back to Brad. “What did you tell Akiva?” She took a second bite and laid the slice back on her plate.

Watching her lips move, he answered. “I told him I was flying out tonight. That I had appointments to keep before the press conference.”

“Mommy may I have some juice please?” Maddox asked. He didn’t know what the were talking about but he did understand that Brad was leaving. “Brad why do you have to go?”

Angelina made a hasty retreat to the suite’s refrigerator to grab the fruit juice that Brad kept on hand for Maddox. Pouring a small amount into one of the sippy cups he also kept, she wondered just who was becoming more comfortable with the current situation . Was it Brad who now thought nothing of stocking his suite with all things ‘toddler-friendly’? Was It Mad who now expected to see Brad everyday, whether it was in the morning, afternoon or at bath time? Or was she, expecting, longing for and finding comfort in Brad’s strong arms as he wrapped them tightly around her in sleep; loving the sight of him at the breakfast table in the morning?

Maybe they all were. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Angelina grabbed the sippy cup and moved back into the room, stopping short of the entryway to watch the boys play…her boys.

Brad motioned to Maddox. “Come here buddy.” He watched the child scramble down from his booster and dance over to him. Brad picked the child up and settled him onto his lap. “Hey…you know you’re my best bud right?”

Nodding Maddox looked up into Brad’s face. “un…huh…”

“And you know that I love you right?” Brad rubbed soothing circles over Mad’s little back.

“You do?” Mad leaned sideways against Brad’s chest.

“Yeah sweetie…I do. And because I do, I’ll always be no more than a phone call away.” Brad kissed the soft Mohawk.

“But I wanna see you.” Mad didn’t like the tone of this conversation. He may be only three but he knew when someone was saying goodbye.

Brad pulled Maddox up to face him, settling the child on his knees. “I may have to go away to work or visit my house, but I will always be here and available to you. You need me…you have mommy call me okay?”

Shrugging the child answered, a muffled, “okay. Hey Brad?”

“Yeah sweetie?”

“I love you too, okay?” he wrapped his little arms around Brad’s neck.

Hugging the little boy close, Brad whispered. “okay.”

Angelina watched silently as the bond between man and child strengthen. She realized just how much Maddox needed Brad in his life…perhaps even more than she.

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Maddox stood on the sofa behind his mother. “Okay mommy, you have to cover your eyes!”

“Okay.” Putting her hands over her eyes, she laughed, “How’s this?”

Maddox leaned over his mother’s shoulder to peer at her hands. “Ummm…I better help you.” He placed his smaller hands over hers. “There! That’s better. Okay! Mommy’s eyes are closed!” he yelled excitedly. This was the first time he’d surprised mommy and he felt important.

Brad walked in quietly carrying a dark chocolate and strawberry mousse cake, topped with ‘Happy Birthday Angel’ in white chocolate spell across the top and candy cane candles. Sitting the cake on the coffee table, he began lighting the candles. “Keep your eyes closed…no peeking. Come here Mad.”

The child scrambled down from the sofa and rushed over to Brad’s side. “What’s that?” he pointed to a tall skinny stick. It didn’t look like a candle.

“You’ll see.” He watched the boys eyes bulge as he lit the sparkler.

Mad jumped up and down screaming. “WOW!!!”

Brad laughed at the toddler. “Okay Angel, open your eyes.” He watched a second pair of eyes widen in pure happiness and knew that this moment would always remaining his heart and mind. “Come on Mad, hit it!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MOMMY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” They both sang at the top of their lungs.

She sat almost enraptured, the candles and sparkler hypnotizing her so deeply, she didn’t notice the tears forming in her eyes until her vision became blurry. Pulling her glance away from the cake she stared up at the boy and man who meant so much to her. She didn’t think that she could be happier, but this man always managed to out do himself. Maddox caught her attention.

“Blow out the candles mommy!” holding up his hands. “But not the sparkles okay?”

Nodding Angelina laughed. “Gotcha!”

“Don’t forget to make a wish!” Brad added.

“Yeah mommy! You gotta make a wish!” Maddox added, watching the sparkler, hoping that it didn’t go out before she made her wish.

“Oh yeah right!” holding hair to her neck, she closed her eyes, made a wish then blew out the candles.

“Yeah!” Maddox clapped his hands. “May I have the sparkle please?”

Brad handed the child a sparkler. “Be careful.” He watched the child stare at the sparkler in wonder; another moment for him to savor and archive. Turning back to Angelina, “Time to cut the cake.”

Angie watched Maddox for a second more before taking the knife and cutting three slices. “I can’t believe you did this…that you remembered.” Holding her hand out to the child she pointed to the sparkler. “Thank you.” Taking the reluctantly offered sparkler from the child she handed him a slice of cake.

Maddox looked from the cake to the sparkler as if trying to make up his mind. The sparkler was cool, but the cake…well that was cake, but…”I can have it back when I’m finished right?”

Nodding Angelina scuffed his long Mohawk. “Yes you may have it back when you’re done.”

Grabbing a plate Brad moved to the corner of the sofa, leaving one leg stationary and swinging the other up onto the cushions. Settling in he pulled Angelina back to sit between his legs. Offering her a morsel of cake, he watched her lips pull the cake from the fork before taking a piece for himself. “Absolutely delicious.”

Maddox attacked his slice of cake with all the three year old gusto his little body could muster. “Mommy do you like your birthday cake?”

“I sure do and its chocolate! My favorite!” staring up in wonder, she giggled, “I wonder how the baker knew I like chocolate.”

“Weeelll, I helped. I told Brad that you really…really like chocolate.” Seeing a crumb on the side of his plate, the child shoved it quickly into his cake filled mouth. “I helped with everything!” looking at Brad, “right Brad?”

“You sure did buddy!” Winking at the child he continued on, “I couldn’t have done any of it without you!”

Angelina laughed and accepted another bite of cake from Brad’s hand. Resting her head back against Brad’s chest, she watched Brad gesture to the child and watched the toddler dodge behind the sofa and reappear with a small gift bag. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!!!”

Angelina stared at the silver gift bag before glancing back at the man who held her safely against his chest. “Brad…?”

Brad put the saucer on the cocktail table. “Happy Birthday Angel.”

Angelina took the bag from Maddox. Digging through the deep blue tissue paper, Angelina pulled a small sterling silver box tied with blue and silver satin ribbon from the bag. Pulling the ribbon from the box, she opened it to find a set of three 24KT gold bangles; each inscribed. Taking her time she read each inscription out loud. “Je t’aime Mak-roe-mair’ oh Mad, thank you sweetie!”

“You like it?” The child asked. His eyes wide with the anticipated answer.

Angelina gathered him into a hug, kissing him she answered. “I looove it! And I love you! Thank you!” she turned the beautiful piece over and over in her hand. “Did you think of the words yourself?” Opening her arms, she allowed the child to climb happily onto her lap.

“Brad helped!” he chimed. “Here mommy let me put it own for you.” The child carefully slid the bracelet onto his mother’s delicate wrist.

Brad laughed. “I don’t know…this little guy here is quite smart. He gave me a crash course on Khmer.”

Angelina pulled the second bangle out of the box and read the inscription. “You’ve opened my eyes, freed my soul and captured my heart.” She read the inscription once more to herself before leaning her head back against Brad's shoulder to gaze into his face. Running her tongue over her bottom lip, she smiled before leaning in for a kiss. “Thank you,” caressing his lips with her own.

Mindful of the little eyes staring at them, Brad ended the kiss sooner than he would have liked. Pulling back he spoke softly against her temple. “There’s one more.” As Mad had done with the first bangle, Brad slid the second onto her wrist, kissing the tiny pulse quickly before the bracelet covered the fine vein.

Angelina returned her attention to the box once more. There was one last bangle. Pulling it from the box, she handed the box and wrappings to Maddox. “Can you hold this for me?” At his nod she turned to the third bangle and read the inscription. “No mother loves her child more or is prouder I am of you my bunny.” Angelina’s voice broke as she whispered, “Oh…mom.” Turning to face Brad again, she spoke, her voice full of emotion. “Thank you…so much.”

Angelina’s reaction was worth all the secrecy and frustration that surrounded their life. Three simple bangles and her eyes could have lit up Manhattan. She was priceless and she was his.

“Mommy can we watch ‘Groove’?” Maddox had finished his cake and was in the process of eyeing his mother’s slice. But he knew the answer would be ‘no’ so he decided on a movie instead. “Please mommy?”

Brad frowned, “Groove?”

“I’ll think about it while I get my hug.” Angelina winked at the child

The child launched himself backwards into his mother’s arms twisting around to kiss her at the same time. “You can give me your cake if you don’t want it mommy.”

“I bet I can…” she laughed, sharing her attention between her two men was becoming easier and just as fulfilling. “He means ‘The Emperor’s New Groove’, “ she supplied.

Brad nodded, “Gotcha” Nuzzling Angelina’s hair, he placed a kiss on her temple, “I like Krunk myself.”

Laughing Angelina cuddle the toddler close, kissing his soft hair. “I don’t know, I’m partial to Yzma myself. She got that whole ‘bad girl’ thing sewn up and you know I love a good bad girl.”

Maddox followed the conversation as only a three year could-picking out what interested him the most. “You like the ‘Groove’?” at Brad’s nod the child bounced up and down, quoting his favorite line. “Beware the groooove.” Falling back in laughter the child sobered for a moment. “Mommy pleeeaasse?”

Brad joined in, thankful for all the movie nights he’d sat through with his nephews and nieces. “Yeah mommy pleeaassee?” finding a stray strand of her hair, he began twirling it around and through his fingers. “Please?”

Shaking her head she Eskimo kissed Maddox. “Alright, ‘The Groove’ it is.”

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Nap Time…

Brad grabbed the remote and shut the TV off. Looking down at Angelina, who lay half asleep across his chest and Maddox who lay completely unconscious, sprawled across hers. “I thought he’d be riding that chocolate for the rest of the day.” Sliding his body from beneath Angelina’s, he stood and stretched. “I think it is definitely time for a nap.” Reaching down he helped Angelina stand as she cradled Maddox against her shoulder. “Let me put him down.”

Angelina handed the sleeping child over to Brad. “He’s all yours.”

Brad took the boy in one arm, leaning him against his shoulder. Holding his free hand out to her, he took both her hands in his and led her down the hall to one of the suite’s extra bedrooms, where he put the sleeping child to bed. Pulling the child’s jeans off he left the toddler comfortable in his t-shirts and underwear.

“He didn’t use the potty before he fell asleep. We need to put a Pull-up on him. “ Brad left the room quickly returning with the disposable underwear.

Angelina quickly and gently swapped Maddox’s underwear for the Pull-up, moved him to the center of the bed and smoothed his hair away from his face without waking him.

Brad watched her cover the child. Taking her hand he pulled her into his arms to capture her lips in a gentle but seeking kiss. “Nap time is what…two…three hours?”

Returning the kiss, she answered, “If we’re lucky four. He’s had a busy day thanks to his hero.”

Cradling her small waist between his large hands he slowly backed her out of the room, down the hall and into the master suite and shut the door, growling “Good!” he pushed her body against the closed door and grabbed the bottom of her tank. Brad pulled it up and over her head in one tug. Tossing it to the floor, he lifted his arms so that she could return the favor, tossing his t-shirt down to the floor next to her tank.

Her palms slid over his bare chest, her fingers splayed wide to taking as much of his skin as she could. She traced ever ripple, every defined muscle, aching for him. Her hands moving lower to unzip his jeans. She watched as Brad finished her handy work by kicking the pants off and concentrates on helping her out of her jeans. “We’re not going to make it to the bed.” She breathed as his fingers ventured into the dark secrets he’d uncovered.

“Somebody’s soooo fuckin’ wet.” Brad pressed his body into hers, trapping her snuggly between his body and the door, his eyes boring into hers, he whispered against her lips, “we don’t need a bed.” His palms slid lightly over her bare skin, tracing the delicate lines of her bones and soft plush curves of her breasts. His breath as he cupped the soft weight in his hands, his thumbs stroking her nipples. Watching the dark rose tipped nipples peek between his fingers for a second before lowering his head to take the aroused bud into his mouth. Licking then nibbling on the sensitive bud, he finally closed his mouth around it and gently bit down.

She felt the first shuddering spasm coil deep inside her. When he moved to the other, Angelina lost all coherent thought; her mind wandering in the abyss that was pure pleasure. A pleasure so perfect it bordered on pain. With ever pull of his lips her mind and body sought the path that led to mindless fulfillment.

Leaving her breast he returned to her lips once more. Bending his knees slightly to ease inside her. He tasted her sudden cry of pleasure as he drove upwards. Pure…sharp…white hot rapture assailed their senses head on.

He held her pinned hard against the door like a sacrificial lamb to the god of canal pleasure. He wondered if he could keep her permanently captive for his pleasure.

The enormous power of his body engulfed her, aroused, tantalized and lured her. She wanted to be where. She couldn’t think of anywhere else she wanted to be at that moment then between the hard door and Brad’s hard body. “Please…” She whispered against his lips, almost whimpering as he drew away to adjust her hips to absorb the solid rocking of his lower body. “Brad…Brad...” She wanted to hear and taste the sound of his name on her tongue, as if just the sound was enough to bind their souls forever.

The sound of his name on her lips sent him into rapturous ascension. Forcing himself deeper, he held himself hard inside her, an unknown violence compelling him as if savage penetration somehow appeased the seemingly unquenchable desire he had for this woman. He’d never experienced this ferocious intensity with other women. This woman was an addiction. One he didn’t think he could live without.

“Why can’t we…stay...here…like…this?” Angelina sighed, almost delirious from the explosive pleasure intent on prolonging the sumptuous gliding sensation...totally absorbed in the intoxicating flu and flow.

“Mmmm…here?” Brad whispered, moving deep inside her so she whimpered-a cute overload assaulting her quivering senses, “how about here?” he asked in a throaty growl, lifting her under the arms so her feet completely left the ground, so his legs had better leverage.

Brad captured her lips again, as his rhythm increased the momentum of his hips, pushing her into the embossed wood of the door. She felt nothing but the peaking rapture that wrapped itself around every nerve of her body, forming a vice grip around her brain. She could do nothing but respond in the most hedonistic way.

Clutching at Brad’s shoulder, Angelina raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Forcing her head back against the door…eyes closed…mouth open…tongue braced against the corner of her upper lip. Her body held captive by desire, accepted his long hard strokes. The driving force increasing in tempo; she couldn’t catch her breath; he couldn’t think beyond the pursuit of climax, he tipped the scales between violence and pleasure. His and her need for erotic fulfillment bordered on violence.

Orgasmic ecstasy burst over them like a hot…sticky storm cloud of satisfaction. Breathing fast and hard, Brad gave into release; exploding into her demanding body. Surrendering to the pulsing insistence of Brad’s pounding arousal, Angelina peaked into convulsing ecstasy.

He held her still, his head against her breast. She held him; her hands caressing his sweat licked back. After a few moments rest, Brad carried Angelina to the large waiting bed with its cool welcoming sheets. “Now we need the bed and a nap.” Settling in, he held her; his body spooning hers. “I want to show you my home.”

Smiling Angelina kissed the forearm that curved across her shoulders. “Mmmm…you have more than one.”

Chuckling softly, Brad nuzzled Angelina’s thick, soft hair; inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. “I want you to see them all, but let’s start with a tour of the home I’m building in Los Feliz.”

“We’re going to be busy working over the next few days.”

“We won’t be working the whole time.”

“Brad…”

“I’m serious.” Nuzzling her ear and neck, he began the art of seduction. “Where are you and Mad staying?”

With every nudge of his lips and nose, Angelina was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. “Ummm….we….ahhhh…we are staying at the Bel…Bel…Air.”

“Stay with me instead.” His nudging became more instant, his tongue and mouth teasing…tasting and sucking as he nursed a sensitive section of her neck. “Please…sweet…Angel…stay with me.”

“We’re already…mmmmm…booked…please.” Wrapping her hand behind his head she pushed his mouth deeper into her neck.

