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minutes after she rushed out of the limo but by the time Felix drove along the 405 Freeway, his anger was all but forgotten.
    He could still remember the smell of Bijoux’s sex and her abandonment; the sheer pleasure of being inside of her. What exactly about his wife turned him off? He would never know why he couldn’t fully express himself with her like he could with other people.
    Unlike a lot of a fake industry people, he had never denied his bisexuality though he would never admit it to the public unless he never wanted to make another kid-friendly blockbuster or Jason Bourne type of adult action adventure again. When it came to sex, he tolerated women more than he actually craved them but there were times when he couldn’t go without their warm bodies, feminine smells and beautiful visages.
    Lara was perfect because they had met at a time in his life when he was about to throw away his career for a young twink—an ethereal yet usually too good looking young gay man in heterosexual speak—he’d fallen head over heels for but Markus had introduced him to his future wife at a party. They had immediately hit it off and the rest was history.
    The wedding was dreamy and featured exclusively in Society Magazine while the birth of their child fetched incredibly high prices from the top magazines. However, he had never really felt a rush of sexual attraction for his wife. She was beautiful, amazing, and intelligent but she did absolutely nothing for his libido and this drove him around the bend more often than not.
    Unfortunately, he found himself taking it out on her though it wasn’t her fault in the least bit. She was a victim and did not deserve his venom as she’d done everything a loving wife could ever do. She had kept herself slim, attractive as she looked much younger than her true age and her mothering skills were impeccable. Hell, she even went along with the swing parties though in all honesty she was pretty ambivalent about the arrangement.
    Sean needed to talk to his confidant and over the years it had become a very famous and high-profile half of an openly gay couple in the industry. Like Tom Cruise, the rumors around him swirled though he had never been caught in a compromising position. They were just friends and the tabloids couldn’t prove otherwise.
    He lifted his Google Android to his ear and voice dialed Gray Goldberg.
    The man in question answered his phone after a couple of rings. “Sean, what is it, babe? You never call me if everything is okay so things must be fucked up.”
    He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, they are pretty bad. Can we meet somewhere? I need to talk to you.”
    “Just talk or will other activities be included?”
    “I am going to tell Casey what a bad boy you are being if you don’t agree to meet me somewhere with privacy but no where the paparazzi can take pictures.”
    “I’m about fifteen minutes from the Chateau Marmont. It’s either there or the Hustler Cafe—take your pick,” Gray responded in a flippant tone.
    “The Chateau Marmont it is.” Sean hung up as his pulse began to race.
    He shouldn’t feel the excitement to see a friend but right now, he really needed to discuss his situation with someone who would understand and wouldn’t judge him.

     
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    F elix dropped him off at the Chateau Marmont. He knew Gray would take him home so he dismissed his chauffeur and walked into the extravagant hotel.
    Although it was a favorite with celebrities, Sean hated its pretentious and faux-French feeling. He preferred the country itself. Lara’s sister, Jenna, lived in Paris and it was one of his favorite cities in the world.
    He walked to the bar and immediately ordered a double cognac while he waited for Gray. Though a notorious hang-out for paparazzi, inside the hotel, they would be safe to talk. Celebrities were a chatty bunch but they also knew how to keep mum as so many had their own skeletons, telling other people’s was too much of a karmic