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By: Soxy
Page Six FYI- on the Orlando Bloom
love-fest. It’s been heard that Ms. Kate
Bosworth is fighting mad that a no good singer is getting her man's
attentions. Bosworth has dropped the affair with her co-star, and is apparently
making plans to get to where her man is. When questioned about the rumors
of a break-up, Bosworth would only say her and Orli were very much in love.
His lips savagely took hers and she felt herself falling deeper. His hands held her face, and gently, his thumbs caressed the side of her face. His nose brushed against hers softly, and his kisses were addictive. They were both lost in how they felt, consequence and reality be damned. But it was that thought that brought her back to herself. Her consciousness rose as she realized exactly what was going on. She pushed him back, and slowly pulled her shirt off. His eyes glued to the new skin being showed. She walked backwards the bed and let her the silky corset fall to the floor. She turned, and looked coyly over her shoulder. She used her best come-hither stare and got on the bed. She lay down precisely like any good centerfold would. “Michelle?” The confusion in his voice tore at her, but only for a moment. “Get on with it, Bloom, just fuck me already,” she said, the pain in her eyes knee- weakening to him. “Mike, this isn’t…” “It’s all it will ever be, Orli.” She licked her lips and looked him straight in the eye. “You have that beautiful girlfriend. Did you forget her? I imagine when she’s less than a couple of thousand miles away from you you remember who she is.” She ran a hand through her hair and stood up, slipping out of her skirt. He could barely breathe. He didn’t know whether it was because of the sight before him or her words. Honesty would tell him it was the sight. The words were lost to him as she solidified every fantasy he’d had about her. She had the body of a goddess. “So let’s just get this over with, because no matter how long we wait… it’s still going to be wrong. But, maybe you like dirty?” She accused with a vicious laugh. “Mike, please..” His mind snapped back to attention. While his body burned, he could feel something inside him tear away slowly. There was something so much more than this moment in her eyes. Something he wanted to take away, take onto himself so he would never have to see it in her. “Please what, I’m offering you my body, for the night. So let’s get this ridiculous lust out of the way, ok? Then tomorrow, when you remember what its like to have regrets, I can just run away.” “It’s not like that,” A hand through his unruly curls had her heart beating faster. Fool. “No?” She asked with a sad laugh. “Maybe, just maybe I’ll pretend for five fucking minutes that this is more than just two attractive people who know that if they ever got the time to get into bed with one another it will burn forever in their minds as the best sex they’d ever have.” She looked meaningfully towards the sheets that she’d been sprawled across moments before. The bile rising her throat only added to the ache inside her. “I’ll pretend, Orli, that this could be love. That you’ll leave her, because what is between us so deep and so strong there is no way for you to live a lie with her. I’ll pretend that this thing between us is the stuff Disney sells everyday. But, do you know what happens?” She didn’t let him finish. A rough hand through her hair she finished her own thought. “I fucking wake up, and realize that if you’d do this to her, you’d do it to me. So do me a favor, and just get this over with. You’ll get it out of your system and I’ll know that one time in my life I was that girl!” “Mikey, please, I just..” He couldn’t put the words together. “You know what, get out.” She looked away as her emotions over took her and she felt the tears burning behind her eyes. “Just get out.” “Mikey,” his voice was hoarse, his tone pathetic. “I don’t want you to think of me..” “Like you’re the bad guy? No, Orlando, I wouldn’t. I’m realizing its human nature to want. I’ve come to terms with a man’s lust, compared to his love. No, the only person who sickens me the most is the person I see in the mirror. That damn girl with fucking foolish hopes.” “Just get out.” He reached for her; he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms. He wanted to hold her, explain to her. But explain what? Hell, even he didn’t know what the hell was going on between the two of them. He didn’t know why he came to her room. He was driven by something so deep inside of him it scared him. He knew love. He understood lust. He’d mastered seduction and pretty words. This was more. So much more... She was right. Nothing, absolutely nothing could happen if he still had Kate in his life. But could he let Kate go? Did he not love Kate anymore? Could it be possible two women held his heart? Did he love Michelle? He’d been quiet for far too long. She’d felt her heart rip into pieces. She was disgusted with herself, for foolish hopes she’d dreamed for. She’d been foolish once and low and behold, chocolate curls and a kiss and she’d become smitten. She wasn’t in love. She’d never be so foolish again. No, Mike learned from the last time that love meant nothing. Had Orlando been a single guy, she would have definitely let herself just have a good time. She would have guarded her heart, but let her body enjoy him. She would have walked away with the good memories. Instead, once again, she’d fallen into the lure of a boy too good to be true. “Do yourself a favor, Orlando, and get the hell out of my room. Don’t look back. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this. Your secret is safe.” He reached for her but she backed away. “Just leave. Any words would be lies, you know that. So go, and just forget it. I know I will.” She looked him straight in the eyes. And the both knew she was a liar.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “How the hell do you meet up with the ‘it’ boys and not freaking tell me? Do you know the questions I’ve been getting? Swear to God, Mallory Stevens, from the Post, called asking if the rumors about you and Orlando Bloom were true. Now, buck up and tell me what the hell is going on!” Jules excited voice was the first thing she’d heard in that next morning. She’d picked up the phone thinking it was her wake-up call. She’d wanted to hit the slopes early, wanted to watch the sunrise. Instead, of the tranquility, she got her best friend/publicist tearing her a new one about an already sore subject. “There is nothing going on with me and Orlando Bloom. Please, Jules, he has a serious girlfriend.” The words tasted bittersweet in her mouth. “I know that Mikey, half the world does. That doesn’t stop a lot of men from going for what they want, though. I know you wouldn’t, but can we say Ben and Jen? She was freaking married man!” Leave it to Jules to pull up the big piece of gossip. “Well, no story there. I met Orlando, Billy, Dom and Lij and we’ve just been hanging out.” “Oh and that’s all normal for you to be friends with the hobbit boys? Tell me, are they as cute in person? Specifically Orlando, that boy is just damn fine! Tell me, Jesus, Mike you know the only way I get to have a life is vicariously - by controlling and listening to yours!” She could see her friend smiling on the other end and giggled. “Yes, he’s freaking gorgeous.” “Is he nice?” God was having a field day torturing her that was for sure. What a sick joke that her friend wanted to know how handsome and nice Orlando was. “Yes, he’s a nice guy. But… God, Jules, I need to come home. I don’t think this vacation was the best idea.” Chapter
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