“So?” he punctuated each word with a soft moist kiss. “Keep…your…reservation…and…stay…with…me.” Brad ran the backs of his fingertips lightly over the curve of her already overly sensitized breast. “Please…” he pressed his hardening arousal against the tight crease of her buttocks. He could spend a life time making love to this woman…dying between her soft thighs. “I need you so much.”

She didn’t want to say no. she couldn’t say. Hell! She wasn’t sure she could say anything but, “okay.” The feel of him moving against her bottom brought visions of a tent in the Moroccan desert. She would give this man anything he asked for and she would give it happily. “We’ll…stay…”

Opening his hand around her breast he molded the supple flesh, drawing his knee up between hers separating her thighs; thighs still wet from him. Trailing fingers over her breast, down her stomach he moved into the damp manicured curls that covered the delicate flesh he craved. Tracing the lips his fingers found he inserted one gently into the hidden wet opening he found waiting for his attention. Using his free hand to pull her face up to his he took her lips forcefully, pushing his arousal into the forbidden territory he’d tasted only once. Now wasn’t the time for such intense love making, he needed and empty house to catch her screams of desire and hours to induct her once again into the complete surrender.

Soon they would be free to be together and the clandestine meetings would be no more…soon…

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Good Bye Again…

He stopped at the door to the suite. Dropping his large leather satchel, he turned and walked back into the dark bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he watched the small child sleep in utter abandonment. His arms thrown above his head and the covers twisted around his little body. Brad gently picked the sleeping child up into his arms and sat for a moment cradling Maddox’s small body in his arms. How many times was he supposed to leave this child and his mother behind? The separation tore more and more of his heart out each time. While he, Angie and Mad suffered, the world jovially moved on.

Sighing he kissed the child’s forehead and lay him back down on the bed. He straightened the covers around Maddox and pulled his arms down under the blanket. Smoothing the child’s hair back, he kissed him one more time before leaving the room quietly and making his way down the hall to the master suite. As he’d done before, he moved to the large bed and eased down to the bed to watch the woman…his woman sleep. Leaning down he kissed the lips that haunted his dreams; plump, moist and soft. Even after spending the last four and a half hours making love, he still needed her. Bracing his arms on either side of her he moved quietly over and simply lay his body on her sheet covered on, his head cradled against her breast.

The sudden weight woke her. “Hey…I thought you left already.” She wrapped her arms around him, embracing him and kissed his hair, shoveling it back. “Your hair is getting so long.” She whispered.

“Mmmmm…I know. I have an appointment to get it cut tomorrow.” Lifting his head he stared into her eyes. “I don’t wanna get on that plane by myself.”

“Babe…” she traced his jaw line, “I want…I wish we could go but you know better than that…”

“I know, but I just don’t wanna go. Not if it means leaving you and Maddox here.” He turned his face into the soft warm comfort of her palm. In that moment his desire for her ran from carnal to simply wanting her to envelope him in her maternal blanket. “I don’t wanna go. Let’s just go away.”

Angelina laughed softly, “Ohhhh...now that sounds like heaven, but we do have contractual obligations to uphold.” Lifting his head to hers, she placed a sweet kiss on his forehead, a second kiss on his nose, a third and fourth kiss on each eye, and the final kiss she laid upon his lips. “It’s time for you to go babe. We’ll be there on the fifth…not that far away. We’ve been separated for a lot longer before.”

Brad simply wrapped her in his arms and held on tightly.

Pulling back so that she could see his face, she spoke softly but firmly. “You have to go now. I’ve already cried myself to sleep after the first good bye tonight. Now you’re going to make me start all over again.” She kissed him one last time. “I love you babe.”

Returning her kiss, he pushed himself up from the bed. Running the pad of his thumb over one high cheek bone he caught a stray tear. “I love you too babe.” His baby hated to cry but he would be lying if he didn’t admit a perverse satisfaction in the fact that she cried for him. Glancing once more at her he backed out of the suite. “Don’t get caught here.”

“We won’t. We’re leaving in a few hours, once the hotel quiets a bit.” She didn’t add that she wanted to lie in his bed a little longer, that she wasn’t ready to give up his smell. She and Mad would return to their hotel the same way they’d arrived at his; in secret.

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20,000 feet…

Brad watched the city shrink, becoming smaller and smaller as the plane flew further away from the city that now held the most beautiful memories and the two most important people in his life. He missed them already and he’d just left them two hours ago.

Nothing was fair about this. His marriage had ended and he’d found a new hope. He’d done nothing wrong neither had Angelina and already the world was painting her as the guilty party, while he and Jennifer seemed almost untouched. Angelina was the most forthright of the three and she was taking the heat!

The world’s Sexiest, strongest most compassionate and beautiful woman was his and a part of him wanted to shout it proudly to the world! But there was the larger part that just wanted to spirit her and Maddox away and keep them for himself.

Leaning his head back against the headrest of his seat, he closed his eyes and replayed his time in Manhattan. No matter the choice, it was his and his alone to make.

Copyright © 2007 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

Fantasy

2007-09-18T22:49:00.000-04:00

The fantasy world of Brangelina is their reality. They're each others fantasies. They cant stop smiling, looking and feeling each other!!

From: ema508

We Are Beautiful

2007-07-27T17:32:00.001-04:00

From: PreggyJolie
"I usually dont do requests but this girl writes a hell of a story."
"We're beautiful" is for Rica. Hope u enjoy"

Umbrella Brangelina

2007-07-23T00:01:00.001-04:00

Umbrellla is a song about strong friendships and love

The message of the song speaks for 2 people or more
It shows the strong bond 2 people may have for each other no matter how hard things may get they will be together as friends or lovers and when one friend needs help the other will be there to help them thats why she says "When the sun shines we shine together,told you i'll be here forever said that i'll alwawys be your friend talkin about i'll stick it out till the end now that it is raining more than ever no that we still have eachother you can stay under my umbrella"

Rain is the bad things in life and the umbrella is the shelter to help that friend from harm u get it I used it with brad and angie because of brad's issue with his ex and the tabloids judging him I always thought that angie was his guiding light and person thatt caught him when he fell and vis versa with her mom dying.

From Preggy Jolie

For Rica Hollywood

2007-07-22T23:23:00.001-04:00

From: ell2006

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - LET THE CIRCUIT & SECRETS BEGIN

2006-12-10T20:29:00.000-05:00

May 31, 2005
Manhattan
Prime Time Studios

Earlier in the day…

*Half of the interview was done back in April, during Pitt’s visit to Kenya and the infamous Diani Beach vacation. The other half was taped once Pitt returned to the states for the publicity junket.*

The June 7th Prime Time- Special Edition
Diane Sawyer interviews Brad Pitt…

“Good evening and welcome to this special edition of Primetime Tonight.”

“Brad Pitt”

Diane Sawyer:

“You probably can’t find anyone who hasn’t heard of Brad Pitt. He’s had quite a year; the end of his marriage, the new movie and the new costar. And we’ll have more on that in the course of the hour.”

“But if you’re wondering what any of this has to do with Africa, well, Pitt said if he’s going to go public, he also wants to talk about something close to his heart. The people who live in poverty in Africa, and the stories that have changed his life. By now, it’s in the news, the next month; the eight leaders of the richest countries on earth are going to decide whether to fund a bold new plan for Africa. “And supporters argue it’s a unique moment of opportunity to do what the US did for Europe after World War II. Education, healthcares, self-reliance and building democracy along the way. I’ve been reporting on the problems in Africa for two decades but tonight, Brad Pitt will take us on a journey from his life in Hollywood to a world an ocean beyond.”

…

Brad Pitt: “Though we may be created equal, we certainly aren’t born equal. I think it’s ambitious…I think it can be done. We have the potential to end poverty in our time. We could be living in that era. Man…what is more exciting than that.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Brad Pitt, a giant star in a country where people can have so much, is rallying support for children, a world away, children who dream of getting a single schoolbook or piece of bread, or a chance at life. Brad is asking others to join him in the ONE campaign. The campaign has united Hollywood and Christian conservatives.”

Brad Pitt: “In ten years we can half extreme poverty. In twenty we can end it.”

Diane Sawyer: ”And what was it you saw that you could do?”

Brad Pitt: ”I guess, shine some light on it. I mean I can’t get out of the press…these people can’t get into the press. So let’s redirect the attention a little bit.”

Diane Sawyer: “Why should we listen to celebrities?”

Brad Pitt: ”I don’t know that we should. I’m very uncomfortable sitting here. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m…I don’t think people should listen to me. I’m hoping the images will speak for themselves.”

Diane Sawyer: "So we set out together first to Ethiopia. One of the poorest nations in the world. It’s Pitt’s second trip there. They are waiting for him. The minute he starts walking down the street, the children gather with excitement. Why are they so excited? These kids have no idea who Brad Pitt is. When I asked them, they say he’s someone who’s come to help the children. He told them his name is Dabao."

Brad Pitt: Last time I was here, I told them my name was Brad and they kept thinking I was saying bread and Dabao is bread.

Diane Sawyer: It is a part of the world where people are trying to survive on less money per day than Americans spend on a morning cup of coffee. There’s a ram pet infection, open ditches full of sewage but the One Campaign says education can change all this and we don’t know it, the kids who live here sure do.

Brad Pitt: "We don’t understand not being able to put our children in school. They are trying to get out of school.

Diane Sawyer: "And yet, a cost of sending a child to school is?"

Brad Pitt: Sixteen dollars.

Diane Sawyer: For?

Brad Pitt: A year. That’s tuition, uniform and books. Which could make our break… their lives.

Diane Sawyer: Right away, Pitt wants to check back in on two girls he met on his first trip five months ago. They are orphans. Both of their parents died of AIDS. They live alone. Hannah, 13, Montpelier, age 11."

Brad Pitt: "So good to see you."

Diane Sawyer: ”A room with a fire for cooking their soul nutrition is bread. Look! How beautiful! Thank You. In our honor, some of the neighbors help bake a big loaf of bread with pepper.”

Brad Pitt: “It’s beautiful.”

Diane Sawyer: “Mintemier says she wants to be an engineer. Hannah, a doctor. Her favorite subject?”

Hannah: ”Biology.”

Diane Sawyer: ”A relief organization has given the two girls the $16 they need for school. And no matter how much her stomach is growling, how little light her concrete had, Hannah studies as if her life depends on it.”

Woman: “During the night, up to 2 o’clock in the morning.”

Brad Pitt: “You’re going to make a good doctor!”[Hannah coughs]

Diane Sawyer: “Then we hear a cough. Mintemier’s face says it all. Something is wrong with Hannah.”

Woman: ”That’s a, you know, she has a coughing, fever sometimes. She has diarrhea sometimes. Even so, she is very strict in her education.”

Diane Sawyer: “Coughing, diarrhea, Hannah’s dead parents, they have given her AIDS. These two girls are lucky. They have a champion.He’s your friend?”

Translator: ”He’s our father, she said. We love him as our father.”

Brad Pitt: “Aw. I love you both! Yeah. Hannah and Mintemier , they haunt me in beautiful way.”

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Diane Sawyer: ”A lot of people have assumed that Brad Pitt has become involved in Africa because of his new relationship. In fact he says he became interested long ago, by first watching what Oprah did then one night at home when he and Jennifer Aniston gave a dinner for Bono at their home.”

here’s what Bono said:

Bono: ”Brad Pitt is an extraordinary man. He’s this you know…gigantic movie star but he’s very modest. You feel in America’s Midwest where he is from. You feel a sense that America wants something for its generation to be remembered. He said ‘Is there anything I can do?’ and he’s doing it.”

Brad Pitt: ”It’s not just me! Listen, we who born in America, have to understand. We hit the lottery by growing up here, by being born here.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Subdivision? Or?”

Brad Pitt: “Subdivision. Yeah.”

Diane Sawyer: “Church?”

Brad Pitt: Lot of churches. More churches then Seven Elevens, which is interesting to me. We have lots of Seven Elevens. Do I need to go on? [laughs] Do you want more?

Diane Sawyer: ”Where did you grow up?”

Brad Pitt: ”I grew up in Southern Missouri.”

Diane Sawyer: Subdivision? Or?

Brad Pitt: Subdivision. Yeah.

Diane Sawyer: Church?

Brad Pitt: Lot of churches. More churches then Seven Elevens, which is interesting to me. We have lots of Seven Elevens. Do I need to go on? [laughs] Do you want more?

Diane Sawyer: ” Yeah! What kind of little boy were you? Trouble maker?”

Brad Pitt: ”That’s funny, I remember in 6th grad I was class president, yet I sent to the principles office more than anyone.”

Diane Sawyer: ”A troubled teen?”

Brad Pitt: ”Just by my own design. No…I had it very easy. I just wanted more…to see more. I hadn’t been on a commercial flight until I was twenty-five”

Diane Sawyer: ” And in fact, Pitt hasn’t needed much of anything since 1991 seismic debut on Thelma & Louise. His films have been alternately unconventional, risky, full proof. His latest, Mr. and Mrs. Smith opens Friday. More on that later. But it’s such a strange convergence: his movie career, his mission over seas and a melt down, here at home about the end of his marriage to one of the most beloved and beautiful woman in the country, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. He came back from Africa to the media frenzying and a public cry out say it isn’t so.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Your Google is up to now 2.7 million entries.”

Brad Pitt: [shakes head] “I… I don’t even know how to respond to that. It’s a strange focus, isn’t it? That my relationships or relationship mishaps or takes president over or something like that… I… I, listen, I understand it’s about entertainment but man, it’s a bit misguided, isn’t it?”

Diane Sawyer: ” Ok, Let me give it a try.”

Brad Pitt: “OK. We are going to talk about me?”

Diane Sawyer: ”YEAH!”

Brad Pitt: “Hey…”

Diane Sawyer: ”Why did your marriage end?”

Brad Pitt: ”Yeah, I’m going to talk about it here. [laughs] I don’t see my time, certainly my marriage as any kind of failure. It was an extraordinary time.”

Diane Sawyer: ”You quoted someone saying, “Things just take different shapes and it doesn’t mean that there’s no shape.”

Brad Pitt: ”Yeah! It doesn’t mean you lose a love, it’s just that sometimes, love changes shape.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Reported everywhere that you wanted babies and she did not.”

Brad Pitt: ”Ridiculous.” [coughs]

Diane Sawyer: ”A pretend cough masking an expletive.”

Brad Pitt: ”Completely fabricated. You know what you find with these stories is that usually it will turn one of us into the good guy and one of us into the bad guy, if you look at it, closely…or even not that closely and it’s ridiculous. Most of these stories, probably 2% real fruit juice and the rest just garbage with no nutritional value.”

Diane Sawyer: ” You said, “We talked about everything. We really did. We put it on the table. We didn’t hide who we were or what we wanted in any way.”

Brad Pitt: That’s true. That was… That’s always been the basis of Jen and I and it’s where we were made.”

Diane Sawyer: ” And that’s how he says he and Aniston decided together to move on in their lives.”

Brad Pitt: ” As far as I know, we get one shot at this thing. We get one time around and it better be everything you wanted it to be. I mean, it’s up to you to make that and that’s it! That’s it! I actually think it was a really brave, conscious, conscientious decision on our part. I mean, we’ll see.”

Diane Sawyer: ”And we remember some things they had said in interviews even years ago:

Aniston, February 2003, “Is he the love of my life? I think you’re always sort of wondering…”

And

Pitt in 2004, “Neither of us wants to be the spokesman for happy marriage, for coupledom…Is there…do you want to say about her right now, giving everything you have been through, something about who she is?”

Brad Pitt: “Not anything more than I have always said about her. She is still this same extraordinary person.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Stay in touch?”

Brad Pitt: “Yeah, I mean it’s difficult now as we determine what the next juncture is but, yeah, always. I predict.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Have there been any laughs in it at all? I think of the Saturday Night Live people saying: [Saturday Night Live] ”If these two are tired of having sex with each other, what hope is there for the rest of us?”

Diane Sawyer: ” The rest of us are just doomed. Let’s just forget it and go home.”

Brad Pitt: ”Yeah, we had some laughs, of course.”

Diane Sawyer: ”You did say, also…”

Brad Pitt: ”Damn it!”

Diane Sawyer: ”You said that you’ve got a call from your mother saying, “I’m disappointed in you, I’m angry in you, but whatever you do, I’ll always love you. All my bitches are mad at me right now.”

