Status: Work In Progress
Believe in This
Los Angeles
Walking back into the first class Virgin lounge, I happily swung my bag of candy back and forth in my hands, the fact that it was nearly one in the morning affecting me in no way.
Taking my previous seat next to Benedict, he shook his head as he saw the contents of my bags.
“If my nutritionist saw the things you give me he’d probably ban me from seeing you.”
“So what I indulge your sweet tooth every know and then. Plus, I think we’ve burned off more than enough calories these past three days.”
Pressing his lips to my neck, I couldn’t help but giggle at the feel of his stubble ticking my skin.
“And might you be referring to the numerous times I’ve gotten to undress you in the past seventy-two hours?”
“Mm, no. I was actually referring to the jog I took you on this morning.”
“Oh, you devilish woman.”
When we arrived in Los Angeles, the sun was just beginning to set and although I had slept nearly all of the flight from London to New York the jet lag had hit me full force almost as soon as Ben and I stepped out of the airport into a swarm of paparazzi.
“Charlotte, will you be joining Ben at his premiere tomorrow night?”
“Ben, are the rumors true? Can we expect a spring wedding for you and Charlotte?”
“Charlotte, did you leave Matt for Benedict?”
Gripping my hand tightly in his own, Benedict led me through the sea of photographers and to the car that was waiting for us at the curb.
“One of the few downsides to being an actor. Nearly a decade and I’m failing to see what is so fascinating about two people walking out of an airport.”
“Someone must find it fascinating because I’m failing to see what’s so interesting as well.”
It took us about thirty minutes to arrive at our hotel and I took the liberty of having a long soak in the claw-foot tub while Ben ordered room service for dinner. Slipping into a pair of pants and one of Ben’s dress shirts I walked out of the bedroom just as Ben sat our dinner down on the table. After clearing our plates, we settled down in bed picking up where we left off on Orphan Black, spending the rest of the night cuddled up and watching one of our favorite shows. One of the things I loved most about Ben was that he was content to stay in almost every night, the two of us spending our time together talking, reading, or watching movies instead of partying with the latest celebrities and millionaires and hitting up the biggest hotspots.
Amanda and I spent the next morning shopping and walking around downtown as Martin and Benedict were in interviews all morning. At 1:00 they were finally finished for the day and the four of us met up for lunch at The Farm of Beverly Hills.
Taking a seat next to me, Ben pressed his lips to mine in greeting, “Hello love.”
“How are the interviews going?”
“Good, it just gets a little tedious answering the same questions over and over all day long.”
Leaning over to whisper in his ear, I let my hand slide up his thigh, “Well when we get home from the premiere tonight I’ll conduct a private interview just between the two of us.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake! Can the two of you keep your hands off each other long enough for us to have a nice meal?” Martin exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.
“Need I remind you, Mr. Freeman, that you were one of individuals who pushed for Benedict and I to get together. So, as recompense, you should be one of the last people complaining about us being all lovey with one another.”
“She is right mate.” Ben ceded.
“Oh bloody hell, I’m beginning to regret this decision.”
Amanda couldn’t help but laugh, patting Martin on the back as he laid his head on the table.
“So when do I get to see this dress you’re planning on wearing tonight?”
“You may see it Mr. Cumberbatch when we get in the elevator to go downstairs and get into the car at 7:00 tonight.”
“That Ms. Hughes is just not fair but I shall be a gentleman and wait until tonight.”
After placing our orders, Amanda and I told the boys about all of the shopping we had done that morning, most of it for our friends and family for Christmas, only leaving with a few things for ourselves as I did find it hard to turn up a chance to do a quick run through Victoria’s Secret and Nordstrom.
The four of us discussed each of our plans for the holidays, Martin and Amanda planning on staying with their kids while Benedict and I would be going to our respective families homes for Christmas.
“We’ll see the two of you tonight. Do try to be on time.”
Ben just rolled his eyes at Martin and took my hand in his, the two of us deciding to walk back to our hotel before we would start go get ready for the premiere. London had been one adventure but I knew before coming that Los Angeles would be an entirely different story. It was the home of the movies and the fans here were on an entirely different level than those elsewhere.
