Elaine sat there, staring off into space with a slight smile and a twinkle in her eyes. She had come to her next and final encounter. Irene could do nothing but glare at Elaine for not saying anything yet. "Um, Elaine! You wanna continue with the story?"
Her body jolted as she came back. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry, just thinking about how to explain this last story."
Irene's eyes widened, stricken with fear. "What! The last one? No, it can't be!" She smoothed her shirt and pressed record. "Well . . . who was it with, then?"
Elaine bit her lip, smiling to a point where it hurt. She took a deep breath and looked Irene right in the eye with a devilish quality to her own eyes. "Mark Wahlberg."
Irene slumped far into her chair, her eyes pleading. Taking in another deep breath, Elaine began her final tale.
***
A black man in a dark blue security tee, who scarily resembled a Chris Rock on steroids, stood in Elaine's way. She was hoping to get in to the production site for the new movie, Date Night. The premier was just a couple short months away, and she thought, for a change, she could visit the shoot and get interviews instead of waiting till the stars walked the red carpet. And Elaine was determined to get in.
"Sir, please. I was just wanting to get a few interviews with the cast. It's not like I was gonna pull out a gun and shoot everyone . . ." Elaine begged, feeling ready to get on her knees and plead. "You can even check all of my things! Here." She shoved everything she had on her into the large man's arms.
Rolling his eyes, the man did check her things. He found absolutely nothing. But knowing he had a job to maintain, he pushed her stuff back at Elaine. "Listen, sweetie. I understand what you're here for and that you are probably not gonna do anything. But it is my job to keep unwanted people out."
Elaine growled under her breath, picked up her belongings and stomped off, feeling defeat draining from her pores. She turned a corner and suddenly came up with a plan. A smirk crossed her face. Inside a beat up closet she found just as she'd suspected. Empty beer bottles. A lot of them. She hid inside the closet and chucked one of the beer bottles all the way down the hall. Smash. On cue, heavy footsteps were heard walking past her hiding place and further and further away. Elaine heaved her bags on her and dashed out of the closet as quietly as possible.
To her delight, no one was guarding the door. Elaine turned around and saw the Chris Rock On Steroid's shadow coming closer. She ran inside the door and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd made it to the set. She placed her things in a dark corner and ran off with her recorder.
Elaine was concentrated on not getting caught. She kept looking behind her every few seconds to be sure the security man wasn't after her. Before she knew it, she had run into a warm mass of muscle. Her head turned around slowly, believing she had been caught by security. But when she looked forward, she could only see an olive-toned skin chest of muscle instead of a dark blue shirt. A necklace ran down the center of his pecks. This was definitely not the security man she'd encountered outside the set.
Elaine's frightened hazel eyes glanced up to find out who she'd run into instead. Her eyes were met by another pair of hazel eyes, kind and deep in thought. He wore a friendly smirk. "Are you supposed to be here?" Mark Wahlberg asked, crossing his arms over his breathtaking chest.
"I . . . Eh . ." Elaine stumbled, completely lost in his eyes. "No. I had to sneak past security. I'm just a reporter looking to talk to a few of the actors here."
"Well, hit me up! I'm an actor, well at least I thought I was since the last time I checked . . ." Mark commented with a chuckle, examining his body with a smile. Elaine couldn't help but smile back. There was something about him that made her light up.
"Well, um . . . First off, why aren't you wearing a shirt - not that this is a terrible sight! In fact, your body is . . . is . . . a girl's dream come true," Elaine stumbled, blushing at her words. Mark's wonderful smile was revealed through his perfect lips. "It's just that I would have never expected to see someone shirtless on set."
"Ha ha. Actually, in the movie, I play Holbrook Grant, who is this extremely hot client to the main character, Claire Foster. I have absolutely no scenes where I need a shirt. So in that case, why wear a shirt at all?" Mark explained, shoving his hands inside his pockets.
"Then I sure can't wait to see this movie," Elaine replied, blushing even worse.
There was a long silence between them. Mark's eyes were squinted as if to be trying to figure things out. "You look very familiar. What's your name?"