Brad Pitt: [laughs] ”What am I supposed to say?”

Diane Sawyer: ” Have they forgiven you?”

Brad Pitt: [laughs] “I love these women very much. [sniffs] Listen, everything, you know, has a cost, every decision is made on every choice on life and again, I make my choices and I live with those. I like that, I like that. My mistakes are my mistakes, my wins are my wins and that, I can live with.”

Diane Sawyer: ”I asked you a question long ago, 1997? Do you believe in happy endings?”

[1997]

Diane Sawyer: ” Still believe in happy endings?”

Brad Pitt: ”Yeah, absolutely.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Still believe in happy endings?”

Brad Pitt: ”Did I say yes at that time?”

Diane Sawyer: ”You did. “Absolutely yes”, not just yes.”

Brad Pitt: “No, I don’t believe in happiness as a concept so… [laughs] I believe more in peaceful endings. Yeah…”

Diane Sawyer: ” So fast forward from Carabo in South Africa to Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It is Pitt’s 39th movie. An ironic and very funny dissection of the tiny torments in a marriage played out as war. For instants, her oven is just a decoy for her knives. Since they are both secretly assassins, and rekindling the flame after discovering they have been assigned to kill each other.”

Brad Pitt: ”It was really funny idea. It was really funny idea, man.”

Diane Sawyer: ”What was it that you like the best?”

Brad Pitt: “It’s just a husband and wife who want to kill each other. It’s great fun.”

Diane Sawyer: ” So, how are you with guns?”

Brad Pitt: “I’m good with guns. I grew up with guns, so.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Because Angelina said it was a constant competition.”

Brad Pitt: “She’s a good shot. She’s a really good shot.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Which was harder: using the guns and filming the action sequence of the dance?”

Brad Pitt: ”Well, we have established I am a dancer, so I’m gonna go with guns.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Well, the director of the movie said, at first, even their dancing was a duel. With both taking charge. You were both leading the first time. [Brad laughs] Originally the movie was going to star Nicole Kidman and when she pulled out, Jolie stepped in. She and Pitt working together for the first time. [to Brad] When you first met her, what were you expecting? The tattoos or the blood in the vile?”

Brad Pitt: “No.”

Diane Sawyer: ”He won’t comment on Jolie but describes her as not what the media leads us to think.”

Brad Pitt: “No…well, I have a great respect for her. She is a good egg. And a great actress and I admire what she is doing with her UN work.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Ok, let me try some of these questions.”

Brad Pitt: “All right. Let’s go! Personal questions…which I abhor.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Did Angelina Jolie break up your marriage?”

Brad Pitt: “No. Let’s handle this like a game show. [laughs] No.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Everyone says she is a home wrecker.”

Brad Pitt: “It’s a good story. You know, I’ve been in these tabloids for 14 years now and at some point, you just become the Zen master.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Angelina Jolie has publicly and emphatically denied that they were together while making the movie. But no one denies after his separation from Aniston. They met in Kenya, those photos on the beach and he has been wearing a ring, which rumors say came from her. So what kind of relationship is this now? Are they officially together? We give it a try.”

Brad Pitt: “There’s a lot still to..I guess, put in place. Listen, I don’t know what the future is just yet. There are still things that have to… I guess…be answered for me individually.”

Diane Sawyer: ”Are you going to be able to keep this up, not talking? Not talking about it?”

Brad Pitt: ”Well, it’s not… there’s not much to talk about, you know, at this time. If there is, I will.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Did you know that there’d be cameras everywhere? Did you know that there’d be cameras in Kenya?”

Brad Pitt: “Well, obviously not. You know, obviously not. I mean it’s an amazing fact that bounty that’s on my head and the length that these people go to get these shots and the amount of money that they are paying for these shots. I think something like half million dollars? Or three quarters of million dollars for these shots and as we talk about, what we are talking about today, I can’t help to think what that… you know… what that money could have gone to. Hell! I would set up the damn pictures myself.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Ha! Now, do you want to tell me about that ring?”

Brad Pitt: “What about? About this ring?”

Diane Sawyer: ”Uh-huh. Yeah.”

Brad Pitt: ” What about it?”

Diane Sawyer: ” Who gave it to you?”

Brad Pitt: “I actually got it at the photo shoot. No, really. I mean the thing we get to do is … It’s really, it’s not a gift from anyone. I know that it’s in stories and magazines or in some speculation that it was a gift from someone. I’m telling you straight out, it’s not. It’s a freebie.”
Diane Sawyer: ”And what about the tabloid portrait of the famously glamorous Jolie as a temptress and him as a guy in a mid life crisis.”

Brad Pitt: “So, you know, if you want to make me the bad guy, then I’ll be the bad guy. I know my truth, I respect my truth and I have no qualms.”

Diane Sawyer: ”And you have no mid life crisis?”

Brad Pitt: ”No, not yet. I keep waiting for it to rear its ugly head. Maybe I do, I don’t know.”

Diane Sawyer: ” What would you ask yourself right now?”

Brad Pitt: ” Well, anything I would ask myself... my response would be, I’m a 41 year old man and I don’t see any need to defend myself.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Do you want to clear up on record?”

Brad Pitt: ”No.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Do you want to throw something at me? [laughs] You do?”

Brad Pitt: ”Something heavy. Something really heavy with sharp corners.”

Diane Sawyer: ”In other words, whatever it takes for this hunted man to have a little part of his life all his own.

Brad Pitt: “Listen, there has been so much speculation and so much misinformation and it’s just been about entertainment and public consumption, I mean, you want to keep something for yourself.

Brad Pitt: ” It’s a New chapter, truly a really interesting time. It’s a shake up year of redirection and I find it very... very interesting.”

Diane Sawyer: “He’s ready, he says for a new kind of life in LA.”

Brad Pitt: “I want a simpler life. I’m trying to downsize. I’ve got so much shit that just accumulates. So the idea is, is this romantic idea of getting my closet down to small sections. And a little pile of clothes.”

Diane Sawyer: “And what about the house you designed?”

Brad Pitt: ”Yeah, it’s really beautiful... it’s beautiful.”

Diane Sawyer: ”You know what’s gonna happen to it yet?”

Brad Pitt: ” No. Someone will enjoy it.”

Diane Sawyer: ” Would you ever live in a house that big again, you think?”

Brad Pitt: “Um, you know, I don’t think so.”

Diane Sawyer: ” We remember, the last time we talked was when he was with his pals on Ocean’s 12 and we asked what he yearned for most in the future.”
[to Brad] “Still want a family?”

Brad Pitt: “Absolutely…Yeah.. Absolutely. It just feels like a natural progression. You know, if it takes the focus off of myself, it’s got to be a healthy thing.”

Diane Sawyer: ”As we know, Angelina Jolie adopted a child. We wondered if he would do that too, perhaps one from Africa.”

Brad Pitt: ”Oh, I don’t know. I’m certainly hoping to. It is a beautiful idea. Especially meeting these kids first hand but at this point, I don’t know.”

Diane Sawyer: “Because those people go on impulse, you know?”

Brad Pitt: “You know, just at this particular point, defining what this, I guess next juncture or direction is gonna be.”

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Akiva Goldsman’s Office
May 31, 2005
Manhattan
4pm

Akiva stared across the room at what had to be two of the most beautiful people on the face of the earth; his stars, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. While he would give his word that nothing inappropriate had gone on between Brad and Angelina during filming, watching them now he could no longer say the same. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were together. Catching the small discreet looks Brad and Angelina sent each others way, Akiva sensed loved. He always backed love and having seen first hand the anguish that Brad had gone through during his marital problems while filming, Akiva could think of no one who deserved to be in love and loved more.

Watching Angelina as she tried not to react to Brad close presence, Akiva couldn’t dream of a better man to take care of her. She too deserved the love of a good man. But unfortunately he had a movie to protect and that was the reason he’d called this meeting. “So I guess you two are wondering why I asked you here.”

Brad spoke up first. “I think we can guess.” He glanced quickly in Angelina’s direction. “Africa…the pictures…”

Nodding Akiva tried to make the studio’s point. “Right now, you two are the hottest people on the planet. That means you guys are targets for the media. The paparazzi are following you and capturing your every move on film as I’m sure you’re both aware of.”

“And?” Angelina didn’t dare wait for the other shoe to drop. There was more and no point in beating around the proverbial bush.

“The studio was flipped upside down when those photos appeared in the tabloids. While we realize that you are divorced, there are those out there who are still riding the ”He cheated on America’s Sweetheart with America’s Bad girl” bandwagon. Now, truth be told, I know both girls and no offense to your first choice, I think your second one is ten times the better choice.” Akiva winked in Angelina’s direction.

Taking a quick swallow of his scotch, Brad smiled back. “None taken, I completely agree.”

Angelina smiled at Akiva. “Thank you, I like my third choice just fine as well.”

Akiva sputtered his own drink. “Does she miss a beat?” He addressed Brad.

Shaking his head in amusement, Brad responded. “Not a one.”

“Well that being said however, we really can’t afford for 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' to fail before it even leaves the gate. The more you two are seen together, the more it seems to aggravate the ’fairytale’ believing masses.”

Watching Akiva tug nervously at his ear, Angelina recognized the signs of an omission. Helping him out, she finished for him. “So basically you’re telling us to stay away from each other.”

“Well only until after the film’s premiere and first couple of weeks. Brad…Angie you know I would never presume to tell you how to live out your personal lives or even ask you something like this unless it was absolutely necessary. The studio just doesn’t want the ’Gigili’ affect to curse 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' as well as the negative public opinion.”

Sitting his drink down, Brad reached for Angelina’s hand before addressing Akiva. “We understand Akiva, no more public sightings. What do you want us to say during the press junket? I handled Diane in my usual way and we both fielded questions in the ‘W’ article. Ange has what?” he glanced at Angelina as he continued to speak, “An Anne Curry interview and a segment on ‘The Actor’s Studio’ with Lipton.”

“The contracts for the ‘Today Show’ and ‘Dateline’ have already been signed and Lipton isn’t that kind of interviewer. He won’t ask her anything inappropriate. From this point on, no personal questions will be asked. Gag orders…for want of a better term…will be signed before all press conferences. Okay?”

“Okay.” Brad answered calmly, even though he wanted to tell Akiva exactly what the studio could do with their worries.

“Fine.” Angelina watched Brad, he’d stiffened so subtly, but she felt it. She also understood it and she didn’t like it. But what could they do? It wasn’t the studio’s fault that public opinion ruled the box office.

Watching his two stars, Akiva couldn’t help feeling like the bad guy. If he were Brad, he didn’t think he’d be able to stay away from Angie and he’d probably had told the studio to kiss his ass in no uncertain terms. But Brad was a different breed of animal. Brad and Angie were both class acts and would do what was best for the film without so much as a negative peep. But still, he felt like an ass. “Look what you do out of sight of the media is none of my business, the studio’s or anyone else’s for that matter. I just want you two to be cautious, that’s all.”

Brad reached over to twirl a lock of Angelina’s hair around his fingers. “We hear you and we’ll try to stay away from each other in public.” Glancing away from the silky strands, he leveled his gaze on Akiva. “You gotta a date when we’re released from lock down?”

Laughing, Akiva finished his drink. “Starting from this meeting…give us at least three weeks runtime.”

One looking down…the other looking to the side; both Brad and Angelina whispered in tortured unison.

“Three more weeks…”

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June 1, 2005
Essex Hotel
Angelina’s Private Suite
1am

Private…not Public…

It was true, the saying about the best hiding place being right under the nose. He’d moved through the streets of Manhattan undetected. He’d entered the back of the hotel again undetected. Fate was with him as he took the elevator alone. No one entered the car as it made its way up.

He found the suite easy enough and silently let himself in using his card key. The suite was completely dark and incredibly silent. Removing his leather jacket, he dropped it on the sofa and continued on to the suite’s master bedroom. Stopping at the bedroom door, he listened for a hint of sound. Hearing nothing he entered quietly. A sense of harmony washed over him at the sight that greeted him.

He stood watching them sleep; the woman who’d walked into his life and with a single “hello.” had laid claim to his soul and enslaved his heart.” And the child who held the chains that bound him to the dream he carried in his mind every waking moment. This was what he wanted; to come home after a long day to the security of ’family’.

Moving to the side of the bed where Maddox slept in the easy abandonment that a child felt when sleeping in his mother’s arms. Reaching down he smoothed the child’s hair from his face. Maddox was such a beautiful child, so easy to love.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched them a moment longer. Never in his life had he felt such an emotional pull. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her. She’d been on his mind and in his mind constantly, and for that he owed Jennifer an apology. Fate had waited so long to send her to him; making sure he’d learned from past relationships, allowing him to experience the metamorphosis from self indulgent ‘golden boy’ to a man aware of more than his own tiny world. He now realized that creating and maintaining a family required not only love but patience, understanding, compassion and above all acceptance. He wanted children…had always wanted them. But he realized now that they didn’t need to be of his blood for him to love. Fate had shown him that in the form of a beautiful thirty year old and her three year old adopted son. Fate knew it and now so did he. He was ready.

Placing his arms beneath Maddox’s knees and shoulders, Brad lifted the sleeping child and cradling him to his chest, Brad carried the toddler to his own room. Even as he laid the child in his own bed, tucked him in and kissed him on softly on the forehead the child never left his dreams.

Brad switched on the Spiderman nightlight and the sound monitor before leaving the room. Closing the door softly Brad made his way back to the master bedroom entering the dark room, he closed and locked the door. His time here was limited and that time he would spend with those most precious to him.

Making his way back to her bedroom, he stood watching her intently as he disrobed. Each time he saw her it was as though he was seeing her for the first time. Her beauty simply mesmerized him. How could one woman have such a profound affect his being? He might never know and he wasn’t sure he really cared.

The sound of the sheets rustling under her sleep driven movements brought him out of his reverie. His eyes still on her face, he moved to the edge of the bed. Gripping the bed covers, he tugged gently, pulling the sheets down her slumbering body until they rested at the foot of the bed. He chuckled at her choice of sleepwear. “So that’s what happened to my Bob Marley t-shirt.” Kneeling on the bed, he crawled his way up to lean over her warm slightly parted thighs. Whispering as he kissed the soft inner skin. “But you do wear it well mama.” His lips moved lightly, his tongue tasting the faint fragrance of her body wash as he trailed a damp path up the warm flesh of her thigh, his target just visible beneath the hem of her…his t-shirt. He watched the muscles of her inner thighs twitch as his tongue and lips explored the tender flesh that he knew so well…the flesh that he considered his. Applying enough pressure he began leaving a mark…his mark, a mark only they would know was there.

Shifting the t-shirt higher, he uncovered the treasure he sought. Staring at the delicate pink folds exposed to his hungry gaze, he leaned in to feast. His body tightening as he tasted each dewy lip. Finding the tender bud hidden there he teased it into arousal. He reveled in the taste of her. How he missed the taste that was uniquely hers; it was a mixture of exotic spice and wild honey. An elixir he found both intoxicating and addictive. She was his drug...one he didn’t want to give up.

Pulling himself away, he leaned up to capture her lips, teasing firmly, nipping almost painfully before soothing the pouty lips he dreamed of every moment of the day and night. Her sudden moan caught his attention. Staring down into the face he loved, he watched her eyes open slowly…

***********

Her body was on fire, his lips were everywhere. She knew it was a dream but a dream was better than nothing at all and lord knew she did like where this dream was going. Never had a man’s lips tasted so good tongue so pleasurable, his hands so strong as they molded and soothed her now over stimulated flesh. With ever caress of his tongue her muscles tightened, with ever sip of his lips her body craved more. Moaning slightly she gave into the desire coursing through her body she shifted her thighs and opened her eyes slowly.

“You.” she whispered. Smiling, she reached up to trace the near perfect features that graced his face. “Brad…”

************

Brad smiled. “Me.” Capturing her seeking fingers he pulled them down to his lips, kissing each precious tip.

“I tough I was dreaming.” Angelina pulled her hands free to draw them down his sculpted back.

