Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Los Angeles, California
Light reflected from the cold marble stone's gloss surface of the table. Over the blackness was a pattern among white lines scattered into the stone while a gold frame bordered the large table in the middle of the room. Nothing covered the top of the table while a white leather couch was close by with windows on the opposite view. White paint had dried on the walls years ago after a costly remodeling process. A few framed drawings, all in black and white representing portraits of various legendary Hollywood icons. Humphrey Bogart in a fedora and trench coat was next to a frame of Robert Mitchum. On the opposite side a drawing of Bette Davis was next to one of Mary Astor. The room was one of five in a luxury apartment in a post modernistic complex out looking down to L.A.
The place itself had been rented by a man who could afford such exquisite tastes in artistic value to build a lifestyle around it. Aaron Smith had the pockets deep enough to fund such a place. At twenty-eight years old he had come up through the modelling industry, following into a diverse line of male fashion that consisted on body building and tattoos. It helped that his family was deeply connected in the fashion industry with his grandfather's name appearing on a clothing line manufactured in France. Unlike his family, Aaron had a different career in mind before he ended up in modelling. After high school, he had found himself going into gym work as worked frantically to become a body builder. He would soon realize what a tough market it was for a job in L.A. with numerous gyms and his family trying to push him towards a better career path.
Modelling was his second choice of a career, a move that his family had to force him into at twenty two years old. Aaron didn't want to spend his life riding the coat tails of his family's name, so he eventually took their advice and dipped his foot into the modelling business. It helped that he was already in shape with a muscular built body, 'jacked' as he preferred to call himself. Atop of his muscled arms and torso, Aaron had taken pride in tattooing most of his body in black ink to demonstrate his love of art by wearing it over his skin. Such an obsession began with his first tattoo on his eighteenth of birthday. It was a simple star design over his chest, but not enough to completely satisfy him. Over the years, the star had morphed into various different objects as his chest became the canvas for various tattoo artists drawing their designs over his body.
When his torso was completely filled, Aaron went for 'sleeve' style designs over both arms. Each arm was covered up to his wrists and leaving his hands clean of ink. They began like his chest with a few small drawings but eventually escalated into full drawings, all in black ink. He didn't want any other color, similar to his taste for black and white drawings in portraits. Over his right arm was a skull surrounded by various drawings all blending together. His left arm had Humphrey Bogart's face with a cigarette dangling from his lips, 'here's lookin' at you, kid', the famous words of the legend echoed into Aaron's mind any time he seen the face when glancing at his body in front of a mirror. Classic Hollywood was his single passionate hobby in the form of entertainment. With his own private gym at home, Aaron liked to put on DVDs and Blu-Rays of classic films while he did his work out routines for six hours a day during the working week.
His modelling career had become a success as Aaron was put in the market of what was called 'tattoo models'. He rose to stardom internationally appearing in advertisements for designer underwear and swim trunks to begin a portfolio in fashion modelling. His chiseled and tatted body was enough to land him multiple contracts over the years with an agency based in Los Angeles which he chose as his desired city for a home. Aaron's modelling job led him to occasional travels to New York, London and Paris. Most of his time was spent back in Los Angeles with the company's main studio in Downtown. In his off time, he continued to work out while indulging in his passion for art and classic films. His canvas of a body had run out of room with his torso and arms, soon leading Aaron to use his neck for a few more tattoos. It was his obsession with ink that led to meeting a woman he never considered the possibility of sharing a room with years ago.
A special day had come over two years ago when Scarlett Johansson made an appointment with the same tattoo artist Aaron had paid for his latest body work. When he was off work, Aaron sometimes liked to hang out at tattoo parlors across L.A. He would come in, looking for art and enjoyed watching the ink masters making their money by crafting their drawings from needle onto body parts as canvas pieces. Scarlett wanted only the best tattoo artists she could find and a woman of her status and fame had the money to pay such hefty fees. She was getting work done on her back, the latest of her tattoo work when Aaron was sitting in and struck up a conversation with the blonde actress. That talk led to a date before he found himself locked in what was a blissful affair with Scarlett. What he thought was a one night stand back then had turned into something much more.
Scarlett was a master at keeping a private life out of the eye of the public, despite being a household name from her Hollywood career. She dealt with paparazzi as any other actress in town had to put a battle with, but they weren't much of a factor. Scarlett's private life was under lock and key as she made careful decisions on whom she decided to socialize and share such details with. Aaron knew that she was a mother and had come out of multiple divorces, but he didn't ask her questions about her private life. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she tended to favor him as one of her many men to share wild nights with. Her reputation as a swinger was notable among social circles of the Hollywood elite in and around Los Angeles. Aaron had heard only whispers of this through conversations among the tattoo parlor they had met.
Whether there were ounces of truth in such rumors did not hinder his mind. Aaron learned quite early on what kind of woman Scarlett could be when the doors were shut and curtains covering the window. As long as he didn't try to get too close into her private life, he had a one way ticket to her any time she was looking for a good man to keep her company. Playing this game of off and on again romance for the past two years had been fun, though Aaron wished at times they could take it to the next level. He wasn't jealous that Scarlett had other men in other cities, the thought didn't even cross his mind. Just knowing that he was lucky while countless other men in the world lusted to share tender love with this woman, was enough to make him appreciate this given opportunity.
Relationships weren't among easy tasks in Aaron's life. Through out his years in modelling, he had many chances to build something special with other tattooed models in the same company. He didn't get many jobs of photo sessions involving female models, but that didn't prevent him from socializing with them on sets and back at the studio. Aaron didn't know what he was searching for when it came to his love life. At twenty-eight, he wasn't in a rush to get married and start a family. Having intermittent flings with Scarlett Johansson of all women fulfilled an inner fantasy he had carried through out life, one of being with a glamorous film star. It helped that Scarlett had beauty often compared to that of classic icons from the old days of Hollywood. He didn't like her name being mentioned in the same sentence as Monroe, for Scarlett was a unique woman and unmatched by anyone from the past or present.
Yesterday had went well for a small date in the evening. Scarlett invited Aaron as her date at a house party in some film producer's multi-million dollar mansion. Beyond the black metal gates, he was invited into a different social world from what he was used to. Aaron felt like an alien among the high class wealthy participants at the party, becoming uncomfortable despite blending in with his black pinstriped suit. The older guests had given him dirty looks, glancing over the tats he had over his neck, edges visible beyond the collar of his shirt. Scarlett had dressed in black, matching his outfit as he was introduced as her date. From her touch, he was able to forget the uneasy feeling early before they went onto the mansion's balcony during the sunset. Together they had sipped champagne that cost thousands of dollars per bottle before the exquisite date was interrupted by a call from Scarlett's agent. An emergency had come up regarding one of her bank accounts.
The date had come to close early on as the evening sky was fading into darkness. Scarlett made sure Aaron was escorted back to his apartment via her limo, treating him in first class as an apology for this aborted ending. It was a disappointing night, but Aaron felt better after waking up the next day. Saturday was his off day so he didn't have to worry about any calls from his own agent or the company about photo session schedules. After having breakfast around eight in the morning, it was time to get in the shower when a text message notification caused his phone to go off in the kitchen. 'Sorry about last night, text me back if you'd like me to come over. I'd like to spend some time with you'. Scarlett followed up the short message with a few heart emojis. Aaron didn't wait long to text her back, inviting the buxom bombshell over to resume their incomplete date.
