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to the feeling of sex on cocaine.

     
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    A lthough Lara didn’t think it was a good idea, Sean decided to accompany her to Los Angeles International Airport. She was alone with nothing but her luggage and her husband. Sean’s sister, Sorcha, lived in the San Fernando Valley and earlier that morning, she’d come by and picked up Auriel.
    “You don’t need our daughter with you on location, sweetheart,” Sean had said. “Let this be some time for just you.”
    Lara wasn’t stupid. If Auriel wasn’t with her and she decided to run off, she would be leaving her daughter behind. Not that she would ever do anything that stupid. If her marriage with Sean really was dead, she would handle it correctly, in the court of law, and ask for the split physical custody.
    He seemed to be in a better mood and slipped an arm around her shoulders in the back of the limousine.
    “Babe, are you feeling okay?” he asked.
    “I’m fine,” Lara responded before she kissed his lips quickly. “I’ll miss you and Auriel. I just hope we will see each other soon.”
    Sean stared at her with expressive crystal blue eyes. “You don’t have to go. You could come with me and we could…it would be like when we first got married. We’re alone, without Auriel. I would love for you to be there.”
    She smiled and thought for a split second of calling the producer, Ben Allen, of One Last Bite and canceling. Sean would smooth everything over and then she could work on repairing her frayed marriage. However, she remembered the last time she’d accompanied him on a premiere tour and it had been pure hell. She had a hard time believing he would act any better while shooting a film on location.
    Nights alone while he attended various after parties he didn’t bother to invite her to; the strange mood swings which made her feel uneasy and guilty as if every time something happened it was secretly her fault. All the endless luxurious hotel rooms where she went to bed alone and often awoke in solitude or her husband so far away from her, she felt by herself; his inability to reach her emotionally and his lack of feelings toward her physically which left her feeling drained and used like an empty vessel.
    Nope. She decided she could do without all of that bullshit and nonsense. She would definitely catch that plane to Louisiana.
    “We’ll talk about this when I get back from Baton Rouge,” Lara replied with a smile. “I need to do this for me. I want to do this and I’m not trying to steal your thunder as the actor of the family but I really want to be a part of this and I think we could use the time apart.”
    Sean’s face changed from pleasant to stormy. “What the hell does that mean?”
    “It means I don’t want to be the equivalent of a trophy wife, Sean, and that is exactly how you treat me. When’s the last time you made love to me? Judging by Bijoux’s face last night and the after-fuck glow she was wearing, you can perform just fine with everyone but me.”
    “I don’t remember you looking too bad after your tryst with Shane. Did he eat you out and finger fuck you before he slid his cock inside of you?”
    Lara’s face turned scarlet. “Fuck you, Sean. You do this every time. I am not the only one who participates in our sexcapades so why do I always bear the burden every time you get upset?”
    The limousine swung into LAX and pulled up to the airline kiosk she was taking to New Orleans Airport.
    “Darling, I’m sorry. I’ll have the driver cruise while I walk you in—”
    “Don’t bother. I’ll be fine and you can avoid being attacked by horny middle-aged women and pre-pubescent tweens.” She kissed his cheek quickly and got out.
    The chauffeur took her one piece of Louis Vuitton luggage out of the trunk. “Have a safe trip, Mrs. Buchanan.”
    “Thanks, Felix,” Lara said before she walked into the busy airport.

Chapter Four
     

     

     
    S ean was upset regarding Lara’s behavior for about five