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: I was in the psyche ward. dead ass, I'm being so dead serious. ANYWAYS here's half of the chapter because I've been gone too long. THEN next chapter will be the rest of this chapter....
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Halloween 1987 10:34 PM
Salma plopped the pillows on to the shaggy rug. The fire from the fireplace lit the room in an orange hue.
Setting aside the coffee table as she laid out a blanket and a fluffy comforter underneath the pillows.
"You sure you don't want to head home? I don't mind driving in the rain," he spoke softly to her.
"I'm not letting you drive in this weather. It's dangerous." She shook her head as she crouched down. On her slim frame hung a pair of Michael's sweatpants and one of his old night shirts.
With a click she placed two bottles of wine on to the floor. She sat crisscrossed in front of the warm fire as she tugged at the comforter. Draping it over her shoulders while Michael plopped himself beside her.
He grasped for his share of the blanket. On his muscular body he wore a snug white T-shirt with a pair of plaid pajamas.
"Pass me those, I'll open 'em." He held a corkscrew in his hand and with the other he motioned for the bottles.
Salma placed them softly in front of him. His legs crossed and his posture slouched forward. The messy curls framed his chiseled face, a few strands hung over his eyes.
He twisted the corkscrew into the cork. The veins in his hands bulged out and his brows furrowed. His teeth sank down into his lip, nibbling until the cork slipped out.
"Here," he lifted the bottled up to her. To which she took a hold of it with both of her hands.
"Thanks."
Salma brought the opening up to her lips and in poured the dry red wine. It invaded her taste buds with its bitter taste.
Her eyes fixed on the flames of the fire as they danced around. They pushed one another out of the way just to prance in the front for just a moment.
As she guzzled her nose began to sting and her eyes started to water. Discomfort all worth while for the warmth nestled deep into her stomach.
She swallowed the last mouthful of wine down with a harsh gulp. The bottle made its way down to her lap where she cradled it in her hands.
Her far off gaze loomed at him as she smacked her mouth open and closed. Gathering every bit of saliva on her tongue to be rid of the taste.
A light flashed into the kitchen window and then came a loud roar that rumbled the walls. Salma flinched as her eyes widened.
