Chapitre 225: Unwind and Separation (R-18)
Some contents of this chapter is for mature audience only. If you don't like intense lemon scenes, it is better to skip it.
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Lucas sat in the comfort of his hotel room, his eyes glued to the screen of his iPhone as he browsed through Twitter. He scrolled down his feed, and his jaw dropped when he saw that his first post had gone viral. It was a group photo with the cast and crew of "The Hunger Games," and it had been retweeted countless times. In disbelief, he thought, "I didn't expect people to be this invested in me."
As he continued scrolling, he stumbled upon another post that made him choke on his drink. Fans had begun shipping him with Jennifer, and they had even come up with a couple name: "Lucifer." He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "They have so many options for combining our names, but they had to go with the devil's name?" he said out loud, amused by the playful banter and funny memes that flooded his feeds.
Lucas eventually tired of browsing through the endless stream of tweets and decided it was time to call it a night. He powered off his iPhone, set it aside, and drifted off to sleep.
Early the next morning, he woke up, checked the time, and headed straight for the shower. After freshening up, he donned a hat and sunglasses as a disguise before leaving the hotel. To his relief, no one seemed to recognize him as he made his way to a nearby restaurant. He breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down and ordered a juicy steak. The simple meal tasted even better with the anonymity he had longed for.
After a hearty breakfast, Lucas decided to take advantage of the beautiful Los Angeles weather and go for a hike at Griffith Park. The serene nature and picturesque views of the city below were exactly what he needed to clear his mind. As he trekked along the winding trails, he marveled at the lush greenery and the occasional glimpses of wildlife.
Lucas found a secluded spot at the top of a hill, far from the main pathways, and settled down on a fallen log. He took in the breathtaking panoramic view of the cityscape below, the sun warming his face. The peaceful ambiance allowed him to reflect on the whirlwind of events that had been his life lately.
Lucas took a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view of the cityscape below before taking out his phone to capture the moment. He knew it'd make for a great post on Twitter later.
As he sat there, lost in thought, he didn't notice a figure approaching until a voice startled him. "Hey there, mind if I join you?" It was Jennifer, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, trying her best to blend in with the crowd.
He couldn't help but smile. "Jennifer. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you'd be swamped with work."
Jennifer smiled as she sat down next to him. "Well, I figured I could squeeze in some me-time before diving headfirst into the chaos. And Griffith Park seemed like the perfect place to unwind. I guess great minds think alike, huh?" She chuckled, nudging him playfully.
Lucas chuckled, "I guess so. What a coincidence."
"Or," Jennifer interjected, "maybe it's fate trying to connect us." She winked at him, and they both burst into laughter.
Since both Lucas and Jennifer were together, they decided to make the most of their chance encounter. They spent the day hiking through Griffith Park, pointing out landmarks and sharing stories from their respective childhoods. Their conversation flowed effortlessly.
"So, Lucas," Jennifer began, "what do you like to do when you're not acting?"
Lucas thought for a moment before responding, "I love photography. There's something about capturing a moment in time that's just… magical."
Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Really? I'm an aspiring photographer myself! I find it so therapeutic."
Their shared interest sparked a lively discussion on cameras, lenses, and their favorite shots. Time flew by, and before they knew it, the sun was starting to set.
"Wow, we've been here for hours," Jennifer said, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. "We should probably head back."
Lucas nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we should. But I had a great time today, Jennifer. Thanks for… well, this."
Jennifer smiled mischievously, "Anything for you, honey." She glanced around to make sure no one was around, then she leaned in and captured Lucas's lips with hers. The kiss was passionate yet tender, their lips moving in sync as if they'd been doing this for years. Their hands roamed each other's backs, pulling each other closer as if they were afraid of losing the moment.
After a minute or so, they broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. "Wow," Lucas managed to say, "I guess we picked up where we left off, huh?"
Jennifer blushed, but her eyes sparkled with desire, "I'll say. So, about that dinner…"
Lucas's heart raced as they made their way back to the hotel. The love and lust between them was undeniable, and it took all their willpower not to tear each other's clothes off in the elevator. Once inside his room, he opened the balcony doors, revealing a breathtaking view of the city lights.
"Wow," Jennifer gasped, her eyes reflecting both the cityscape and the desire she felt.
"Yeah, it's quite something, isn't it?" Lucas said, his voice husky with lust. He poured them both a glass of wine, but they barely touched their drinks.
The tension in the air was thick, and they both knew what was about to happen.
Slowly, as if in a trance, they moved closer to each other, their lips mere centimeters apart. Lucas cupped Jennifer's cheek, his thumb caressing her jawline, and she closed her eyes, inviting him in. Their lips met again, this time more passionate than before, their tongues dancing together in a sensual waltz.
