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Hey readers! Your patience has paid off because it’s finally here – Part 2 of my scintillating fiction story about James in Hollywood. Get ready for another slow burn with all the enticing aspects you’ve come to expect from my writing. I’ve delved into writing fiction and I’m loving every moment of it. I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much.

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”Damn bro, I can not believe you actually got to meet the stunning Victoria Armand! Is she as drop-dead beautiful as in those pictures?” Simon exclaimed when I shared every juicy detail with him.

”Believe me, she’s even hotter in person!” I replied, unable to hide my ecstatic grin.

”Bro, you’re not just meeting her, you’re going to be starring in a freaking movie alongside her,” he said, the excitement evident in his voice. “It’s insane, right?”

Laughing together, we couldn’t believe the incredible turn of events.

Suddenly, Lucy barged into my room yet again, interrupting our lighthearted banter. ”Did you get me that autograph?” she demanded, her eyes filled with curiosity.

”Lucy, I’ve told you countless times, you need to knock,” I scolded her playfully, while Simon chuckled in the background.

”Yeah, what if he was in the middle of something…personal,” Simon teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

”Simon!” I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

”Oh, come on, Simon, cut it out,” Lucy scolded him as she rolled her eyes. Despite their teasing dynamic, it was clear to me that their bond ran deeper than mere friendship.

In the midst of our playful exchange, it suddenly hit me that I had completely forgotten about the autograph I had promised to get for Lucy. I was so starstruck that it had slipped my mind entirely. ”Shit, Lucy, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about the autograph,” I confessed, remorse in my voice.

”First, I don’t get the role, and now my friends forget about me. How lovely,” she retorted, her eyes flashing with playful anger.

”Don’t worry, Lucy. He’ll have plenty of chances to see her, unlike you,” Simon interjected, a grin on his face.

”Simon, stop it!” I scolded him, coming to Lucy’s defense. She playfully punched Simon in the arm, a testament to their unique bond.

”Okay, sorry,” Simon relented, rubbing his arm where Lucy had hit him. It was clear that their teasing was all in good fun, and there was a mutual affection that ran deep between them.

Curiosity piqued, Lucy couldn’t contain her questions any longer. ”So, spill the details! How did they look in real life? How grand is their house? Heck, I even want to know how they smell,” she confessed eagerly.

As I recounted every incredible detail for Lucy, a mix of jealousy and genuine happiness colored her expression. She marveled at Victoria’s stunning beauty and couldn’t help but emphasize how the entire world would be green with envy. Even Brad and Simon would kill for a mere five seconds in her presence, according to Lucy.

We continued to discuss the impending role, and I could feel the excitement building within me as shooting day approached. The week itself crawled by as I impatiently awaited the begin of my Hollywood adventure. To make matters worse, Lucy had been unavailable to pass the time with me. So, I found myself confined to the coffee shop, where Stacy seemed particularly mean-spirited that week, adding an extra layer of annoyance to my days.

Finally, Friday arrived, and a whirlwind of nerves accompanied me as I prepared to meet Hugo again. I dressed to impress, donning a sharp suit with a black shirt and ensuring my unruly hair was tamed. I wanted to present myself as the ultimate package.

Arriving at a towering office building in the south of Hollywood, I was greeted by a young man at the entrance. “Welcome, James. Mr. Armand is expecting you upstairs. Please follow me,” he cordially invited me, leading the way to the elevator.

As the elevator ascended to the top floor, my palms turned clammy with nerves. We finally reached a door, which the man opened before gesturing for me to enter. Stepping into the enormous office, I marveled at the breathtaking panoramic view of Los Angeles through the large window. Two desks commanded the space – one, an imposing piece with a nameplate that read ”Hugo Armand,” and the other, smaller, bearing the name ”Victoria Armand.”

My attention couldn’t help but be captivated by the various pictures adorning the walls – all featuring the incomparable Victoria. Just as I was taking in the grandeur of the room, the man walked over to a door in the corner and knocked.

“Come in,” a voice called from within.

“Hey, James! Good to see you!” Hugo greeted me warmly, rising from his chair to welcome me. I shook his hand, expressing my gratitude for the invitation.

“Please, have a seat,” he graciously offered, gesturing to a chair before his desk.

With regret, Hugo explained that his wife, Victoria, was unable to join us due to a Vogue photoshoot. “One of the few downsides of marrying a supermodel,” he chuckled.

Feeling the weight of nerves settle upon me once again, I declined Hugo’s offer for a drink.

“Don’t be shy, James. The coffee here is exceptional,” he assured me, pressing a button on his desk. Almost immediately, a voice responded over the intercom.

“Yeah?” the voice queried.

“Ava, could you get us two coffees, please?” Hugo requested, introducing me to his personal assistant.

“Of course!” Ava’s melodious voice replied.

Hugo turned his attention back to me. “That’s Ava. She started as my wife’s intern, but now she works for our company. She’s absolutely fantastic!”

Engaging in lively conversation, our discussion glided effortlessly into the realm of movies and television shows. I couldn’t help but be astounded by Hugo’s encyclopedic knowledge and immense passion for the industry. Though I prided myself as a movie buff, I was dwarfed by his expertise.

“Might I interrupt your conversation?” Ava’s velvety voice broke through, as she entered the office bearing the promised coffee. My gaze couldn’t help but be drawn to her beauty, her long, flowing brown hair framing her beautiful face, and her captivating brown eyes peering deep into my soul.

“I’m Ava, nice to meet you,” she said, her smile a vision of pure radiance. Extending her hand, she electrified me with her touch. “James!”

“An absolute pleasure, Ava!” I replied, feeling a tinge of shyness. She bid us adieu, leaving us alone once more.

Turning back to company, Hugo informed me about the intimacy and authenticity of the upcoming movie, even revealing that some scenes would be particularly intimate. Due to Victoria’s absence, he explained that certain details couldn’t be discussed yet, but he hoped I understood.

As he passed me the contract, Hugo emphasized the surprise element he had deliberately incorporated, only sharing the first act with me.

I perused the contract, noting every detail meticulously. From the financials to a confidentiality clause forbidding me from discussing the project with the media until its release, it was all covered. And yes, there would be nudity involved, albeit with a focus on artistic discretion.

Satisfied with the legitimacy of the agreement, I informed Hugo that I had no questions.

“Hugo, please, don’t call me Mr. Armand. You’re a star now, James. Never forget that,” he insisted, a gleam of pride in his eyes.

With a smile, I responded, “Yes…Hugo.”

“Excellent! I’ll see you at the studio on Monday. Make sure you’ve read the script beforehand,” he instructed me.

Rising from my seat, I extended my hand once more, our handshake sealing the deal. “Thank you, Hugo. It’s been truly enlightening.”

Before making my exit, I couldn’t withstand a final exchange with the irresistible Ava. “Nice meeting you, Ava!” I said, her gorgeous smile etching itself in my memory.

“Goodbye, James,” she replied, her voice filled with sweetness.

As the weekend unfolded, I immersed myself in the script, leaving no stone unturned. I wanted to be prepared down to the finest detail for the upcoming shoot. My lines and scenes consumed my thoughts, a tantalizing taste of what was to come…

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