“No, not a dream. I’m very real and so is this.” He lowered his mouth to capture her lips, his mouth hot and demanding. His tongue slid along her trembling bottom lip, coaxing her to open for him. He deepened the kiss, drawing her breath into his mouth. ”God I missed you so much.” He whispered.

She made a small, soft sound in her throat, and he kissed the side of her neck, the softly rounded lobe of an ear. He smoothed back her thick dark hair, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, long and deep, his tongue sweeping in to taste the rich dark cavern of her mouth.

“Brad…” she whispered. “Brad…”

His hand stroked her cheek softly he wanted her. Sweet god how he wanted her. His arousal strengthened, pressing against her heated core. His hands soothed and smoothed their way from cheek to ribs, then rose to cup each of her breasts. Her nipples were hard beneath. The thin cotton t-shirt and suddenly he was desperate to see them.

With shaking hands, he worked the shirt up and over her head and tossed it away, leaving her beautifully naked. Smiling up at him, she was simply the most erotically beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. Long strands of her dark hair licked hungrily at her plump breasts, seeking out the rose tips that quivered with each of her rapid breaths.

“Lovely,” he said, lifting the shiny dark hair away and cupping the rounded weight in the palm of his hand.

Angelina whimpered as he lowered his mouth and took the tip between his teeth. Her back arched and her fingers smoothed over the nape of his neck. “Brad…” his name escaped her lips in a breathy caress an instant before Brad kissed her. He took her mouth as fiercely, unleashing the desire and lust that he’d kept bottled up these past weeks. His loins throbbed almost painfully with the heat of unquenched desire. He wanted to be inside of her, wanted it so badly he just hurt.

Angelina’s fingers splayed over his chest, testing the muscles beneath, measuring each indentation of his ribs, the cut of his abs and the perfect contours of his behind. Her delicate exploration of his body caused a fresh wave of heat to roll over him. She pressed her mouth against the side of his neck, pressed soft kisses across his shoulders and he thought that he might hurt her in his need for her.

Sliding her arms around his neck, she clung to him as his finger caressed the pouty flesh hidden in the private juncture of her legs and eased a finger inside the moist dark channel. He heard her sharp indrawn breath, felt the liquid warmth of her clenching muscles and his arousal went rock-hard. Stroking deeply, moving in and out slowly, he added another finger. Watching her face become flushed in her excitement, her bottom lip tremble in anticipation and her eyes darken with desire. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re ready for me, Angel.”

Angelina didn’t have the will to answer, her mind was blank…no conscious thought just emotion. She could only whimper and pray that he read the desire glowing in her eyes. Dragging his mouth down to hers, she found her voice as her lips captured his. “Stop talking…I need you so much. Fuck me now, love me later.”

No other words needed, he planned to do just that. Pulling his fingers free and lips away from hers, he stared into her eyes as he licked both fingers before tracing her lips with the same fingers, enticing her to taste her own essence. “Wild Honey.” He whispered, tonguing the delicate shell of her inner ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through her body. Without warning Brad reared up taking Angelina with him deftly maneuvering her onto her stomach, her face cradled in one of the beds large pillows. Spreading her legs once more he settled down, his arousal pressed firmly against the quivering channel his fingers had explored so diligently. His lips pressed to her ear, he growled “No sound; can’t wake the little guy.”

Feeling his arousal butting against her own aroused core, she widened her legs a bit more, giving him complete access to what he sought. “Pleeease!” her whisper desperate, she barely got the word out before she felt his body driving into hers. Moaning into the pillow, Angelina arched backwards frantic for the feel of him. Her body consumed by the heavy thrust and drag that sent shivers throughout her body. Instinct parted her legs even wider, taking him deeper, desperate to be closer.

He groaned as he surged forward, filling her again, driving faster and harder. As always a sense of wild abandon seemed to take hold of him. They were no longer Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. They were no longer Brad and Angie. They were simply man and woman seeking the ultimate heights of pleasure. He wanted everything she had…always…every time…the simple act of love making wasn’t enough. He needed more. Capturing her hands in his, he entwined their fingers. He pulled one out across the bed and wrapped the other in her thick hair and pulled the long strand tightly, baring the creamy skin of her neck for his lips; his mouth caressing, even as his lower body conquered, gliding in and out with long, firm strokes, deliberate, measured, penetrating to the extreme limits of Angelina’s yielding flesh. Angelina’s whimpers joined Brad’s heavy breathing.

He intoxicated her. He understood the delicate balance between violence and pleasure, between harshness and tenderness. With each thrust, Angelina reveled at how deeply he filled her. She felt the familiar current of heat sweep through her body, carrying her toward the sweet, euphoric oblivion lovers sought. The white hot fire building, her body tight with anticipation, Angelina’s body simply exploded with the sudden blinding hot orgasmic wave of bliss that washed through her. Her orgasm so intense her body shuddered continuously out of control. Gripping the pillow between her teeth, she screamed into the pillow.

Above her, Brad drove on. Bands of muscle popped out on his neck and shoulders. Two more deep thrusts and he groaned, his body joining hers in uncontrollable shudders, his seed spilling hotly inside her. For minutes, he held himself rigid above her. Then he kissed the side of her neck gently before easing himself away. Pulling her gently into his arms, he cradled her body spoon fashion against him. Brad held Angelina without speaking, his heart pounding so hard she could feel it where his chest pressed into her back.

They could have slept but their time was so short and the night was still young. Brad simply held her. Turning in his arms, Angelina came up on an elbow and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. “I love you.”

“Angie…” he whispered, his tone low and rough, his body aroused again, as though he’d never found release. “Angel…” She turned onto her back, and he rose above her. Kissing her, he whispered, “I love you too baby.” Using his knees he spread her legs and entered her body slowly, burying himself deeply inside her. “God, I can’t make myself stop. I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Aren’t you lucky, you never have to…get enough of me.” Reaching up she caressed his cheek, usually smooth, now covered in stubble. She knew she’d bear the signs on her skin in the morning. Running her fingers through his thick hair she continued down his back until she held a rounded buttock in each hand. Caressing and molding the supple flesh, she guided his movements. “Now it’s time to make love.”

The early morning hours were full of sighs, murmurs and giggles as he took her gently this time, his eyes never leaving hers.

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June 1, 2005
Essex Hotel
Angelina’s Private Suite
7:30 am

Sitting on the side of the bed, she watched him sleep. He lay on his stomach, half of his face pressed into the pillow he held wrapped in his arms. How long she’d checked on a sleeping Maddox, ordered breakfast to be sent up at eight and grabbed a quick shower. Now she simply sat watching him sleep.

He was so beautiful. His face in repose held an almost pure angelic quality but memory of his almost ruthless pursuit of her gave him the warrior-like qualities attributed more to “Michael” the arch angel. He was as close to perfect as one could be. Reaching forward she drew a finger lightly over his profile, tracing the gentle flair of one nostril, trailing the perfect poutiness of his bottom lip. He had such a beautiful mouth. Outside of her family, she’d never seen a man with such a lush bottom lip.

Sitting back she let her hand caress its way over the sculpted arm and shoulder closest to her. She loved his arms. They always made her feel safe. She’d always thought herself pretty invincible, never needing any man’s help, but in his arms it wasn’t neediness. She felt safe…protected, she felt cherished. No man had every managed that. No man…until Brad.

His slow journey to awakening caught her attention. She watched those gorgeous blue eyes open slowly. No bewilderment, he knew exactly where he was. His gaze found hers immediately, the most beautiful sight his eyes would ever behold, his Angel. She was all he wanted…she was all he needed. No matter where he woke, if she was there it was home. Pulling one hand free of the pillow, he reached up to caress her cheek.

Smiling Angelina allowed him to pull her forward and down. “Good Morning.”

“Good Morning” he whispered in return, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss, before rolling onto his back with her in his arms. She ended lying across his body, her torso flat against the bed while her bottom lay across his. Curling over her, Brad continued his morning homage. Slipping the terrycloth robe from her shoulder her bared one breast, while his lips laid the path, tasting flesh from neck to tempting the tempting curve of her bare breast. Bending his head, he slowly drew the sweet bud into his mouth. He suckled with gentle care, bringing the rose bud to aroused life.

With one eye on the ceiling and one ear on the door, Angelina’s fingers found their way into Brad’s thick hair, her fingers clutching and releasing with every tug of his lips. Too breathless to utter a sound, she could only force the air from her lungs as she pulled his head closer.

His arousal engorged. His mind was on release. Taking his queue from her eagerly demanding fingers, he suckled harder, tugged on the taut crest, nibbled and bit. His fingers were working at the belt of her robe, trying to remove the one impediment to his fulfillment.

“Mommy!”

The child’s voice had the affect of twenty ice cold showers taken outside in the Midwest snow. Brad and Angelina went in separate directions, Angelina rolled to the opposite side of the bed, while Brad found himself airborne, having taken a hard shove from Angelina. His impromptu flight came to a sudden end as he landed butt naked on the carpeted floor beside the bed. He was thankful that he’d had the sense of mind to grab the sheet as he made his way floor side. He managed to wrap the cool sheet around his naked body just as a small body burst into the bedroom.

“Mommy…I…” Maddox stopped mid-sentence as his eyes lit upon Brad slouched on the floor, nursing an extremely painful erection. “Brad!!!!” The toddler launched himself at Brad, his “child-dar” homing in on Brad’s most sensitive area.

Squeezing his eyes shut, and trying to shield his nether regions, Brad braced himself for the physical trauma headed his way. When nothing happened, he inched one eye open and sighed heavily.

Having snatched the boy out of midair, his Angel stood smiling, holding the squealing three year old, in a football style hold under one arm, her other held out towards him. “You are sooo lucky, I’m good at interception.”

“Well sacking was always my specialty.” Standing he adjusted the sheet, tightening the material around his hips. “Hey Madness!” He put off grabbing the child for fear his wiggling body would cause painful havoc with his unrelenting arousal. He decided to beat a hasty retreat. “I’m off to take a shower!” reaching down he smoothed the child’s wild hair, chucked him under the chin and placed a quick kiss on Angelina’s forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

“Sacking or getting into the sack?” Angelina watched him over her shoulder for a moment. Turning her attention to the child that she held under one arm, she carried him out of the bedroom, “Time for your bath little boy!”

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Breakfast
8:00 am

Eyeing the bacon on his mother’s plate, Maddox shoved the last of the bacon on his plate into his mouth. “More bacon mommy!”

“I’m sorry. What are you asking for?” Angelina glanced down at the child expectantly, her voice light but insistent.

Darn it! Mommy didn’t miss a thing. “Can I have some more bacon? Please!” he smiled up at her with his eyes tightly shut and a toothy grin on his face.

He could always make her laugh. “Yes you can some more bacon.” She could refuse him nothing. Glancing across the small table, she saw the other man in her life she could deny nothing. She watched Brad hand the child a slice of bacon from his plate. “What do you say?”

“Thank you.” he said around the bacon already shoved in his mouth.

“Don’t stuff your mouth honey.” Angelina added half of another slice to his plate, along with two peeled apple slices and two orange slices to his plate. “Do you want some yogurt?”

“Yes, please.”

Spooning a small amount on the child’s plat, Brad sat back and watched him did his fruit in the yogurt before sucking the fruit dry and repeating the process. He would never be able to accurately describe the sense of well being that washed over him. His life seemed to have found the direction it was meant to travel. He was becoming William Bradley Pitt once again. “What time do you have to be at the Actor’s Studio?”

Topping of his coffee she added sugar and cream for him before answering. “I have to be there at ten. What are you up to today?” they kept the conversation light as not to disturb the young boy at the table.

“Nothing much other than a few small sound bite interviews, I need to be seen out and about though. You know the paps.” Brad referred to the paparazzi that seemed to constantly tail them, taking snapshots of their every move. “No matter what I have planned this afternoon, I’ll be here tonight…dinner and a movie.”

“Shark Tales!” Maddox tossed in.

Brad leaned over to touch his forehead to the child’s smaller one. “Yeah! Shark Tales it is!” sitting back again, he focused his attention on Angelina once more. After Lipton where are you guys off to?”

“I was thinking that we’d spend the day visiting an old friend.” Angelina wanted more than anything to spend the day with him, but they’d given their word to Akiva. There would be time soon enough. She had to be happy with their evenings and nights together.

“Anyone I know?” Brad asked casually. He didn’t know who she was visiting. He knew that she loved him and that she was a one man woman but he still couldn’t help the flair of jealousy that began to surface.

“Know of perhaps.” Sitting back she smiled at him, her tongue playfully teasing the corners of her generous mouth. “Do I smell jealousy?” she mouthed so that Maddox wouldn’t hear.

“Yes.” He saw no sense in denying it.

“Don’t be. We’re going to see Maddox’s godmother, Jillian Armenante. She lives in Jersey.”

“Wasn’t she in ‘Girl Interrupted’?”

“Un…huh. She’s a good friend. I’ll introduce you too after our forced solitary is over.” Angelina laughed at the thought. Less than three years ago she would have told the studio where to stick their request, but now there were so many other people she had to think of. The two most important were here at this table and then there was her mother. She’d agreed for those three only.

“I’ll look forward to that.” Tossing his napkin onto the table, he reached over to help Maddox clean his mouth and hand. Pushing his chair back, he jumped up, grabbed the three year old and swung him in the air, before settling him onto his shoulders. “Well since I won’t see you to for most of the day, I better get my fill of fun!”

Shaking her head, Angelina watched as Brad romped through the suite with her giggling son. Life was definitely taking on a whole new meaning. At the sound of someone knocking on the suite door she glanced at her watch, she noticed the time. It was Holly. Getting up from the table, she went to grab her purse and sunglasses. “Madd, mommy has to go bye-bye.”

The toddler came running into the living area as she let Holly in. “Hi Holly!”

Bending down Holly smiled and hugged the child. “Hey Maddy!” Standing she caught sight of what had to be the sexiest man walking the earth. Never in a million years could she ever have pictured Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie together…that is until she saw them together. Now she could think of no one better for Angie. “Hi Brad.”

Leaning down to hug the young woman, Brad smiled. “Hey Holly. How are you?”

“Fine and you?”

“I’m doing great. Madness and I are going to spend some time together, while you two go to work.” Brad picked the toddler up again. Holding him out toward Angelina for a kiss good bye. “Tell mommy bye.”

Maddox reached out and wrapped his small arms around his mother’s neck. Kissing her on the lips. “Bye mommy! I’m gonna stay with Brad. Okay?”

Smiling at her son, she agreed. “Yeah baby, you can stay with Brad. I’ll see you later okay?” Angelina kissed the child again, before handing him back to Brad, who leaned over to capture her lips. “I’ll see you later too.”

Maddox watched his mother and Holly leave. “What are we going to do?”

Brad hugged the child close, reveling in the feel of the small arms wrapped around his neck. He loved this child so much his heart ached at the thought of leaving him again. But he still had two days. “We’re going to buy mommy a birthday gift.”

“We’re going to the store?” Maddox asked, not that it mattered, he was just happy to spend time with his hero.

“No, the store is coming to us.” Brad laughed.

Copyright © 2006 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - MEDIA HYPE

2006-12-10T20:09:00.001-05:00

Marrakech, Morocco
Private Airport
May 18, 2005

Late Evening...

Portions of this chapter were taken from the early May interviews (which appears later in May for this story.) with Brad and Angelina separately, which appeared in July 2006 issue of “W” magazine article, the ‘Inside the Actor’s Studio’ taped on April 25th but for this story it will also appear later, Brad’s April interview for the June edition of ‘Primetime with Diane Sawyer, Angelina’s interview with Ann Curry for the June edition of Good Morning America and Dateline, and a few tabloid offerings.

Thirteen days…not quite two weeks…

“Are my lady’s eyes becoming misty? Brad’s words soft, for her ears alone.

Caressing the hand that cupped her jaw before pulling it away, she sighed heavily. “Don’t you’ll make me cry.” Their private time had quickly come to an end and she wasn’t ready to say good bye. “I’ll end up blubbering all over the place.”

Brad stared down into the face that had become his life line. During the most trying of times, he had only to think of her…picture her face and his turmoil would calm. It was almost frightening how much he’d come to rely on her. “Who would believe it? The indestructible Ms. Jolie, Lara Croft herself.” His joking turned serious once again. Reclaiming ownership of Angelina’s face he drew the smooth pad of his thumb over her lush bottom lip. Bending down slightly, he touched his forehead to hers. Lips grazing hers, he whispered, “How do I say good bye?”