As their clothes pooled on the floor, Lucas's eyes roamed over Jennifer's naked body, taking in every inch of her. Her full breasts were capped with hardened nipples that begged for his attention, and her stomach was toned yet curvy, leading down to a patch of dark curls that left little to the imagination. Her thighs were long and shapely, and he couldn't wait to feel them wrapped around his waist.
Jennifer, on the other hand, admired Lucas's muscular physique. His abs rippled as he moved, and his manhood stood at attention, ready for her. She couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.
"You're so beautiful," Lucas breathed, his voice husky with desire as he took in her naked form.
"And you're quite a specimen yourself," Jennifer purred, her eyes roaming over his muscular physique.
Slowly, they moved closer, their bodies mere centimeters apart. Their lips met again, this time more passionate than before, their tongues dancing together. Lucas's hands caressed her curves, memorizing every inch of her silky skin. He teased her nipples, eliciting a moan from her lips.
"Oh, Lucas," she gasped, arching her back.
He smiled against her neck, "I'm just getting started."
As their kisses traveled down her body, he lavished attention on her breasts, suckling and nipping at her hardened peaks.
Jennifer's moans spurred on, and he continued his sensual assault, trailing kisses down her stomach. He teased her inner thighs with feather-light touches, making her squirm with anticipation.
"Lucas," she whuddered, "I can't take it anymore."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, "Neither can I."
With a growl, he positioned himself at her entrance, his manhood throbbing with need. Slowly, he entered her, inch by inch, savoring every sensation. Her walls clenched around him, hot and wet, as if she'd been made for him.
"God, Jennifer," he groaned, "you feel so good."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Yes, more."
Lucas obliged, picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of her with increasing fervor. Their moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the city sounds below.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Yes, more."
Lucas obliged, picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of her with increasing fervor. Their moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the city sounds below.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their skin slick with sweat, as they pushed each other higher and higher. Lucas's hips slapped against hers, the sound of their union echoing in the room.
Lucas," Jennifer gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist as she clung to him like a vine, "I'm so close... I can't hold on any longer."
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a primal growl, he slammed his hips forward, driving himself deep inside her tight heat. Her wetness enveloped him like a velvet vice, squeezing him in a delicious vice-like grip. His cock throbbed in response, ready to explode.
*Slap* *Slap*
Their bodies collided together in a frenzy of passion, their moans filling the room as they climaxed in unison. Their juices mingled, their souls intertwining as they rode the wave of ecstasy together.
As their breathing slows, they collapsed onto the bed, their naked bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. They lay there, catching their breath, their chests heaving with exertion.
After a short rest, Jennifer rolled over, straddling Lucas's waist. She guided his still-hard member to her entrance and lowered herself down, taking him inch by inch. Her eyes locked with his as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each sensual movement. Lucas's hands gripped her hips, guiding her pace as they continued their passionate dance.
They then moved into doggy style, with Lucas on top, slamming into her from behind. Jennifer's moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls as she arched her back, pushing her ass against him. Lucas gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her firm flesh as he pounded into her relentlessly. Jennifer's moans grew louder, her climax building once more. Lucas felt his own orgasm approaching, and with a final, powerful thrust, he exploded deep inside her, their juices mingling together in a hot, sticky mess.
As their breathing slowed, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. They drifted off to sleep, their limbs entangled, their spent bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of theirs passion.
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Early in the morning, Lucas's eyes fluttered open, and he found Jennifer still fast asleep beside him. He carefully extricated himself from her embrace, not wanting to wake her. He quietly gathered his belongings, showered, and dressed, his mind swirling with the events of the night before. As he was about to leave, he couldn't help but stare at her peaceful form, her hair splayed across the pillow, her features softened in slumber.
Jennifer stirred, her senses slowly coming to life. She opened her eyes and saw the empty space where Lucas had been. Disappointment welled up inside her, but it was short-lived as she spotted him fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Jennifer revealed soft smile as she sat up in bed. "I overslept," she mumbled, running a hand through her tousled hair.
Lucas smiled reassuringly, "It's okay. I needed the rest too." He lean't down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, savoring her warmth and scent one last time.
They got dressed in silence, their movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to prolong the inevitable goodbye. Finally, they were both ready, their luggage packed and zipped.
Outside the hotel room, they shared one last lingering kiss, their bodies pressed together as if trying to hold onto this moment forever. Jennifer's eyes were shining with unshed tears, but she forced a brave smile. "Take care of yourself, Lucas," she whispered, her voice catching slightly.