Elaine gulped, unsure of whether she wanted to tell him or not. For the first time, she felt truly attracted to this man in every sense of the word. And she actually began to feel embarrassed about what she'd done to her life. Her eyes shot up to his. "Elaine . . . Elaine Watson . . ."
His eyes bugged out of his head. "You're E. Wat?" She nodded innocently. "Interesting. You don't seem the type to do this kinda stuff."
"Yeah . . . I guess it just happened."
"Anyways," Mark began, raking his fingers through his elegant hair. "We're all going out to dinner tonight."
"Who's we?" Elaine asked, placing the recorder in her back pocket.
"Tina Fey, Steve Carell, Jimmi Simpson, and a few other guys. I was hoping you'd come with me?" Mark asked cautiously, fumbling with the necklace around his neck.
"Of course! I'd love to come!" Elaine exclaimed.
Mark smiled, satisfied. "Great! Let me get a shirt on and then meet me over there." He pointed to the door that Elaine had snook through. She nodded and retreated back to her things, watching as Mark walked in the opposite direction with a large smile. With a shrug of her shoulders, Elaine turned and began to pack her things.
Mark led Elaine to their dinner table with his hand at the small of her back. His touch sent electricity through every particle in her body. Elaine was almost frightened. She'd never experienced an emotion like this before. She didn't know how to handle it exactly.
"Everyone, this is a friend of mine, Elaine Watson," Mark introduced happily. Eyes widened around the table, including the girls for they never believed they'd meet the monster in the flesh.
Jimmi Simpson came around the table and clapped Mark on the back. He leaned in closer to him and spoke through clenched teeth concealed by a smile. "How on earth did you get so damn lucky? If I had put out a police search for her, I'd still never find her."
Mark smiled. "It was literally by accident. We ran into each other and got talking until I asked her to come with me tonight." He pulled a chair out for Elaine to sit in.
"Dude, I call dibs! Once you're through with her, pass her on to me," Jimmy whispered with a wink as he walked around the table and took a seat. Mark rolled his eyes and sat beside Elaine, glancing over to her. His heart sped up inside his chest.
In between open conversations, Mark and Elaine had their own private ones, learning much about the other. In just a short dinner date, they felt that they'd known each other for years rather than hours.
After a few more glasses of wine, Elaine began to feel the tingling between her thighs. But it felt different. It called to her more, and she needed to fulfill it. Elaine reached between them and grabbed Mark's hand, feeling the texture of his skin. She pulled him in closer and told him that they needed to leave, kissing him on his neck before sitting normally again. Mark excused them and they headed out onto the streets of New York City.
"We can go to my apartment. It's only a few blocks away from here," Mark commented, pulling Elaine down the street.
Elaine struggled to keep up with the tugging. She wore her black stilettos and was very close to breaking her ankle. "Mark! Slow down! Eh . . . I can't keep up!" He turned around and caught her as she was falling. He whipped her around his back and got back into his fast pace.
Elaine rested her head on his shoulder. His hair brushed against her face. She'd never smelled something so good before. Her toes curled in her shoes and a smile was painted on her lips.
"I wanna do something different. Tell me something you haven't done before with the other guys you've slept with," Mark said, holding Elaine's hands tightly.
"Something I haven't done before. Are you serious?" He nodded sincerely. "Well then . . . The only thing I haven't done before is simply not going crazy. Just regular sex. No blow jobs, music, wine, dildos and crap like that."
Mark looked surprised. "Well, if it will please you then I will gladly do you old school." They both chuckled. Mark pulled Elaine's hand up to his cheek and grazed her skin on his face.
Both of their shirts were off in a flash before they embraced in a kiss. Elaine's hands ran down the surface of his chest, feeling all the mouthwatering muscles upon him. Mark laid down on his back with her on top of him. He fumbled with the button on her jeans until he finally got it undone and slid the denim down her silk legs. Elaine did the same.
The two were just left in their undergarments. Mark flipped Elaine onto her back and straddled her thighs, taking in the sight before him. "You are a breath of fresh air, Elaine. God, you're beautiful."
Elaine blushed bright red. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been called beautiful before. It was usually hot, sexy, cute, steamy, and words like that. "Aw, thank you, Mark. That means a lot."