Shutting her eyes, her thick dark lashes caressing sensitive skin; she allowed a delicate tear to escape each eye. She’d learned so much these past four days. Not a long time at all, but to her it had been a lifetime of learning. She’d learned how to simply enjoy being with another, how to trust another with herself. She learned how to love fully and allow herself to be loved. For the first time in her twenty-nine years of life, she realized that she was worthy and deserving of that deep, soul claiming love few offered and even fewer experienced. For whatever reason fate was offering her a chance at complete contentment and she had every intention of grasping it with both hands, eyes wide and arms opened. “I can’t say good bye…I won’t. So we’ll just have to make this moment last us for the next thirteen days.”

“Thirteen days? That sounds like a life time.” Just the thought was enough to set his temples to throbbing. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her silently for a moment. They had a matter of minutes before the jet that would return her to England was ready for departure. ‘Make it last Bradley’, he thought. His eye glittering with more than tears, he captured her lips possessively, exploring her mouth sensually, tasting the sweetness that he craved.

She moaned softly against his mouth, absorbing him, his closeness, his need…even his breath. Loosing herself to the hot glide and deep probing of his ruthless tongue. His tongue moved as if it were a lover’s hand, memorizing every soft line and secret corner of her mouth. Groaning as tongue subdued hers in the mating dance they were now quite familiar with. Angelina wrapped her arms around Brad’s waist, drawing her hands down to cupped his full buttocks. ‘What an ass!’ the thought somehow made its way into the jumbled mess that was her over-heated mind. The thought made her move even closer into his body. ‘Thirteen days…damn! Why had she bothered to look at the calendar and count the damn days?

Brad increased the pressure of his mouth. Playing with hers, dancing a slow, torturous and blatantly sexual dance. His kiss was meant to brand…to claim what they both knew was already his. His lips continued their trail of kisses slow and long, hot and hard; tongue gliding sating and sleek, tangling and finally withdrawing.

Weak from Brad's oral play, Angelina used his body for support, her body and mind reeling from his breath stealing, mind numbing kisses, that seem to only intensify her ache far more than it satisfied the void that would accompany their eleven day hiatus. It wasn’t enough.

“Excuse me, but Ms. Jolie’s flight is ready to board now.” The soft voice of the airline attendant interrupted their idle. Turning away, the attendant could barely contain herself. If the kiss she just witnessed was anything to go by, 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' was definitely going to be a hit. There was only one word that could describe those two; HOT!

Breaking away, Brad took Angelina's hand. Waiting while she grabbed her purse, silently he walked her to the waiting jet. Without a word he boarded and helped her settle into a seat. Buckling her in, he placed a delicate kiss on her brow, before stooping down. “Thirteen days…not quite two weeks. Caressing her cheek once more, he stared at her face memorizing what his mind would never forget. Standing, he left the jet and stood watching as the woman his soul called ‘mate’ flew away before leaving the airport to return to his empty hotel suite.

Angelina watched the airport reduce in size, until it was completely gone from her view. “Thirteen days, not quite two weeks.” She whispered. It was the only way she could calculate it. But would her heart survive it.

Brad was right. Thirteen days was a life time…

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May 19, 2005
London, England
‘The Ivy’

Johnny stared across the table. His gaze taking in the face of the woman he’d loved for the last twelve years. They were closer than friends, but husband and wife they should never have been. He was more certain of that now than ever. Staring at her now, he recognized a glow that he’d never seen before. He had an idea what the cause or rather who the cause was. Reaching over, Johnny ran the knuckles of his left hand lightly down her cheeks. “So what’s this?”

Angelina's smiled widened. “What?” The one person outside of her mother and brother that she’d always felt comfortable with was Johnny. He understood her better than she understood herself at times. So why try to hide what was apparently obvious to his all seeing eyes. “My glow?”

Chuckling, Johnny finished the last of his wine before answering. “Yes, this nuclear glow you’ve got going on. Rumor has it, that a certain ‘Golden Boy’ could be the cause.”

“Rumor has it?” shaking her head Angelina sighed, draining her own wine glass. “I just don’t get it. Why are people so interested?”

Pulling a face, Johnny refilled their glasses from the carafe, that sat in the center of the table. “Well it’s not everyday that ’The Golden Couple’ breaks up. Of course those addled brain twits in Hollywood can’t seem to accept that the marriage was simply over.” Leaning back, Johnny clicked his tongue. “Seems to me like the ’Golden Marriage’ followed the course of most Hollywood marriages. Why are they so outraged?”

Angelina laughed, only Johnny could so bluntly reduce public outcry to a mere bitchy whine. “That’s Hollywood. Where drama queens and fairy princesses believe in fantasies and fairytales Oh! Let’s also not forgot that ‘close friend’, who’s always willing to talk to the hottest tabloid.”

“Don’t forget there has to be an evil queen…a wicked stepmother.” Johnny was enjoying himself. Angie was just that kind of girl. She put you at ease, accepted you at face value and was always willing to laugh at herself if the occasion warranted it.

Giggling, Angelina put her hand up to her ear. “Ahh…did someone say my name?” Leaning forward she whispered loudly. “I do believe that’s my queue.”

Throwing his back Johnny laughed loudly; quieting down after receiving a few stares from curious patrons. “Come on evil stepsister maybe. I’ll even accept evil queen but evil stepmother, never. You’re not old enough yet.” Sobering up, Johnny became serious, changing the subject without notice. “So tell me about him.”

Angelina closed her eyes for a moment, smiling softly as the memories flooded her mind. She was completely unaware of the beautiful picture she made. “Where do I begin?”

Folding his hands in his lap, Johnny stared across the table. “The beginning.”

Shaking her head slowly, a whimsical smile playing across her full lips. “What do I say. He was just amazing. He was nothing like I thought the great ‘Brad Pitt’ would be. Johnny he’s just a really great guy…sweet…a bit goofy.”

Johnny watched silently, waiting. When she didn’t move on fast enough, he pushed. “A really great guy huh? I need more then that Ange.”

Angelina shrugged. “I don’t know…he just walked into my life and turned it upside down. He’s honest, he’s kind…he loves Mad to death.”

“And you? Does he love you to death?” Johnny countered.

“Yes...yes he does.” Angelina nodded firmly.

“And you sweetness? How do you feel about him?” holding his hand up to stop her words. “I mean…I realize that the fact you’ve allowed young Bradley into little Mad’s life, says a lot. But are you ready?”

“I love him.” Her words laced with confidence of a woman sure of her feelings. “I really love him and I trust him with my heart and Mad’s.”

Smiling, Johnny reached across the table to caress Angelina’s chin. “The dumbest thing I ever did was to let you walk away. But I’m man enough to admit that during our marriage I don’t think I could have ever put the look of serenity and happiness on your face that I see gracing it now.” Tapping her chin lightly, he realized that his wild child was gone and in her place was an elegant and confident woman. “Be careful sweetness. I don’t want to see you in the same predicament as before. I’d have to kill him.”

Angelina grabbed Johnny’s hand, squeezing tightly. She knew he was talking about Billy, that divorce had nearly killed her. If not for Mad and Johnny, she might have succeeded in killing herself. “Don’t worry. This isn’t the same type of relationship. We both want the same type of relationship. We both want the same thing.”

Johnny shook the memories away. That was a time he didn’t want to rehash. “And those are?”

Angelina thought a moment before answering. “Peace, love family…a partner who’s got your back no matter what. Someone who’ll stand beside you, accompanying you through life’s messy and joyous moments. Someone who’ll stand behind you...holding you up when you don’t you’ll make it; someone who’ll switch those same positions when they need the same and not feel inadequate.”

Johnny's reaction to Angelina's words was a deep swallow of wine, needing something stronger, but settling on the wine. “And what about his feelings for Jennifer? Has he really gotten over her?” Stopping Angelina from responding, he continued. “Because baby, you and I have been separated…divorced for almost six years and I haven’t gotten over you yet.”

“He’s over her…yes but I’d be lying if I said that he isn’t still wrestling with his past. We all do at some point. I don’t expect him to just throw his past with her away. If he could that, then I wouldn’t want to be with him.” Reaching across the table, she tweaked his bush of a beard. “He’s like you. he doesn’t throw people away.”

“Is she ready to let him go? Let him waltz into the arms of another woman? One who happens to be younger, more successful and ‘The Sexiest Woman Alive’.” Johnny baited, smiling wickedly.

Angelina propped her chin on her folded hands and smiled across the table at Johnny mischievously. “Tough shit! She can’t have him back. He’s mine now and I’m keeping him.”

“That’s my girl!”

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May 20, 2005
Beaconsfield, England
Sainsburys Grocery

“Mommy look! Can I have some?” Maddox held up a carton of animal crackers. That Angelina had tossed into the bed of the shopping cart.

Looking up from the bag of rice noodles she was contemplating. “We haven’t paid for them yet Madness.”

Maddox blinked wide eyed up at his mother, from his seat in the front of the shopping cart. “But mommy my tummy is talking!”

“Really? Talking huh?” Angelina smiled at the child. Leaning closely to him she whispered, “And what is it saying?”

Leaning forward, Maddox told his mother his secret in true toddler fashion; he whispered loudly. “It told me that it wants cookies. It said that it’ll feel better if I feed it.” Maddox watched his mother closely for some sign that she believed his story.

Angelina reach over and tickled the child lightly, her laughter mingled with his and traveled down the aisles of the market, causing other shoppers to smile happily at the young mother and her son. “Well I’m not so sure cookies are what your tummy is talking about.”

“Un huh…yes it is. It wants me to put these cookies in it!” Maddox nodded vehemently, holding up the box of cookies once again.

“Hmmm…baby I know you’re ready for lunch and mommy’s sorry that our shopping took so long. We’ll stop and get something on the way home okay?” Angelina tried to negotiate with her toddler.

Sensing he was loosing the battle, he decided his secret weapon was necessary. Mommy didn’t go for tantrums. He never won, but if he gave her the look…she could never say no to the look. “But mommy, I’m staaaarving.” He widened his eyes and cracked a half smile.

“Madness…”

He couldn’t let her finish. He wanted the cookies and it was now time to broker some kind of deal. “But if I eat a little bit now my stomach will be happy for a little while. Pleeeaaasssee.”

She could never so no to him when he gave her that look and she knew he knew it. But still, how could she say no? Just as she reached for the cookies, her cell phone rang. Grabbing it from the belt holster she glanced at the caller id on vibrant screen, smiling at the name that appeared. “Hello?”

A sense of comfort and wellbeing washed over her at the sound of the deep voice on the other end. “Hi. How are the two loves of my life?”

Staring down at the tip of her boots, she smiled. “We’re both fine. We are having a discussion on cookies and talking tummies.” She glanced back at her son, who was trying his best to figure out who his mother was talking to.

Brad laughed at her words. “What? Talking tummies and cookies?”
“Well Maddox wants cookies. He says that his tummy told him that they would make it feel better.” Angelina laughed.

Maddox felt that the time was right to press his advantage. Mommy’s attention was on the phone call. “I can eat four…right mommy? Just four okay?” When she didn’t respond right away with a no, Maddox took that as a yes and began opening the box of cookies. He loved animal crackers.

Caught between the affects of Brad’s voice and Maddox’s cookie coup d'état, Angelina lost the battle. Mad…here…let mommy open it for you.” Taking the box of cookies, she opened it as she spoke into the phone. “You just cost me the battle. I hope you’re happy.”

Laughing again, Brad spoke, happy to be part of the family squabble. “What did it cost you?”

“Four cookies.” She handed the opened box to Maddox. Reiterating the deal. “Four cookies right?”

Frowning Maddox tried to push a bit more. “How about ten?”

“Noooo…you said four. You can’t ask for more now.” Angelina shook her head.

“But mommy I’m staaaarving!” Maddox pouted, shoving one whole cookie into his mouth.

“You are not starving…stop shoving cookies in your mouth.” Angelina watched as Maddox shoved yet another cookie into his mouth. “Little boy if you don’t stop…”

Brad broke into the small war. “Hey…why not let me try, Angel.”

“Alright…tag you’re up.” She handed the cell phone to Maddox who’d just finished chewing his last cookie. “Here Maddox, someone wants to speak to you.”

Maddox took the phone and spoke hesitantly into it. He wondered if it was nanna, Uncle Jamie or Uncle Colin. “Hu-llo? Who is this please?”

“Hi Mad. How are you?” Brad smiled at the sound of the child’s voice. God he missed them.

The child’s face lit up at the sound of Brad's voice. “Braddy! Where are you? I miss you.”

“I’m working in Morocco.” Brad answered, happy to explain. This was what he’d wanted. To call ‘home’ and have someone care and take an interest in his day or wonder where he was.

“Mommy says that’s in Africa.” Maddox was proud that he’d remembered. His hand inched toward the box of cookies. But Brad’s next words stopped him.

“Did you finish your cookies?”

“Uh huh. I had four but I wanted ten.” Maddox paused watching his chances for more cookies dwindle away as his mother took the box and closed it, before pushing the cart towards the checkout lane.

“Hmmm…well mommy doesn’t want you to get sick on cookies.” Brad offered.

“But I’m staaaarving and I just want a few more.” Maddox insisted.

“Well maybe mommy will give you a couple more if you ask nicely.”

“Okay, I’ll try. When are you coming to see me?” As much as Maddox wanted cookies, he wanted to see Brad more. “I haven’t seen you a really long time.”

“I know buddy mine. I miss you too.” Brad didn’t want to make any promises. He and Angelina were working so hard to make this relationship work and he didn’t want to push the Maddox factor to fast. Changing the subject quickly, “Hey, make sure you ask mommy for two more cookies and I’ll talk to you later okay?” Brad hated saying goodbye. He wanted so much to promise this little boy the world, but he had to wait…the time simply wasn’t his to promise.

Maddox didn’t want to say good bye, but knew he had to. “Okay…bye.” Handing the cell back to his mother who was in the process of paying for the groceries. He saw the cookie box on top. “Mommy, Brad said that you might give me two more if I asked nicely. So can I have two…just two more?”

Angelina put the cell phone to her ear. “Two more huh? And how did you help exactly?” Angelina spoke to Maddox again. “Show me two fingers.” When Maddox held up two fingers, Angelina kissed him on the forehead and handed him two more cookies.

Brad laughed. “Well at least he doesn’t want ten.” Brad sobered suddenly, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “I miss you so much. I miss the feel of your skin, the smell of you, the taste of you. I miss the feel of your body next to mine.”

Angelina felt her eyes tingle. Damn! This man could make her respond in so many ways. “I know…I miss your arms. The night time is such a lonely time. How many days?”

“Eleven days…not quite two weeks.” Brad whispered.

“Not quite two weeks.” She repeated quietly, her voice hoarse with tears.

“I love you Angel.” Brad knew he had to let her go before they both broke down. “Good bye sweetheart.”

She chose her words carefully, emphasizing the difference between the star and the man. “I love you too, William.” Her voice a mere whisper. “Good bye.” Attaching the cell phone to her belt she was thankful for the dark sunglasses as she and Maddox left the grocery store and headed for the car, uncaring of the paparazzi hovering across the parking lot, frantically snapping pictures of her.

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May 23, 2005
Quarzazate, Morocco
Private suite

He said…She said

Christopher Bagley spoke excitedly into the speaker phone. “Brad! How are you?”

“Hey Chris. I’m good and yourself?” Brad’s voice so clear, it almost seemed as though the actor was there in the office and not several continents away.

“All’s fine on this front. How’s the filming coming along?” Christopher checked his recorder. “So are you ready to do this?”

Brad chuckled. “The filming is on schedule, no mishaps…no delays,” Brad paused. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Okay, here we go. You know how this works, when you want something off the record just holler and the recorder stops. I’m starting the recorder now.” Christopher began the interview. “So tell me Brad, what was the inspiration behind the ‘W’ shoot?”

Thinking for a moment, Brad went on to answer easily. “To put it simply, I would say domestic ennui. The picture of a seemingly happy marriage that shines on the outside but is quite dull on the inside. And you don’t know why because the marriage is everything you signed up for.”

