I have finally started answering a few questions from the press, and it has been an exhausting day. My lawyer had written up a few statements that were safe for me to comment on, so I have done my best at sticking to those. I have spent the last four hours at a news conference pretty much repeating the same handful of comments over and over again until I’ve about been driven insane by it all.

It’s been a long day, to say the least. After all the stress of avoiding the media for the past couple of weeks, to have them suddenly invited up in my face was a new experience entirely. Despite the rather depressing disposition on my face, I am able to force a smile as I leave my company headquarters. My arm is finally out of its sling, and tonight I have a date with Sylvia. No interruptions this time –there is no way I’m going to let that happen again. I am going to bang my fantasy girl, and there is no way in hell I am letting anything get in the way of that this time around. I have made sure of it. I have talked to the press and given plenty of statements to calm their asses down for a while; I spoke with my lawyer extensively this morning, so there is no reason for him to talk to me; I have gone down to the police station twice in the past two days to make sure they would not need me for any reason whatsoever in the next couple of days; and I have even spoken with my employees to settle their nerves and set Eddie up to make sure he would be able to handle things for at least a couple days if I were to dip out. There is no reason for any interruptions this evening. I have made sure of it.

My driver takes me home, dropping me off in front of my apartment. I head up to my penthouse and make the appropriate last minute arrangements for my big date tonight. I shower off and pick out one of my best suits. I’m feeling up for some intense romance tonight, and my pain pills are fucking amazing –so now that I’m out of my sling, I don’t feel like there should be anything to get in my way this time around. I have rented a limo for the evening, and we will be driven by my regular driver.

About an hour after I am showered and ready to go, my driver buzzes in –right on time. I head down, and he takes me the short distance to Sylvia’s apartment. I have flowers, of course, so when I pick her up for our date, she pauses to put the flowers on water. She looks absolutely stunning. She is wearing a tight, green dress that most certainly does her justice. It flows in the back, but it’s short in the front to show off those tight legs of hers. Her hair is done up slightly –half of it is pulled up on her head while the rest flows down in the back with elegant waves. Her nails are freshly manicured, and she has just a hint of makeup on –not too much, though. She has a natural look about her that does not require much makeup. Her lips are carefully painted with a simple, clear lip gloss. “You look beautiful,” I say, and she gives me a peck on the cheek.

“So,” she says with a smile, “What’s the plan for the evening?”

“You’ll see,” I say, and we head out.

She’s impressed to see the limo. We take it to an old movie theater, and I can see she is a bit surprised. Our last real date had been at a fancy restaurant, and the one before that had been a trip to Paris, but I have something up my sleeve. She seems kind of relieved, though; I think the whole dating a rich guy is not really her style, and she prefers thoughtful and simplistic over extravagant.

“So what movie are we seeing?” she asks.

“Gone with the Wind,” I say, and I see her brow raise slightly from both surprise and excitement.

“They’re playing that here?” she asks.

“For us, they are,” I say and lead her inside. The theater is completely empty. Of course, it is, I had rented it out days ago for this night.

“So…” she smiles, catching on that we are completely alone apart from a few employees. “How the hell did you know I loved Gone with the Wind?”

I smile, “That’s my little secret.” I say, although it really would not be that hard to figure out. I had been to her apartment and had noticed a Gone with the Wind poster hanging on the wall in her kitchen –one of the few items in her home that was not related to extreme sports or her modeling career.

We head down the hall to the specific theater that will be showcasing our film for the evening, and when we enter inside, I can see her face light up with excitement. In the front of the theater is one oversized beanbag chair surrounded by candles and roses. A small table that rests about a foot off the ground is seated next to the giant bean bag chair with a bottle of Champaign on ice with some red velvet cupcakes placed at the center of the table. There is also a large blanket for us to curl up under.

“Well, I’ll be.” She says, clearly impressed.

“Too much?” I ask.

“It’s no trip to Paris.” She says, “But I can definitely get into this.”

We sit down on the bean bags, and she shyly crosses her legs, realizing the short dress was probably not the best option for this type of date. Not that it matters. I’ve seen a lot more of her than that by now, and I’m hoping to get her out of her underwear this time. “We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” I say, “Once they start the movie, the employees are heading to the other side of the building.”

“Good to know.” She says, and we pop open the Champaign just as the movie starts. “Are those red velvet?” she whispers excitedly.

I laugh, “Most definitely.”

“Are you spying on me or something?” she asks, “Red velvet is my favorite.”

I had no idea red velvet was her favorite. That was just luck. We start snacking on the red velvet, and I don’t notice that I have some on my finger. She takes this as an opportunity to grab my wrist and suck the icing off my finger. Damn.

“Mmmm….” She says and leans closer to me on the beanbag, pulling the large blanket I had provided up to cover both our legs. She sinks into me, and I feel myself blushing from her sudden forwardness. I can hardly contain my own excitement.