Lucas's throat tightened, but he managed to reply, "You too, Jen. I'll never forget this." He hugged her one last time, breathing in her sweet scent, committing it to memory.
Reluctantly, they broke apart.
They both knew they had to go their separate ways, but it didn't make it any easier.
Lucas watched as Jennifer walked away, her hips swaying with each step, her suitcase trailing behind her.
With a heavy heart, he turned and made his way to the airport, his own luggage in tow.
Chapitre 226: Moving out
Lucas exited the airplane and made his way down the jetway, his carry-on bag slung over his shoulder. The bustling LaGuardia Airport greeted him as he entered the terminal, a cacophony of voices and announcements filling the air. He followed the crowd of disembarking passengers, keeping a brisk pace to avoid any bottlenecks. As he reached the baggage claim, he scanned the carousel numbers until he found the one corresponding to his flight. With a sigh of relief, he spotted his suitcase among the sea of luggage, its bright red tag standing out to him.
With his belongings in hand, Lucas headed towards the exit, weaving through throngs of travelers and airport personnel. The automatic doors slid open, revealing the hustle and bustle of the arrivals area. He scanned the sea of faces for Shawn, his personal driver.
He spotted him right away, holding up a sign with "Mr. Knight" written in bold letters. Relief washed over him as he approached the man.
"Shawn, it's good to see you again," Lucas said, shaking the burly man's hand.
"Good to see you too, sir," Shawn replied with a warm smile. "Your car's this way."
Lucas followed Shawn to the waiting town car, grateful for the air conditioning that greeted him as he settled into the backseat. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the cool air to wash over his sweaty face.
"Long flight?" Shawn asked, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.
"Not too bad," Lucas added. "Just glad to be on the ground again." He leaned back against the plush leather seat and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pounding headache that had started during takeoff.
Shawn continued to drive, deciding not to interrupt Lucas's much-needed rest. The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic motion of the car lulled Lucas in and out of a light doze as they made their way through the bustling city streets.
"We're here, sir," Shawn said, gently nudging Lucas awake.
"Oh, thank you, Shawn," Lucas yawned, stretching his stiff limbs as he stepped out of the car. He graciously thanked his driver and made his way towards his apartment building.
The familiar facade of the old brick building greeted him like an old friend. Despite the wear and tear that came with age, it still held a certain charm that reminded him of simpler times. He'd managed to keep his residence here a secret for a while, but recent events had changed that. Paparazzi and fans alike now camped outside on occasion, hoping for a glimpse of the rising star.
Lucas sighed as he fished his key out of his pocket, ready to escape the chaos and noise of the city for the solitude of four walls. Just as he was about to insert the key into the lock, a middle-aged woman approached him. Startled, he turned around to find his landlady, Mrs. Lee, smiling at him.
"You finally came back after all this time?" The woman, Mrs. Lee, said with a hint of resentment in her tone and an unpleasant expression. Lucas noticed the change in her demeanor and couldn't help but feel confused.
"Is there a problem, Mrs. Lee?" he asked cautiously. After all, he had been faithfully paying his rent on time.
"Oh, there's a lot of problems, son," she snorted, her arms folding across her chest. "If it weren't for you paying your rent on time, I'd be within my rights to evict you."
Lucas's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I... I don't understand."
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?" she continued, her voice rising in volume. "People have been breaking in and going up and down this building, and their only interest is in your apartment! They've been asking questions, making a ruckus, all in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. It's been absolute bedlam around here!"
Lucas's face flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't considered the impact his fame would have on his quiet neighborhood. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Lee. I never meant to cause you any inconvenience."
"Well, you did," she huffed, her eyes narrowing. "I've had enough, Mr. Knight. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to find another place to stay. I can't have this nonsense anymore."
Lucas's shoulders slumped, the weight of his fame settling heavily on his shoulders. He never imagined that people would be this obsessed with him, especially since he was nowhere near as famous as Leonardo DiCaprio.
"I understand, Mrs. Lee," he said apologetically. "I'll start packing my things right away."
With a curt nod, she left him to his thoughts as he entered his now-cramped-feeling apartment. The once cozy space felt suffocating, reminding him of the price of his rising stardom. He sighed, resigned to the fact that he needed to find a new place to call home sooner than he'd planned.
Opening the windows, he let the fresh air circulate the stuffy space, hoping it would clear his head. Boxes, he thought, I need to find some boxes.
