For Mature Audience.
1987
Calabasas, California
"Do you like being a bodyguard?"
"Yeah-It pays good." Michael peered at her through his peripheral vision.
"Do you like being a film director's wife?" He mumbled out, his voice barely above a whis...
Author's Note: This is like a chapter cut in half because it's taken me too long to write this one. So the next chapter will just be a continuation of this one. Thank you for your time and patience. I really hope you enjoy reading this. <3
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1987 Halloween 7:00 PM
In between Salma's fingers she held on to a makeup sponge. Lathered all over the surface of the sponge was white face paint.
She dabbed the makeup along Michael's smooth skin. He sat slouched on top of the lid of the toilet. His hands clasped together and his head titled up.
"Why do you cover them up?" Salma stood over him, her other hand held back the loose strands of hair away from his face.
The sponge traveled all about; a pasty white mask casted over his caramel skin. His nose crinkled up as she blended along the tip of it.
A line formed between his brows, creasing the wet base. "My spots?" He mumbled through the side of his mouth.
"Yeah."
His broad shoulders shrugged slightly and his hands slid down to his knees. He squinted one of his open, his stare met with hers.
For once she towered over him, her bangs draped over her eyes. She nibbled on her bottom lip and her eyes fixated on her squirming canvas.
"I want skin like yours—Clear and not a spec outta' place," he admitted. His eye flicked shut and he pinched the fabric of his pants. Tapping his foot along the vinyl floor as the muscles in his jaw peered out at her.
"Well, I like your skin as is. They're just freckles—Nothin' to be embarrassed of. You need to stop sleepin' with all that makeup on too." She pushed an airy chuckle out from her crooked smile.
She began lining around his mouth with black face paint. The strokes precise and slow and she wouldn't dare blink.
"Teddys gettin' real' tired of having to wash your pillow case every Wednesday," she joked as she dabbed the sponge in some more black paint.