“Of course the world is now aware of your divorce from Jennifer Aniston. When you look back on your marriage, what positive aspects of that union come to mind?”

Brad knew that the questions regarding his marriage would start sooner rather than later and he’d prepared himself. “I know that if a marriage doesn’t fit a certain idea, it’s looked upon as a failure.” He paused for a moment before moving on. “But I see mine as a total success. My God! Man. Jen is such an influence on my life. We made it for seven years; that’s five years more than I made it with anyone else.”

“You’ve been described as the ‘Zen’ master at handling the press. Is it still holding strong under the latest barrage of paparazzi stalking?”

“I’m fine. The press don’t affect me. But these guys have been incredibly despicable this round.” Brad took a swallow of the drink he’d prepared before the interview. “They should literally be hung up and flogged. You wouldn’t believe the shit they’ve been saying to Jen. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body and they are yelling horrible things to get a rise out of her so they can get more money for their pictures.”

“And what of your costar Ms Jolie? The tabloids and press are rife with speculative articles regarding the nature of your relationship.”

Picturing his every word as a three-inch headline on the cover of the ‘Enquirer’, he answered. “Well, I just don’t want to…I really don’t…let me see. I’m really wary, in this particular climate of commenting.” Pausing for a moment, Brad measured his words carefully. “I just can’t find any safe bets. She’s an incredible talent, a devoted mother and a tireless humanitarian. Those are safe comments.” He followed his words with more laughter.

“Speaking of humanitarian dedication, you seem to be involved in similar pursuits that take the focus off of you.”

“Well, listen I’ve had my time and I’m forty-one and my pimp days are seriously numbered man and I can’t say that I’m not looking forward to it. In time this six pack of mine will become a keg.” Brad slapped his abs to emphasize his point. “I’m more interested in things I can create buildings…babies and while I transition my life, I’m trying to interest from me and my private life to those in need.”

“Ethiopian and South Africa?” Chris asked, glancing down to make sure his recorder was still working.

“Yes. There are millions of AIDS orphans there…people who need our help. If I can get the attention focused away from me and on to their plight then it’s all worth it.”

“Beyond your humanitarian endeavors, what do you do with yourself? I’ve noticed that you spend a lot of time on your motorcycle, blissfully unrecognizable under your helmet.”

“I’m so bore with me these days. I need to move my life into the next phase. Things I have dreamed of and now have the chance to make happen. When I want freedom, I hit the road on my bike, completely anonymous. It’s great! No one has a clue. I’m just another jackass on the road.”

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May 25, 2005
Fulmer, England
Jolie Estate

“So Angelina, tell me why did you decide to take part in the “W” shoot?” Chris was trying hard to hide the excitement from his voice. Like most of the men on the globe, just the sound of the woman’s name was enough to send him into constant arousal.

“When the idea behind the shoot was explained to me, I could almost see the similarities between the disillusioned housewife and so many of us who find ourselves simply bored with life. It reminded of what can happen when you become ’absent from your life’”
“You don’t seem to have that problem. I mean here yo are at thirty, raising your three-year-old son, Maddox, flying your own plane and even holding human rights conferences in Islamabad.”

“Well I may not have checked out of life, but after two divorces I do know a thing or two about marital dysfunction.” She countered easily.

“That’s right, Johnny Lee Miller and Billy Bob Thornton; both ended in divorce.”

“Yeah, I’m just not very good at being a wife. I haven’t learned to work as well in a partnership as I do as an individual. I’m just better alone.”

“Perhaps you haven’t found the right husband material yet.” He could and would have loved to take that statement just a bit further, but this was not the interview for it.

“Well I believe the key, is finding someone with goals as ambitious as yourself…myself. Basically I think that they should be a reason for you to be a unit. Not just to be happy, but to actually accomplish and change and take on things that you want to take on in this life together.”

“And are you searching for that other half of your unit?”

“I have purposely kept any liaisons I have, outside of my home. The man that enters my home with me and my son; I take that seriously.”

“Do you have an idea about who such a man might be?” Christopher asked.

“Somebody who just really works hard and loves. That has not been an easy thing to find.”

“Well said.” Deciding to change the subject, he moved on. “So tell me how you a famously uncensored actress feels right now about having to stay silent about the role you have in the biggest off screen drama of the year.”

“I’m just fine.” Angelina paused trying to think of an answer that wouldn’t incite more questions on a subject she really didn’t want to speak on. “People want an answer about what’s happening in my life and my family, but I need to know what’s happening first, and I don’t plan to discuss it before then.”

“You don’t see that as censoring yourself a bit?”

Essentially repeating herself, Angelina spoke without irritation. “No. It’s not about censoring myself that there’s nothing to say until I know that there’s something to say.”

Deciding to move on, Chris moved on to another famous topic. “So what can you say about working with a great actor such as Pitt?”

“The thing that makes Brad such a great actor is that he’s a very genuine person. Anybody who’s met him would know that. You can read him, and you can feel that there’s something open, approachable and interesting. And he’s just very real.” Smiling to herself. Had Chris been able to see her face, he would have known that Ms. Jolie knew more than she said. “Whether the cameras are rolling or not, he doesn’t change. He’s just very solid. I think you know that you can count on him.”

“Brad mentioned tooling around on his motorcycle as a way to relax. What do you do for relaxation?”

“Flying always flying. While I do like bikes, flying solo really is the most amazing feel.” He could hear her smile. “And the freedom of it is something I’ve desperately needed my whole life. Now I really don’t feel confined to this earth.

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May 29, 2005
Missouri/ Morocco

A little Motherly advice…

Brad grabbed his cell on the second ring. A quick glance told him that it wasn’t his heart, but his home on the line. “Hi mom. How are you?”

“I’m fine son. How are you?” Jane Pitt was happy to hear her first born’s voice. It had been such a long time since she’d last laid eyes on her boy. He was so far away, when he needed his family the most.

“Fine.” What could he say? ‘Hey mom, I feel like shit because the woman I love is thousands of miles away.’ He couldn’t say that. Would she even understand if he did? She still believed that he and Jen Should reconcile.

“You don’t sound fine. What’s the matter?” she cut him off. “And don’t tell me nothing. I can hear it in your voice.”

“Mom…” Brad felt like shuffling his feet as if he were ten years old and receiving a tongue lashing.

“Is it her?” Jane hoped that true to popular speculation, Angelina Jolie was as fickle enough to have moved on already and left her son alone.

Mom don’t start. Don’t. You don’t even know her. And her name is Angelina. It’s so unlike you to pass judgment with out full knowledge of what’s going on.” Brad couldn’t hide the tiredness and disappointment from his voice.

Knowing her son’s words to be true, Jane sighed heavily. “I’m sorry honey. I just wished that you and Jennifer had tried a little harder to work things out, that’s all.”

“We tried for almost three years mom. You can’t fix a shattered glass. What you try to do is save what’s in the glass, before you loose it to the breakage.” Brad tried to explain. How did explain to his mother, a woman who’d been married well over forty years, that glass had been his marriage.

“And what was in your glass Bradley?” Jane asked. She could hear the hurt in his voice.

“My desires mom. I want a partner that believes in me, that will stand by me as I stand by her. A partner that believes in family, that wants to have, adopt and raise my children. Someone who wants to share the adventure of life with me. “ Pouring out his soul he continued. “Mom, I know that you love Jennifer. But you have to understand that she and I are better apart. We wanted different things out life and it wasn’t fair of me to insist that we live my dream, just as it wasn’t fair of her to expect me to follow along behind hers. If man and woman can’t share the same dreams, then there’s no point in moving forward. You’ll just end up taking two different paths. That’s not a marriage…that’s a scenic road trip.”

“And does this girl…Angelina believe in your dreams?” Jane knew the answer, even before he uttered the words.

“Yes she does. And I believe in hers. We want the same things. We want to accomplish so much.” As the words left Brad’s mouth a vision of Angelina passed through his mind. “She’s truly a beautiful woman mom. Please give her chance.”

Jane sighed, she wanted her son happy and part of her still believed that Jennifer was the key to that happiness. But what she believed and what he felt were two different things and his feelings were the only ones that mattered. “I’ll try son.”

“That’s all I ask mom. “ Brad answered. They had a long way to go. “So what’s going on at home?”

“Well your brother has been fielding a lot calls regarding your relationship with Jennifer and her…Angelina. He said that you two talk about what his response should be. They have been calling here but we just let the machine catch the calls.”

“I’m sorry mom. We never expected things to spiral out of control so wildly. I knew there might be a little kick back, but not this frenzy.” Brad shook his head, watching as a helicopter flew overhead. The paparazzi would stop at nothing to get in their business. Hs, Angelina’s, Jennifer’s he;; even Cate wasn’t safe. No matter how many interviews he gave, it would never be enough…they would always want more.

Jane could hear the weariness in her child’s voice…yes he was a man of forty-one, but he was still her child. “Well honey, you are Brad Pitt and she is Angelina Jolie, you two would be news even without the divorce. Don’t worry sweetie this will all die down soon. And all will return to normal. I just want to know what you want us to say.”

“Tell Doug to handle it mom. He knows what to do.” Not for the first time since his career had started, Brad wished that he’d become a journalist.

“Okay sweetie.” Jane Pitt changed a subject that she knew would make Brad smiled. The girls are in the school talent show this year.”

“Oh yeah?” Brad chuckled. “What are they doing?”

“They are singing one of Kelly Clarkson’s songs. You know how much the love that girl. Julie says that they’ve been practicing like mad and that they sound pretty good.”

“When is the show?” Brad asked, the chances that he’d be able to make it were slim, but he had a lot of free time coming up soon. Babel was done and he’d be flying back to the states tonight. He couldn’t get back to the familiar.

“They are performing in the Thanksgiving Pageant and Talent show on November twenty-third.” Jane supplied, hoping above all hope that with enough notice, he would be able to make it. In the past seven years, she could count the number of times he and Jennifer visited on one hand. After the wedding, she and Bill had hoped that they would visit more often but there was always something…his work, Jen’s work. Well maybe he’d come home now.

“Really? I might be able to make that, but don’t tell anyone. I want to surprise the girls.”
Brad committed the date to memory.

Smiling Jane sent up a silent prayer that he would be able to make it home for Thanksgiving. “Okay, please try to make it honey.”

“I will mom.” Brad promised.

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May 30, 2005
3Manhattan, New York / Nairobi, Kenya

The theme from Ocean’s Eleven startled Angelina from a sound sleep. She’d spent the last three days recording a segment of MTV’s ‘My Diary’ in Sauri, Kenya with Dr. Jeffrey Sachs. She’d joined him in a tour of the ‘Millennium Village Project’. She’d made good friends and learned a lot about Dr. Sachs’ goals for the Kenyan villages.

Without turning on the lights, she reached for her cell phone. Smiling with knowledge of who was on the other end, and her voice breathy with sleep, she answered softly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Brad smiled at the sound of the soft, sultry voice on the other line. “How ya doin’?” his voice as whisper soft as hers.

“Fine.” Angelina rolled over on her back, using her free hand to push her hair from her face. “Where are you?”

“The Mandarin hotel. How are you?” Brad laid back on one of the hotel suites extra large sofas, rubbing his free hand over his chest. “You sound warm and soft. I would say I’m sorry for waking you but I’m not. I wanted to hear your voice…I’m a selfish man when it comes to you.”

laughing softly at his words - he reminded her of Mad when he wanted something – she purred, “I’m glad you called. Is filming done?”

“Yup, all done. I’m here waiting for my lady love.” Brad continued rubbing his chest in a circular pattern, crooking his left leg up at the knee, he stretched the right leg out along the length of the sofa, his only clothing a pair pf loose fitting white cotton shorts. His hair still wet from an earlier shower; he was the picture of relaxation. “So tell me about Sauri.”

Angelina felt that familiar feeling of complete love. No man had ever shown a true interest in her work. She doubt if they’d even really understood her need to do it. “It was amazing in some parts and heart wrenching in others. We visited a hospital in one of the villages. Three hundred patients are seen daily, by only one doctor. There are only eleven beds and those are usually shared by patients and sometimes their parents. I saw a child with pneumonia sharing a bed with his mother and later they added a child with malaria and his mother to the same bed. “ Angelina couldn’t keep the sadness from her voice.

Dropping his leg, Brad sat up. He didn’t like the sadness that he now heard. He been listening, but now he truly heard. “All four in the same bed?”

“Yeah…there’s no fresh…running water, not enough medicine…” taking a deep breath she continued. “They have to manually washed the hospital linens, using buckets of water. There’s an ambulance but it sits up on blocks and hasn’t worked for years. I don’t know how these people are surviving.” Angelina wiped at the tears welling up in here eyes. “Baby I would terrified if I had to put Mad in that hospital. You could end upcoming out sicker than when you went in. But it’s all they have.”

Memories of Windermere and her young sister flashed through his mind. There had to be a way to help them all. “I hear your voice baby, but I also hear your heart. What do you want to do?”

Angelina didn’t know where to start. “I want…I want to get them the basics. A new ambulance, new linens, routine medications, beds, running water. They need so much.”

“Let’s start there then. We’ll get them the ambulance, the beds, and the linens. As for the water system, we’ll have to donate the funds for the work and materials. And perhaps they can get the doctor more help as well.” He wanted to hear the smile in her voice again, but he also needed to keep things realistic. “Sweetheart, that’s only one village and it’s a mere band aid not a permanent solution.”

“I know…so many in need…” Angelina sighed heavily. “And so little aid to go around.” His generosity made her heart swell. His use of the word we and let’s, gave her the feeling of being part of a unit…a healthy unit. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Brad shook his head frowning.

“For standing by me and taking on my fight, even if it is a wild one.” She chuckled softly. It felt so good to be able to talk to someone who would listen and give feed back, whether you wanted to hear it or not.

“Baby, that’s what is suppose to happen in a healthy relationship. Couples who care for one another, have to care completely not just when it’s convenient to do so. I love you and I want you to be sure of that, every single day.” Brad whispered.

I do and I’m learning to appreciate you more and more everyday.” Angelina smiled. She was beginning to enjoy this ‘partnership.’ ’For the first time in her life, she felt as though someone truly ‘got’ her and wasn’t interested in changing her.

“And I appreciate all things you, everyday too baby. I’m learning too baby…I’m learning too.” Brad answered honestly. He wasn’t a pro at relationships; his divorce was proof of that. They would learn together. “Tell me more about the villages.”

“Oh, the first ‘Millennium Village’ is already on it’s way. The villagers were given small loans last year.” She paused for a moment before moving on. “The difference it made is amazing. They have crops now. They can sale for money and goods. They have food and the farmers can even donate a small portion of then crops to the local school. The school can now feed all the children, not just one class a day. The children are performing better and attendance is up. All they needed was just a little help. Not a hand out you know? Guidance, opportunity and little compassion is all they needed.”

Brad enjoyed the sound of her excitement. He wished he’d been able to experience it with her. “Yeah? That is amazing! Hopefully they’ll get to the second village soon and keep going until all the villages are as productive as this one.”

“Hopefully they’ll get three more up by the end of the year. The goal is to have at least one hundred up and running by the end of 2006.” Angelina yawned softly. “Oh Maddox says hi, he misses you, you’re his hero and he can’t wait to see you.”

“God only knows how much I miss him and his mother.” Brad's voice dropped an octave, “How many days?”

“Less than twenty-four hours.” Angelina couldn’t believe how fast time had passed.

“When do you two arrive?” Brad asked.

“We should land by two in the afternoon.” Angelina supplied eagerly. She was just as anxious as Maddox to see him. She couldn’t wait to feel his arms around her, his mouth on her and his body…

“And?”

Smiling at his obvious impatience. “We’re staying at the Essex.”

“That’s not far from me.” As if he’d read her thoughts, he moved on to dangerous territory. “ I can’t wait to get my hands on you and my mouth on you.” he teased.

“Mmmm…now that’s dangerous.” Angelina purred.

Trying to get his mind and overheated body off of her, he changed topics. “Did Akiva call you?”

“Yeah, he wants to have a meeting tomorrow. He called you too?” she asked.