Lucas spent the next few hours packing his belongings with the help of Shawn, carefully selecting what he wanted to keep and donating the rest. He didn't have much in terms of personal belongings; just clothes, a few clocks, some figurines he'd collected over the years, and most importantly, the hard drive containing his Bitcoin wallet. Although Bitcoin hadn't yet caught the attention of the masses, it was still better to be cautious.
By the end of the night, his apartment was barren save for the essentials. Tomorrow, he'd call a moving company to take care of the rest. For now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep before facing the reality of finding a new place to call home.
Eargency, Lucas prepared to move out, having hired a reputable moving company to handle his belongings. He'd also contacted a realtor to find him an apartment within the city that fit his new budget of $10,000 a month.
The search for a new home went smoother than expected. Thanks to his recent success, Lucas had no trouble securing a spacious two-bedroom condo in a luxury high-rise. The building boasted state-of-the-art security, a gym, and even a rooftop pool. It was a far cry from his old, cramped apartment, but it would do for now.
Lucas signed the lease on the spot, relieved to have found a new sanctuary so quickly. The movers arrived as scheduled, efficiently packing up the last of his belongings and whisking them away to his new abode.
As the sun set on his old life, Lucas took one final look around the now-empty apartment. It had been a good home, but it was time for a fresh start.
As Lucas and Shawn pulled away from the apartment, the paparazzi, who had been discreetly observing from a distance, snapped photos of them loading boxes into the car. The paparazzi, named Ian, felt a tingling sensation in his gut that something was off. It looked as if Lucas was moving out.
Once the coast was clear, Ian made his way to Lucas's apartment, surprised to find the door unlocked. His suspicions were confirmed when he stepped inside; the place was empty save for a few stray boxes and pieces of tape on the walls.
"Damn it, the fish moved out," he muttered in frustration.
Despite his disappointment, Ian decided to have one last look around, hoping to find anything of importance. He checked under the bed, under the desk, and even in the corners, not expecting to find anything of value. But as he was about to leave, his gaze fell upon an ordinary-looking notebook tucked away on a bookshelf. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and flipped to the first page. His jaw dropped when he read the words "Lucas Knight's Diary" scrawled across the front in messy handwriting.
Ian's heart raced as he opened the notebook, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Holy shit… it's Lucas's diary!" he whispered to himself, unable to contain his excitement.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by a familiar voice. "You again! What are you doing here?" Mrs. Lee, the landlady, stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips.
Ian's heart leaped into his throat, but he quickly regained his composure, flashing her a charming smile. "Oh, hi there, Landlady. I was just… uh… looking for my… um… contact lens." He gestured vaguely around the empty room.
"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "Well, you can keep looking for your 'contact lens' elsewhere. The person you've been stalking moved out hours ago."
"Oh, really?" Ian feigned surprise, tucking the notebook into his bag as casually as possible. "Darn, I guess I missed him. Well, if you see him, tell him Ian from TMZ says hi, okay?"
"I'll be sure not to," she deadpanned, ushering him out the door and locking it behind him.
Heart pounding, Ian practically sprinted to his car, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He couldn't believe his luck. This diary could be the key to unlocking the secrets of the young actor's life. And he, Ian, would be the one to expose them all.
Ian sat in his car, heart pounding as he began to read the diary. The early pages detailed Lucas's strained relationship with his father and being kicked out, who was under the influence of his new wife. Lucas expressed his helplessness and frustration at the situation, painting a picture of a young man desperate for acceptance and love.
"Damn, this is juicy," Ian muttered to himself.
As he continued reading, he learned about Lucas's struggles to make ends meet, bouncing from one dead-end job to another. There were even entries about harassment at work and being fired unfairly. The diary then went on to mention a friend named Paul, who had encouraged Lucas to audition for roles together. But even that didn't pan out as expected.
Finally, the last entry spoke of a miracle: an unexpected turn of events that landed him a role on "Modern Family." The diary abruptly ended there, leaving Ian desperate for more.
"Holy shit," he breathed, realizing the goldmine he'd stumbled upon. This diary held the key to Lucas's past.
After finishing the diary, Ian couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for Lucas. "Everyone has their struggles," he mused aloud. He never thought that even a rising star like Lucas had such a difficult past.
The diary revealed a lot about his personal life, including the strained relationship with his father and stepmother, as well as his half-siblings, especially the part where Lucas mentioned being kicked out of his family house. It seemed that the accusations his stepmother had been spreading online might not be true after all.
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Author's Note: Just a reminder, everyone. The current Lucas isn't the original Lucas who wrote most of the diary entries. The only part he does remember writing is the part about auditioning for "Modern Family," which happened two years ago when he first transmigrated into this body. So, the current Lucas's memories don't include the events before that point, and that's why he carelessly forgotten the diary.
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