Masquerade (Open for 1 female, pm me if interrested)

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Masquerade (Closed for Nefarious_Pride)

Nate Willis stared down at the photograph he held in his hand. The beauty of Chantel Sullivan had his pulse racing. He lay it down on the desk, barely controlling his hands to not pick it up again. He closed his eyes before he looked up at the man sitting on the other side of the desk.

Robert Milton had a serious expression on his face.

"Miss Sullivan have had the success many dream of. In this last year she have been the leading role in not less than three blockbuster movies." Milton sighed deeply. "That is why it was necessary to come to you Mister Willis. The success she are have drawn some major trouble into her life."

Nate looked back on the photograph again. He had seen all her movies. They where all he had to remember her by. His life as a private investigator had been a good one but still he thought of Chantel at times. Lately his thoughts of her had appeared more frequently. Thoughts of happier, more carefree times.

"She is in trouble?" He asked slowly.

"More than that. She are in trouble and refuse to see it." Milton shrugged. "She refuse to get help dealing with it. She have received threat mails and phone calls. Still she will not contact the police. As her agent i came to see you. She have no idea i am here." Milton smiles slightly. "As you know eachother i hope you can help her. At least convince her she need help."

"I have not seen or talked with Chantel in ten years now Mister Milton, why do you think i can convince her she need the help?"

"Because she know you and you are my last hope." Milton said with a sad smile.

 

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Chantel Sullivan

“Oh my god… it’s Chantel!!.. Chantel!!!..Please, allow me to take a picture with you!.. Can I get an autograph also?.. Chantel!!” A small group of fans surrounded her – they weren’t many, about ten or twelve screaming and hollering. As usual, she put on her best smile and nodded. “Of course, just give me a paper you’d like it on” She replied whilst hugging the blonde who couldn’t stop blushing and grinning from ear to ear.

Chantel loved her fans. In her eyes, they were the ones who had made her what she was, so what good would it bring for her to ignore them like some of her colleagues did. Hell, she was like them, perhaps just a little fortunate and just a little talented, but it didn’t make her a goddess. A man stared at her from the distance, he wasn’t covered, but for some reason she could not see his face. Her face went slack as soon as he pulled out a silver pistol and aimed it at her... her lips parted as if she meant to scream…her fans disappeared… time froze, and then… darkness.

Chantel Sullivan awoke in a pool of sweat. For the past week now she had been having the same dream, over, and over again. She was panting, and so scared that even the moon light casting shadows in her room frightened her. Hastily she reached over for her phone, dialing the number she now knew by heart.

“Demetri?..Yes… can you come over please? No, right now… I’ve just had that dream again and I won’t be able to go back to sleep… Alright… Thanks” The line went dead, but she comforted herself in the fact that her fiancée was on his way. They had been dating for the past year or so, and so far they had only got closer. Well, as close as she would allow him that is, but he didn’t need to know that – not yet.

She had to see Rob first thing in the morning, for they had to go through some letters she had received from a couple of producers about their new movies. Her manager always worried about her, perhaps too much so, and honestly, she was beginning to get tired of him bickering all the time. It wasn’t unusual for a celebrity to receive prank calls, even threats, and a few letters here and there from fans. It wasn’t anything she would break a sweat on.

 

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After Robert Milton left his office Nate sat alone. His thoughts and emotions was in turmoil. The photograph of Chantel was left on the desk but Nate didn't look at it. Ten long years had passed since he had seen her, except in her movies. Ten years after she moved to LA. Ten years after the painful breakup. His memories of them together was bitter sweet. Nate, Cade and Chantel. They had been referred as the three musceteers in their youth. Cade had been the first to talk with Nate about the feelings Nate and Chantel had for eachother.

Cade Sullivan, Chantels twin brother. The last Nate had heard about his best friend was that he had recently returned from Kosovo. He felt guilty of not contacting him. Cade had been the only one standing by the outsider that Nate had been.

He sighed and stood up. He had agreed to meet Milton at Chantel's place the next morning. Why he had accepted the job he couldn't understand. The only thing he could think of was that she was in danger. With a sigh he left his office to go home.