“Uh…huh. Same thing…meeting tomorrow.” Brad frowned, he wondered if this was about the pictures.

“One guess.” Brad offered.

“Pictures?” Angelina answered.

“Yup.” A thought ran through his mind. “Damn!”

“What?” Angelina asked. His mood changed so suddenly.

“I have to finish the Diane Sawyer interview tomorrow. I wanted to meet your flight.” Brad groused.
“Baby you can’t meet me there. You know that. We’ll have time together.”

“Promise?” Brad pushed.

“Oh my yes.” Angelina assured him.

“I love you baby, get some sleep.” Brad blew a kiss into the phone.

“I love you too. What are you going to do?” Angelina asked.

“I booked a spa treatment. That dessert has killed my skin…it’s a mess.” Brad ran his hand over his cheeks.

“Hmmm…desert air huh? Well it is dry.” Angelina offered more in a whisper. “Stop smoking.”

Laughing, Brad answered. “I will, when my lady is here to hold my hand.”

“Good bye. I love you.”

“I love you too baby. Fly safely and kiss Mad for me.” Brad didn’t want hang up, but he knew she had to sleep. He’d see her soon.

“I will.” Blowing him a return kiss, she hung up.

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May 31, 2005
Manhattan
Essex Hotel

3:30pm…

Angelina placed the key card inside of the envelope with a small note. Handling the envelope to her assistant, Holly she asked her friend a favor. “Holly I can you please do me favor. Please?

Holly took the envelope. “Sure, let me guess, you want me to take this over to the Mandarin Hotel right?”

Smiling Angelina nodded. “Yes…thanks.”

“Anything for true love. While you head out the front lobby for your meeting, Mad and I will head out the back way. No one will see me leave here or enter there. “Putting the envelope into her shoulder bag. “When will you be back?”

“Soon hopefully. Akiva can go on but he’s not usually long winded.” Angelina laughed kissing Maddox on the forehead. “Mommy will be back soon. Listen to auntie Holly okay?”

Hugging his mother good bye, Maddox answered. “Yes mommy.”

Angelina left amidst a frenzy of paparazzi shout and snap shots. While Holly and Maddox left the back way and entering a waiting car without being noticed.

Copyright © 2006 all rights reserved By ‘Rica’

CHAPTER TWENTY - WINNER'S DESIRE

2006-12-05T22:58:00.001-05:00

Morocco
Hotel Le Berber Palace
May 17, 2005

The Secret of a true Orgasm…

“You Cheated!” Angelina laughed, dodging Brad’s grasping arms.

“I won.” Brad answered. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, he’d finally found a woman who honestly enjoyed competing and wasn’t afraid to loose. Though she won more often then one would have thought and not because he’d let her, but because she was good.

“You cheated!” Angelina handed him her racket. Reaching down she grabbed her sports bag and his. Shelving hers on her shoulder, she waited while he stored their borrowed rackets in the equipment caddy.

“I won. You can’t cheat at tennis, when there’s no one to call score.” Brad laughed. Storing the rackets he grabbed his bag from her and took hers from her shoulder. Carrying both bags on his shoulder, he reached for her hand.

Taking his hand, she let him lead her through the court area. She didn’t bother to ask him where they were going. She learned to trust him and so far his surprises had been wonderful. He’d surprised her by taken her scuba diving. She’d been unaware that he scuba dived. He’d taken her on an elephant ride, to visit the royal palaces and to a few open air bazaars. She looked forward to his surprises. For once in her life, she didn’t mind allowing someone else to take control. “Okay fine. You won…no cheating.”

“Thank you for conceding. I thought we were going to be at this all day. Your mother is so right. You are stubborn little thing.” Brad bumped playfully into Angelina, throwing her steps off. He continued walking, dodging her attemps at reciprocation until they’d moved through the courts, past the outdoor bar and out into the back parking area. He led her to an empty parking space and stopped.

After waiting a moment in silence, Angelina felt compelled to make a comment. “I think we’ve been here before. Now maybe not this particular parking space, but yep…I’m almost certain that we’ve seen this lot before.”

Brad shook his head. Drop the bags and without warning smacked Angelina on the behind lightly. “Nobody likes a smart ass.”

“Oh…ouch!” Angelina rubbed her abused bottom. Licking her tongue out, she responded in true Angelina style. “Well I don’t know about that Bradley. You were amazed at how smart my ass was last night while you were drawing circles with your tongue on…”

“Whoa! Our ride’s here honey.” Brad stopped Angelina, watching as the black SUV he’d ordered pulled up. Opening the door, Brad helped Angelina into the truck. Tossing their bags into the truck, he followed suit.

“Monsieur Pitt!” One of the hotel’s staff members rushed towards the SUV carrying a large overnight bag. “Here you are sir. Everything is as you requested…ready and waiting.”

“Thank you Sharahn, I appreciate it. Please tell Monsieur Aswhari I said thank you.” Brad took the bag and fished out a large tip for the attendant.

“Thank you Monsieur Pitt and I will definitely let the manager know how much you appreciate his help. We are most happy to be of service. Have a good afternoon…you too Mademoiselle Jolie.” He waved as the truck moved out of the parking lot. He looked down at the tip in his hands. His eyes wide as he recognized the denomination of the bill…one hundred dollars. Monsieur Pitt had just given him one hundred dollars for helping him surprise Mademoiselle Jolie, and she was definitely in for a surprise.

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Angelina watched the city pass by the windows. She listened to Brad as he took a call. Judging by Brad’s side of the conversation, he was speaking to Alejandro. She glanced behind her at the large overnight bag. She wondered what was in it. Now she wondered where they were going. Brad was a master at keeping her guessing.

Half listening to Alejandro, Brad watched Angelina glance back at the bag, once and then twice. He knew the suspense was killing her. And he was enjoying it. Returning his attention back to Alejandro he finished his call.

Closing her eyes Angelina leaned back and enjoyed simply being with this man she loved more and more each day. His voice soothed her more than any other. His presence made her feel safe, his desire for her made her feel like as though she were the most beautiful woman in the world. So lost in thought she didn’t notice the direction they were traveling until the truck stopped on the tarmac of a private airstrip were a small private plane waited. Now she needed to know. “Brad, where are we going?”

Brad didn’t utter a single word, while he buckled her into one of the plane’s four seats. Finally kneeling down he smoothed her hair away from her face. “Winner’s Desire.”

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The Sahara Desert…

Angelina couldn’t believe that Brad had brought her to the middle of the Sahara desert. He refused to say anything other than ‘Winner’s Desire” He said nothing else and simply smiled at Angelina’s stunned expression when they finally arrived at large Berber desert village near the city of Ad Dakhla and were greeted by its leader, Sheik Hasim El Krim. A man Brad had obviously met before. Angelina noticed that the Sheik seemed to hold a great deal of respect and affection for Brad. They were introduced to the rest of his people and led to a large outdoor meal, which everyone enjoyed. Angelina had enjoyed meeting the villagers. She’d learned that they weren’t the usual Nomadic Berbers. She’d been told that due to an unresolved United Nations peace plan from the early nineties, they were only allowed to live in the desert four months out of the year. The other months they resided in different cities, depending on each family’s holdings. Angelina realized why Brad had befriended this group; they were an amazing people…strong, intelligent, giving and simply beautiful. Angelina made a mental note in her mind to research the treaty on her return home. But like Brad she wanted to keep these special people safe from the intrusion of the paparazzi and Hollywood.

Sighing as she slid deeper into the cooling bath, Angelina glanced around the large four room Berber style tent. She’d never seen such a tent. It was constructed of four rooms, varying in size. The living area, dinning area and sleeping section were the largest, leaving the smaller section for bathing and dressing. Berber and Afghan rugs covered the entire floor of the tent. She could see no sand. The ground actually seemed to be packed so that it served as a hard base for the furniture and the huge tub in which she soaked. Entering the tent, she’d caught a glimpse of the large ornate bed. It was circular and sat high on a pewter frame that rose above the bed itself in large carved posters, situated at both the head and the foot of the bed. Angelina had never seen anything like it. Everything inside the tent was simply pure decadence. No other words would apply.

Angelina had assumed that this was the Sheik’s tent, but Safreen had informed her that this tent belonged to the crowned prince of Morocco, Prince Mohammed VI. He used it on his visits to their village from time to time. Safreen had also told Angelina that the Prince himself had requested that Mr. Pitt be given the use of his tent for as long as he desired it. “Your man is very powerful. No one but Prince Mohammed uses this tent…ever. The Prince must respect and like Mr. Brad a great deal. Our leader does as well, he was very excited when Mr. Brad asked to come for a visit and bring someone special to meet us. You are very special to him. Mr. Brad has only brought one other person her…Mr. George. Other than that, he has always come alone.”

After a deep tissue Almond oil massage, Angelina had been led to an awaiting hot bath. She hadn’t seen Brad since the meal. The same young woman had let slip that Brad was enjoying much the same treatment in the Sheik’s tent. “Miss Angelina?”

Safreen’s soft voice broke into Angelina’s reverie. “Yes?”

Holding a large turquoise bath sheet, Safreen gestured at the tub. “Your bath water has gone cold. Please come. She watched Angelina stand and step from the tub. Safreen admired Angelina’s full breast and long legs but thought she was bit too thin. Safreen’s mother had told her that Westerner’s idea of beauty was different from their own. While Berber and Arabic men preferred women with lush curves and a bit more flesh on their bones, Westerners preferred thinner women. Safreen thought Angelina would have been a Berber’s choice as well. Her face was absolutely beautiful. Safreen couldn’t remember seeing a woman more magnificent. Mr. Brad was very lucky, and after getting a quick look at him in his bath, Safreen realized that Ms. Angelina was just as lucky. After their baths, the tribe’s men and women had been given strict instructions that the two were to be left alone. No one was to go near their tent. Safreen blushed at what she and the others guessed would be going on.

Angelina stepped into the towel, sitting on a chaise lounge, she allowed Safreen to dry her. She was completely unused to such treatment but couldn’t help being lulled by it. She lay on her stomach and allowed Safreen to massage more oil into her skin, before donning a deep blue and purple caftan. The feel of the cool material against her naked skin brought another sigh to her lips. “Thank you so much Safreen.”

”It was my honor to be selected to help you.” Leading Angelina to the large bedroom area Safreen gestured to the large bed that sat on an ornate pewter frame. Angelina didn’t bother to ask how such a heavy frame had been transported out here to the desert, she already knew. But at the moment she found Safreen much more interesting.

“Safreen sit with me for a moment.” Angelina patted the space next to her. When the young woman hesitated, Angelina added. “Please.” After the Safreen gave in and sat next to her, Angelina continued. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Well…I’m nineteen. I’ll be twenty on the fifteenth of next month.”

“Do you go to school?” Angelina asked. She watched Safreen’s face brighten.

“Oh yes! I’m lucky the women in this tribe are allowed to go to school and even attend University if they like. El Krim pays for our food and shelter while we are away. Some women are no so lucky, even in this day and age.” Safreen smiled. “But I have two more years to still before I can graduate and my father wants me to marry. My mother calls him all kinds of a fool. She wants me to finish school and then get married.”

“And what do you want?” Angelina watched Safreen’s expression as she answered.

Head down, Safreen’s voice dropped to a whisper. Angelina had to strain to hear her. “I want to go back to school. But I don’t want to hurt my father. He’s a good man and has already picked my future husband. If he pleads his case before Sheik El Krim, the Shiek will stand with my father. ”

“Have you tried talking to your father? Told him how you feel about school?” a thought crossed Angelina’s mind. “How do you feel about the young man he’s chosen for you? Do you love him?”

“He’s a good man. His family has large holdings and I will live comfortably.” Safreen answered quietly, her gaze downcast.

“Yes but do you love him?” Angelina asked again.

“I’ve known him all of my life. He and my brother are very good friends,” Safreen tried to describe Ahmed. “And very handsome.”

Angelina took the young woman’s hands in hers. “Yes but do you love him Safreen?”

Sighing heavily, Safreen answered. “No…but you Westerner’s don’t understand. It is not for us to decide who our future husband is. That is our father’s right. We are dutiful and respectful and believe that our father knows what is best for us. I don’t mind marrying Ahmed, I just want to finish University first.”

Angelina felt shame over her wasted education. She had all kinds of opportunities to educate herself and had never taken advantage and here Safreen was with very limited access to school and no choice as to who her husband would be. Angelina couldn’t imagine having to allow her father to choose her husband. “Is your father close to the Sheik?”

“Yes, he’s one of his advisors. When the tribe moves into the city during the later months, my father works very closely with Sheik El Krim and his brother. My father was the man sitting directly across from Mr. Brad.”

“Yes I remember him. He seems very nice.” Knowing the structure of the tribe, Angelina realized that Brad would have more success with both the Sheik and Safreen’s father, maybe he could help. She’d ask him what he thought before saying anything to Safreen, not wanting to get her hopes up.

Before Safreen could answer Brad walked into the tent. “Hello ladies,”

Safreen jumped to her feet bowing slightly in awe of tall handsome and very golden man, standing before her in a sheer white caftan embossed with gold thread. Her eyes downcast, she stared at his bare feet. He’d removed his sandals before entering the tent, observing the local custom. She noticed that her had very nice feet. “I’m so sorry Mr. Brad. I’ll get out of your way immediately.”

Catching Safreen as she stumbled slightly, “That’s okay…Safreen…right?” At her nod he continued. “You looked as though you two were having quite a conversation, he pointed to Angelina.

“Yes we were, but I have to go now. Have a nice rest.” Safreen left the two alone in the shaded tent.

Brad smiled. “I don’t think that I have ever cleared a room so quickly.”

“We were discussing education and arranged marriages. Safreen wants to finish school. She has two years left but her father wants her to marry his choice. She doesn’t mind the marriage, but she wants to finish school first.” Angelina recounted the whole conversation for Brad.

Shaking his head, “Angel, you can’t get involved. We are here as guests. Interfering in their cultural traditions can be seen as an insult.”

“I’m not saying that we should go in Angelina's say that their way is wrong. I just wonder if Safreen’s father and El Krim will listen to you. They obviously hold a great deal of respect for you. Perhaps if you mention casually that you overheard Safreen and I discussing Safreen’s wish to finish out the two years at University and then marry, they will hear you…you’re a man…a powerful one in their eyes. They will listen to you.” She could tell he was about to give in. “Please?”

Brad stared at her for a moment. “And when the next girl walks in here and starts…”

Angelina waved her hand, stopping him. “No…no, it’s not like that. Safreen just seemed so sweet and I’m the one that brought up education, not her. I promise, I won’t ask you to do this again.” She stood and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, she leaned into his warm body. He smelled so good. “Please?” she looked up at him, eyes pleading.

Brad couldn’t hold out any longer. “Alright…Just this once!” Kissing her quickly on the lips, he took her hand and led her too a small stool, that sat in the center of the bedroom

Teach U a Lesson - Robin Thicke

Angelina watched Brad pull a hairbrush and a large deep red scarf from the overnight bag, he’d brought. He dropped the scarf into her lap and began brushing her slightly damp hair.

“Mmmmm….that feels so good.” Her head tilted forward. “I can’t remember the last time someone brushed my hair.”

His strokes remained deep and long, he pulled the brush through her thick hair slowly and methodically. He watched her head fall forward. “Angel do you know what the word “Tantra” means?”

His voice was as soothing as the strokes. The combination of both seem to have a lulling affect 0n her. She answered easily and honestly. “Mmmm…yes. It means “woven together.” She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. “Are you trying to put me to sleep?”

“No sweetheart, far from it.” He pulled the brush down the side of her head. The hair was nearly dry. He knew she’d practiced yoga and other forms of meditation, but he had no idea how far she’d gone. “Do you know what the “right hand” and “left hand” are?”

Her mind began drifting. “Hmmm…they are the two paths of tantra yoga.”

“And/”

“The “right hand” is a more meditational or monogamous rite; while the “left hand” is used in groups.” Angelina's body began to slump slightly.

Brad watched her slump forward. “Angel, can you hear me.” When she nodded, he continued. “Have you every practiced either.”

“No, I’ve only read about them.” She sighed as he put the brush down and began massaging her scalp. Her eyes focused on the vibrant scarf.