Taking my previous seat next to Benedict, he shook his head as he saw the contents of my bags.
“If my nutritionist saw the things you give me he’d probably ban me from seeing you.”
“So what I indulge your sweet tooth every know and then. Plus, I think we’ve burned off more than enough calories these past three days.”
Pressing his lips to my neck, I couldn’t help but giggle at the feel of his stubble ticking my skin.
“And might you be referring to the numerous times I’ve gotten to undress you in the past seventy-two hours?”
“Mm, no. I was actually referring to the jog I took you on this morning.”
“Oh, you devilish woman.”
When we arrived in Los Angeles, the sun was just beginning to set and although I had slept nearly all of the flight from London to New York the jet lag had hit me full force almost as soon as Ben and I stepped out of the airport into a swarm of paparazzi.
“Charlotte, will you be joining Ben at his premiere tomorrow night?”
“Ben, are the rumors true? Can we expect a spring wedding for you and Charlotte?”
“Charlotte, did you leave Matt for Benedict?”
Gripping my hand tightly in his own, Benedict led me through the sea of photographers and to the car that was waiting for us at the curb.
“One of the few downsides to being an actor. Nearly a decade and I’m failing to see what is so fascinating about two people walking out of an airport.”
“Someone must find it fascinating because I’m failing to see what’s so interesting as well.”
It took us about thirty minutes to arrive at our hotel and I took the liberty of having a long soak in the claw-foot tub while Ben ordered room service for dinner. Slipping into a pair of pants and one of Ben’s dress shirts I walked out of the bedroom just as Ben sat our dinner down on the table. After clearing our plates, we settled down in bed picking up where we left off on Orphan Black, spending the rest of the night cuddled up and watching one of our favorite shows. One of the things I loved most about Ben was that he was content to stay in almost every night, the two of us spending our time together talking, reading, or watching movies instead of partying with the latest celebrities and millionaires and hitting up the biggest hotspots.
Amanda and I spent the next morning shopping and walking around downtown as Martin and Benedict were in interviews all morning. At 1:00 they were finally finished for the day and the four of us met up for lunch at The Farm of Beverly Hills.
Taking a seat next to me, Ben pressed his lips to mine in greeting, “Hello love.”
“How are the interviews going?”
“Good, it just gets a little tedious answering the same questions over and over all day long.”
Leaning over to whisper in his ear, I let my hand slide up his thigh, “Well when we get home from the premiere tonight I’ll conduct a private interview just between the two of us.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake! Can the two of you keep your hands off each other long enough for us to have a nice meal?” Martin exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.
“Need I remind you, Mr. Freeman, that you were one of individuals who pushed for Benedict and I to get together. So, as recompense, you should be one of the last people complaining about us being all lovey with one another.”
“She is right mate.” Ben ceded.
“Oh bloody hell, I’m beginning to regret this decision.”
Amanda couldn’t help but laugh, patting Martin on the back as he laid his head on the table.
“So when do I get to see this dress you’re planning on wearing tonight?”
“You may see it Mr. Cumberbatch when we get in the elevator to go downstairs and get into the car at 7:00 tonight.”
“That Ms. Hughes is just not fair but I shall be a gentleman and wait until tonight.”
After placing our orders, Amanda and I told the boys about all of the shopping we had done that morning, most of it for our friends and family for Christmas, only leaving with a few things for ourselves as I did find it hard to turn up a chance to do a quick run through Victoria’s Secret and Nordstrom.
The four of us discussed each of our plans for the holidays, Martin and Amanda planning on staying with their kids while Benedict and I would be going to our respective families homes for Christmas.
“We’ll see the two of you tonight. Do try to be on time.”
Ben just rolled his eyes at Martin and took my hand in his, the two of us deciding to walk back to our hotel before we would start go get ready for the premiere. London had been one adventure but I knew before coming that Los Angeles would be an entirely different story. It was the home of the movies and the fans here were on an entirely different level than those elsewhere.
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I know it's short but the premiere is going to take up a good bit of the next chapter. I'm going to try to update at least once a week from now on but now that I'm back at college I can't make any promises.