Mark only smiled. "Let's ugh . . . Take our underwear off so we can get into this." He stood high on his knees as he tugged at the fabric. His length was revealed more and more until it finally sprung back into place. Elaine tried not to gape at the man's large erection. She bit her bottom lip to the point where it bled. She tried to hide it, but Mark noticed a bead sliding down the side of her mouth. "Elaine, you're bleeding."
Her hand rushed to her mouth as if surprised. "Oh, well it will go away in a few minutes. Mouth wounds tend to heal faster than others."
Mark leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Let me try to speed the process up a little bit." He took Elaine's bottom lip in his mouth and kissed her, sucking up the blood into his mouth. He felt like a vampire, as he seemed to gain energy off of drinking the small droplets of her blood.
Elaine used her feet to push the remaining material of her underwear off her legs. Mark ended his vampire act and got himself between her legs, at last thrusting his length within her warm insides. Elaine's eyes squeezed shut as she clenched the bedspread she lay on. Her body moved up and down the mattress with each plunge inside her body.
Elaine could feel her skin begin to perspire as Mark picked up the pace. His shaggy hair clung to his sweaty face and the hair that wasn't sticking to him swayed side to side as he thrust more violently. She let out tiny squeals every now and then, nearly to the breaking point.
Mark started to slow down. He cupped Elaine's breasts in his hands and played with the two. He leaned down, still with breasts in hand and length working inside her, and kissed her neck. A golden lock fell near his face. He took a whiff of the curl. It smelled of cinnamon and apple. Mark smiled against her skin.
Elaine clawed into his back, holding herself up against his chest. Mark knew she was getting very close. He pulled himself out of her and crawled down her legs. He caressed her bellybutton and slowly kissed his way down until he was between her legs. His tongue went in circles over her clitoris. The hot touch of his tongue sent Elaine spinning. "Ah!" And before she knew it he had his forefinger and middle finger deep inside her, rubbing her sweet spot. With his freehand, Mark had his erection in his large grasp and worked it up and down.
Moans could be heard from both of them. Elaine squeezed her breasts and pinched at her nipples. At long last, Elaine arched her back with a bloodcurdling wail. Mark wrenched his tongue and fingers from her and crawled up next to her, still rubbing himself. He laid on his back and finished up with himself, his release oozing from his length. He reached over to a side table for a tissue and wiped at his stomach.
He twisted to his side and gave Elaine a kiss. Mark looked deep into her eyes. A smile arose and his eyes twinkled. "You're beautiful."
A quiet alarm on Elaine's phone went off. She reached over to silence it, staring up at the ceiling with her arms crossed over her blanket-covered body. She couldn't find the will to get up. She just couldn't.
Come on! Get up! One, two, three! Jesus, get up! You know you'll lose your job if you stay! Just like routine! Treat Mark like any other man you've slept with in the past few years! Elaine thought to herself. She turned her head to watch the sleeping man beside her. He looked so peaceful, so perfect. As if a Greek God had flown down from the heavens and kept her company through the night. Elaine wanted to reach out and graze his face, feel all of his facial features. She wanted to kiss those culminating lips that sent shivers down her spine and curved a smile on her own lips every time.
Elaine shook her head furiously and got out of the bed, tying her hair back in a bun and putting the clothes strewn about the room back on. She stepped into her stiletto heels, feet aching from wearing them so much and dug inside her purse for her post-it booklet and pen. Tears beginning to well in her eyes, she took a seat at the corner of the bed and began to write.
Mark . . . I don't really know what to say . . . Last night was nothing but perfect. I'd do it again. Not just the sex, but running through the streets of NYC to find your apartment, having dinner with you and your costars, running in to you at the set, and sneaking past security. If life had a rewind button, I'd press it again and again and aga-
A tear rolled down Elaine's soft cheek and fell on to the post-it, causing the black ink to bleed in a small circle on the paper. She could only stare at the ink blotch. She slowly lifted her pen back up to the yellow paper but, for some reason, failed to find the strength to continue on with writing the note.
That's when it all ended. Elaine threw the pen down at the floor and walked over to Mark's nightstand and stuck the post-it on his glass of water that was facing him. She looked at the sleeping God again, smiling, and then sighed.