The next morning he met up with Robert Milton outside Chantel's house. With a trained eye Nate looked at the surroundings. It looked very vulnerable he decided. Milton rang the doorbell. A moment later the door was opened by Chantel. In Nate's eyes she had never looked more Beautiful, but tired.

"Hello Chantel." He smiled faintly.

 

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Chantel kissed him softly on the lips. "Bye baby, as usual I'll be having a tremendously busy day, but I'll find the time to call you whenever I can. And..erm.. thank you so much for coming by." She blushed lightly, as she was even embarassed about her childish behaviour, that which her fiancee' didn't seem to mind. Demetri jiggled his keys within fingers as he smiled at her and waved her goodbye.

Rob had called her a couple of hours before to tell her about the change of plans. He had decided to meet up in her home instead, and... he was bringing a guest. She had tried to get a name, but no, the man was as stubborn as a mule. So she gave in, made sure her home was in good shape. Not that she ever cleaned anything, hell she barely had time to eat properly, let alone clean up a three storey house - she paid good money for others to clean for her.

She wore a pair of black jeans and a dark blue blouse. Slippers still at her feet, as she hurried to open the door for her agent, and whomever he was bringing into her home. It wasn't until her eyes fell on the guest that the curiousity ceased to bubble.

Nate Willis....

Nate? Her eyes widened, but they couldn't falter from him. The last time she had seen him, he was with her brother Cade. He had broken up with her days before, but he wouldn't even give her the chance to speak to him. He was so angry, Chantel couldn't find it in herself to let him know she was leaving for L.A. Not that she didn't want to, but she just couldn't face him after...well..after that very stupid decision.

"Hello Rob.... Nate... please, come on in" She stepped aside so the gentlemen could enter, and she stood still until they both had, so she could shut the door. Even after all these years, she could tell Nate had taken very good care of himself. He hadn't changed much at all, if anything, he looked even better..

"Would you guys like anything to drink?" Her voice was even, aiding her to appear put-together... in control. Truth was, she was barely holding on, she just hoped that the years of constant practice in trying to put the past behind her didn't betray her now.

 

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Nate's eyes drank in her appearance. He fought the lump in his throat as she invited them inside. She had always been a beauty but now she had a maturity that made her even more stunning.

Nate follows Milton inside the house. He looks around before turning to Chantel again.

"A whisky will be great." He say softly. He follow them to the living room where she bid them to sit. He take the whisky glass she offer him and sit down on the couch.

"Mr Milton have asked me to see to your safety." Nate looks at Chantel with a question in his eyes. He wonder if she will kick him out. He almost expect her to.

"Either me or one of my peaple will be stationed here until this situation are solved. Whenever you leave the house you will always have someone with you." He sips his whisky.

 

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As if on cue Mirna showed up with their drinks. She was a pleasure to have around, not only did she take care of Chantel's home, but she was a patient ear for her whenever her days went wayward. Chantel would even call her a friend, the older woman had been there for her when times were really tough.

Chantel sat down, the tension in the room was so thick one couldn't cut through it with a knife. She had fought to tear her gaze from Nate, now her eyes darkened and it was Rob who was cursed with the intensity of her stare.

"Mr Milton have asked me to see to your safety." Nate spoke up with that same smooth, silky voice that had always seemed to stir deeper things in her.

She would arch an eyebrow, staring at Rob in disbelief. "Rob.. is this true?" Chantel was getting upset, no, she was getting angry. "Have we not talked about this issue already? I mean I told you I was fine and that I didn't... I didn't need anybody protecting me." She huffed and sat back in the leather couch, crossing her legs as she willed herself to calm.

A sarcastic chuckle rolled from her lips as she spared Nate another glance.. "And you weren't able to find anybody for this job, but my own... long lost..acquaintance eh?"

Pulling herself forward again she bit on her bottom lip briefly. "Well, thanks a lot for your effort Rob, and thanks for your time Nate... but I'm not interested" In the back of her mind, Chantel knew she was blowing this issue way out of proportion, but at the same time, how on earth could she welcome Nate into her life again with open arms? Just like that? No warning no discussions..hell no..it wasn't happening.