His fingers began drawing deep circles over her scalp, moving from the nape to the hairline at her forehead and moving wide to her temples, circling lightly this time. “Did you know that I practiced for a while?” She shook her head. “And two years before Jennifer and I were married, I spent three and a half months in monastery studying and learning from the Tibetan Monks. While I was there I also learned other forms, Shaktiism and Shaivism.” Reaching for the scarf, he tied it snuggly around her eyes, speaking directly into her ear.

Engulfed by a sudden feeling of disorientation, Angelina pulled at the blindfold. “Brad!”

“Shhh…I’m right here.” Brad took hold of her hands and helped her stand. Moving her slowly to the bed, he spoke softly. “I want us to experience pure feeling…not so much the orgasm, but the intense feelings leading up to the orgasm. Are you open?”

Allowing his voice to calm her, Angelina couldn’t remember ever allowing someone…man or woman total control over her. Unable to find her voice, she nodded.

Pushing his hand into the deep v neck opening of her caftan, Brad cupped one of her breast, weighing the silky smooth globe in his hand. He tightened his grip almost painfully. “Do you understand what I want to do Angel? I need to hear your answer. Are you open to the experience?”

Angelina spoke softly…hesitantly as he continued to tighten his hold on her breast, pinching the sensitive nipple. “Ye…yes. I understand and I’m open!” Leaning her head back against his chest, she gave in completely. “Complete feelings.”

“Good girl.” Brad removed his hand. Smoothing her hair back, he planted a kiss on the top of her head before moving away. He circled her slowly, watching her for a moment.

Angelina reached out to find what she couldn’t see. Her voice quiet, she asked. “Where are you?”

“Close.” He stood quietly still watching her. He could tell she was feeling uncomfortable and he wanted her realize the depth of the feeling. Grasping the loose sides of Angelina's caftan he pulled it over her head, leaving her naked with only a blindfold. He watched as a bright pink flush of color spread over her chest and neck. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Angelina didn’t know what to say. So she simply remained silent.

“Answer me.” Brad moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He waited patiently for her answer.

Angelina turned her face in the direction of his voice. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Brad pushed.

“Yes, I feel uncomfortable. I can’t see you…no protection. I can’t see you…but you can see every inch of me.” Angelina breathed.

“And you feel?” Brad pushed to the answer he was looking for.

Reluctantly she answered. “I feel vulnerable”

Standing Brad moved silently, standing behind her he reached around and grasped her chin. Gently twisting her head sideways, he lowered his mouth to taste her lips, sucking the bottom slightly longer then the top. Leaving her lips he drew his tongue slowly up the delicate line of her jaw.

Angie caught her breath at the sudden sensation. Without her sight, she seemed to be sensitive to every touch and gesture. Senses on edge, trying to figure out what was coming next. “Brad…”

“Shhh…don’t speak…just feel. Don’t think…just allow. Don’t move…just experience.” Starting at the nape of her neck, Brad trailed gentle kisses down her spin. Kneeling behind her, Brad caressed and molded the smooth mounds of her buttocks, His soft caresses quickly becoming firm. Without warning his lips replaced his hands.

Angelina’s gasp was like the sound of a pin dropping in the silence. Brad quieted her once again. “No sounds Angel…not yet. Right now you need to concentrate on feeling.” At her nod, he continued his physical worship, sucking the supple skin of each buttock, leaving love marks that would last for days. Rubbing his teeth across the rosy flesh, Brad bit down slightly; causing Angelina to shiver slightly, her breathing changing from rapid to erratic. Massaging the flesh one last time, Brad gave Angelina instructions. “Slow your breathing. Breathe with me. In…out…in…out…in…out”

Once her breathing matched his; Brad continued tasting. Drawing his tongue slowly up her spine until he once again stood behind her…chest to back, groin to buttocks, lips to head and neck. Pulling her back against his chest, he swung her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. With his kneed braced on the edge of the bed, he laid her in the center. “Don’t move.” He whispered. Leaving the bed he went to the overnight bag again. Removing four large scarves and a small bottle of oil from the bag, Brad returned to the bed with his bounty.

Removing his caftan, Brad joined her on the bed. Turning her over to lie on her stomach Brad straddled her hips, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Are you open?” As he spoke, he spread her arms wide and pushed them above her head.

Angelina’s mind was on the weight of Brad sitting on her hips. She had to concentrate in order to give him one simple answer. “Yes.”

He repeated the same words he uttered two days before. “I want you tied, blind folded and face down.” As he spoke he knotted a scarf securely around each of wrist. Taking the free end of the scarves her double knotted them to hidden bars in elaborate frame. Moving down to her ankles he spread her legs wide and taking the last two scarves repeated the previous actions. Sitting back he stared at her body. Her body was left open to him. His eyes savored the delicate, pink folds of her hidden passage.

Her mind was reeling…she was wide open and vulnerable to him. Without sight, she could only imagine, wholly feel, every touch and every movement.

Lying down next to her, he watched as she tried to come to grips with her body’s bondage and her own mental and physical vulnerabilities. Using a single finger, he followed the same path his tongue had taken not long ago. Moving slowly, he traced the crease that separated her soft buttocks, watching her body shiver as his digit slipped lower still, finding the nether lips that guarded the paradise he sought. “Shhh…just feel.” He murmured as he separated the pouty lips, he uncovering the swollen quivering nub hidden there. Teasing the nub he pinched and worried it into arousal. Leaving the nub, Brad circled the lush opening before pushing a single finger into her inch by slow inch until it was completely buried inside of her.

Holding his finger there, he leaned into her ear. “Feel me, here…inside you” He pulled his finger out to the tip, adding a second as he pushed back into her dark passage. Repeating the actions in an age old rhythm, he added a third finger. Pushing in and out, he aroused her body and set her mind a flame; his own body already on edge…hard and erect. He used the same breathing technique; he’d coached to keep from spilling his seed all over them both.

She couldn’t move. Her lungs were tightening against the air moving in and out of them. Her panting came in time to the rhythm Brad’s fingers set. Whimpering was uncontrollable as her excitement grew and then suddenly his fingers stopped moving. She waited…it was all she could do. Wait and feel. She turned her thoughts inward. She concentrated on the electric thrumming of her tortured nerve endings. She could feel the muscles in her lower body clinching in aroused spasms.

“Calm your breathing. Breathe slowly. Feel my fingers, filling you…touching you. Feel them moving in, moving out.” His fingers began moving once again. “Breathe slowly. In…out…in…out.” He increased the rhythm. “Feel them moving faster…your nerves tightening. I can feel you clenching. Relax and breathe. The goal is feeling not orgasm.”

Angelina slowed her breathing and relaxed her muscles. She didn’t bother to speak. She followed his instructions and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers; on the feeling of fullness. She focused on the friction his movement caused. She bit down on the moan that fought to escape her throat. How could a man hold such sway over her mind and body?

Brad pulled his fingers free, slowly. Caressing the perfect cheeks of her buttocks, he inserted one wet finger. Pushing gently into the channel he was about to initiate. “Have you ever accepted a man here Angel?”

Pulled from her breathing task, she was startled into answering. “When I was about fifteen my boyfriend tried it, but it was too painful.” She went on. “Billy and I tried it and it wasn’t the greatest feeling, especially the next morning. I don’t think I like it.”

“You will this time. You’ll have to work past the discomfort. I’ll be here with you. Are you open? I won’t ask again.” Brad asked, his finger moving deeper. He could tell by the tensing and jerking movement, Angelina was unaccustomed to the invasion and didn’t find it pleasant. Because her senses were still so heightened, the discomfort was minor.

“Yes.” She whispered the word, her mind on the invasion.

“There is no going back Angel. I’ll try not to hurt you, but you know that there will be some pain. It is part of the goal.” Brad instructed.

“Alright”

“For a man the pain comes from the retention of our natural orgasms. That is why the man and woman must meditate as one...make their individual battles…one.” Working his finger in and out slowly Brad prepared her entrance for his erection. He’d been holding on to it since she stood naked before him. She had no idea, but his pain had already begun.

Pulling his finger free, Brad reached for a pillow and the bottle of oil he’d taken from the bag. Lifting her slightly by the waist, Brad slid the pillow underneath Angelina’s hips, using it to adjust her bottom up. Pouring a quarter size amount in his palm, he rubbed the oil over his entire erection. Coating two fingers, he teased her opening once again. He pushed his fingers deep making sure the channel was well oiled.

Angelina hadn’t expected the oil and pulled against the scarves when his fingers pushed steadily into her, working ruthlessly to widen her entry. Tightening against the invasion, she bit down against the moan that threatened to escape; loosing the battle when he mounted her from behind and carefully pushed the head of his erection into her tight passage. Pulling back, he paused a moment before pushing deeper.

Leaning over her, Brad whispered. “Don’t focus on the pain. Feel the fullness.” He repeated the movements, pushing in and pulling out carefully pass her tightening walls until he was completely embedded. Lying full length across her body, Brad let his full weight pin her down. His body still, Brad could feel her passage gripping and releasing him. His own body throbbed in a rhythm that was natural to both he and Angelina.

Angelina breathed steadily pass the burning sensation until she became accustomed to his aroused flesh. She could feel her rear channel stretching…widening to accommodate him. He seemed larger somehow. Concentrating on the strong throbbing of his erection, she relaxed and allowed her body to accept him completely. His weight, pinning her down became more of an animalistic arousal then mere male on female sexual domination. He was now so deeply inside her, their bodies throbbing in unison, that she could not tell where she ended he began. She did the only thing she could do…breath.

They lay that way…as one for what seemed to both as a small eternity; learning the feel of one another, breathing as one entity, he in…her out. It wasn’t long before Angelina realized that movement was not necessary for an all encompassing arousal.

Brad let the full onslaught of arousal, wash over him. “Do you feel them?” he whispered in her ear. “The feelings…their intensity?” She finally understood the union he’d sought; this feeling of fullness, oneness and immeasurable arousal. Always understanding pain, Angelina embraced the discomfort- now edging into pleasure- as Brad once again began to move in and out of her body.

Lifting his weight from her, he placed one hand on each side her head, his knees on the mattress and began pumping forcefully…ruthlessly. Steeped in mindless ecstasy, Brad continued his onslaught, is mind now on Angelina and her mounting arousal. He slowed his thrust, coming to a full stop. “Lesson one is complete and now for lesson two…full release. I’m going to fuck you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I first met you.”

His words adding to her aroused senses, Angelina gasped out as he began thrusting again. For the first time in her life she was about to have an orgasm from anal sex. Every muscle in her body constricted as he thrust in and out of her rear passage as though it had been made solely for him. She could only feel and accept as he worked her body into a frenzy of orgasmic longing, the now dulling pain adding sharply to the pleasure. Combing his fingers through her thick hair, Brad used his leverage to press Angelina’s face into the mattress.

Accepting his domination over her again, Angelina gave into the light headedness of air deprivation. Fighting against her bonds, Angelina tried pushing her hips into his. The lack of air, the painful tug of the scarves and the constant pounding into her rear channel, was all she could take.

Lifting his hand from her head, Brad allowed Angelina to turn her face to the side for air, before returning his hold to her head. Leaning over her as he pounded into her body, his voice penetrated her hazed mind. “Let it take it. Scream your release. Give in to it completely. Scream for me.” And as the tension broke and rapture took hold of her, Angelina did just that, screaming his name as she came.

Pulling from her pulsing body, Brad rolled as quickly as his heavily aroused body would allow him. Coming to the edge of the bed, he used the clean cloth and bowl of fresh water that he’d asked Safreen to leave for him, to cleanse himself. Finishing he moved back to where Angelina lay, still captured in the throws of her orgasm, her body gyrating against her bonds. The sight almost sent him into release.

Giving her no chance to adjust Brad position himself behind her once more; rubbing his
throbbing erection against her soft, damp folds, enjoying Angelina’s attempts to push back against him. Bending forward, his lips lightly grazed the sensitive nape of her neck, then adding his weight to his movements, Brad thrust powerfully into her begging body, seating himself completely. He withdrew slowly, filled her again, thrusting in long, slow strokes, nudging deep. The largeness of him stirred the same nerve endings that were still in the throes of the previous torturous orgasm.

Barely catching her breath, Angelina’s whimpers filled the tent, which still held remnants of her past screams. Though her body was trying to calm itself, she was still so dizzyingly aroused, hot, achy and needy, and as her body fought to calm itself she felt yet another orgasm building.

He filled her almost lazily; covering the silky flesh of her neck and shoulders in tiny open mouthed kisses intermingled with love bites. Small broken sounds escaped her lips with each slow thrust of his erection. The small sounds became steady cries as his continued to thrust and withdraw, inch by excruciating inch. His weight and her bonds prevented her from changing or controlling the pace.

Unable to move more than her wrists and ankles, Angelina lay helpless as Brad slammed into her wet body, the heavy weight of his testicles slapping against her tender bottom, arousing her rear channel all over again. Suddenly images behind the blindfold filled her mind in bright color. She wanted to be filled completely…every orifice. She wanted to see him filling her…fucking her. His large hand found her face, caressing and tracing her lips before inserting a finger between them. She stroked it with her tongue, closing her lips over the firm digit and sucking it fully into her mouth.

The wet, hot suction of her mouth and the wet, hot suction of her dark passage drove him mercilessly. “You like this…me inside you like this.” He punctuated his words with thrusts. Removing his finger from her mouth, he gripped a handful of her thick dark hair.

Tied, blind folded and helpless, her body his to brutally command, she could only respond. “Ye…Yes! Please Brad…please!”

“Please what babe?” Brad tightened his hold on her hair and pushed deeply into her body…right to the hilt. It just wasn’t enough, this penetration. He wanted his balls inside her too and even that wouldn’t be enough!

“I need to come. Please let me.” She breathed, her body held on the precipice of orgasmic bliss.

“Alright babe.” Brad cupped Angelina's head and adjusted it so that he had easy access to her mouth. Capturing her lips, his tongue thrust deeply, matching the deep thrust of his hips. Plunging his thick erection deeply again, he held, grinding his hips in circles against her bottom, pumping into her. Fighting her bonds, Angelina tried again to push against him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in tempo with his lower body, both driving into her.

The tension gripping her body suddenly exploded. Flooding her with an orgasm so intense it was more painful than pleasurable. This orgasm was deeper; it pulsed at the very core of her soul. Brad continued ramming into her his body working against the orgasmic spasms that caused the walls of her vagina to grip and milk his erection. Giving in to the sexual haze that now controlled him, Brad released his seed into her, in a forceful flood of liquid heat, sending Angelina into another round of spasms. Relaxing his weight fully upon her, Brad enjoyed the feel of her body under his, helplessly convulsing around his still semi-aroused penis.

Held down by his body, she screamed his name again as she came. Angelina realized that the process of relinquishing control and literally trusting a man blindly with your body…your safety and your very life was a soul stirring event. She knew she’d ever be the same. She given Brad something she’d never given another person…complete control. She realized she liked it.

The tent now held the sounds of the two lovers’ heavy breathing until both fell unconscious. His weight pressing her into the mattress, his body still joined to hers and her limbs still tied.

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The village was silent as Safreen made her way to the large tent. After hearing the screams, she’d been worried for Miss Angelina. The Sheik had warned them away from the tent, but Safreen couldn’t sleep without making sure that all was okay. She knew that Mr. Brad was a good man, but sometimes men…even good ones could unknowingly hurt a woman in their passions. Peeking in, she saw nothing. Moving steadily to the bedchamber of the tent, she stepped just in the door. There was a tiny lamp burning in the corner of the tent, low enough to keep her in the shadows.

Seeing the two lovers now lovingly cradled in each other’s arms, she knew all was well. Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the oil and the scarves…two still tied to the frame and one around Miss Angelina’s wrist and the other around Mr. Brad’s wrist.

Yes they were fine. Safreen left, praying her future husband would be half as satisfying as Mr. Brad was for Miss Angelina.

Smiling she left quietly, leaving the two lovers in peace.

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

2006-09-21T16:14:00.000-04:00

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

2006-09-21T15:56:00.000-04:00

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

2006-09-21T15:48:00.000-04:00

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”

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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.

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