Mark woke up with the sun light gleaming through his windows. He rubbed his eyes and focused in on the yellow post-it on his glass of water. He got up on his elbow and reached for it. His eyes went back and forth as he read the note, becoming more saddened as he went. Mark's thumb grazed the tear drop that blotted out the very last word of Elaine.
He stared out into space, unable to think straight. "Damn. I can't believe it," Mark whispered to himself. "She's gone. I let her go." His head hung low, chin connecting with his bare chest. "I'm such a fool for thinking she'd stay. She's gotta maintain a reputation . . ."
The silence in the room was lethal. Unbearable. "Fuck the reputation," a familiar voice spoke softly, being the one to cut the silence into little pieces. Mark did a 180 flip at the sound to face the figure he never thought he'd see again. "Although, you did last night."
"What are you doing here?" Mark asked, unable to believe what he saw just yet.
Elaine rolled on to her back to stare up at the ceiling. "I'm done. I'm not gonna keep running around and doing celebrities anymore."
He wasn't exactly sure what to say at first. "Well, what made you decide this?"
Elaine's head turned to face Mark. "You."
"Wha- me?" Mark questioned, feeling several different emotions buzzing through his head.
"Mark, I don't know what it is about you, but you make my insides feel like warm butter sliding down a griddle. I have never felt this way before and to leave it behind me would have been the worst mistake of my life. So I did a trade. I gave the Past my life of living under the control of E. Wat for never leaving you behind and to have you forever."
Mark felt tears forming in his eyes. He was absolutely speechless. His lips moved but not a sound came out. " . . . Elaine . . ." Was all he could muster as he hovered over her body and hung his head low to meet her lips. Electricity pulsed between them. Elaine's arms came up to snake around his neck. Mark gently eased himself down and rested atop of her body.
The kiss turned into a hug. Their bodies entwined, Mark whispered in to her ear. "I've only known you for about a day now, but I think it's safe to say that . . . Elaine, I'm madly in love with you."
Elaine smiled. "Guess what?"
"What?" Mark asked, fingering her red locks in his hands.
"I'm madly in love with you, too."
***
"We continued to date for about six months before he proposed," Elaine said, grinning as she remembered everything. "We're due to get married in a few months. Still haven't set a date, though."
"Love at first sight, huh?" Irene asked, playing with the necklace around her neck.
"Pretty much, yeah. One of the bonds that really brought us together was the fact that we were both ashamed of our pasts. He regrets ever getting into rapping. I regret creating E. Wat. But then we both remember that she is what brought us together. Things happen for a reason," Elaine explained, toying with her engagement ring.
"Well, you are one lucky girl. Millions of girls wish they were in your shoes right now," Irene added with a chuckle. "So have you started to see what your name will sound like once you're married? Elaine Wahlberg!"
She laughed. "No, no. I haven't. Probably should, though, shouldn't I? That way I won't go around saying my name is Elaine Watson when I'm really Elaine Wahlberg-hey that sounds cool! Elaine Wahlberg. Oh yeah, I can definitely roll with that." Elaine winked.
A timer went off and Irene looked at her watch. "Wow, time sure does fly! Our time's up! Thank you so much for taking time to come today! You really have one interesting story! You should make a book!"
"No problem at all, Irene," Elaine began, grabbing her things and headed towards the exit. "See you around!"
"You bet! Be sure to call and tell me how the wedding went!" Irene called. Elaine rolled her eyes. She hoped to never see that girl again. There was no way in hell she was gonna call her about the wedding.
Elaine walked out into the steamy New York air. She stopped and looked around for a black Escalade, spotting it a few yards away with a handsome man standing in front of it. Elaine bit her lip as she got closer.
"You know, I never get tired of seeing your beaming face and freaking hot body. How did I ever get so lucky as to end up with you?" Elaine explained, leaning against his body for a kiss.
"I believe . . . a friend of yours . . . E. Wat . . . introduced us . . ." Mark replied between kisses.
"Ugh do NOT bring her up!" Elaine begged, giving him a small punch in the chest.
Mark held her face in his large hands, staring into Elaine's eyes. "God, I love you."
Elaine smirked and giggled. "I love you too, Mark."
The End