Chapter 10: The Tomb Raider & The End Of The Line
JULY 25, 2003.
After almost two months of touring Europe with Gwen and No Doubt, everyone was ready to close another touring chapter and open one of rest.
I woke up that morning in Southern California-to be specific-in the bed of Gwen Stefani...covered in sweat from a love fest the previous night.
A wake up kiss and a wake up hump started off the perfect day that would become the perfect night.
On the counter, there were two tickets to the premiere of Tomb Raider 2 with the company of the lovely Gwen...my final mission was going to be just fine.
The premiere was filled with stars and wannabes. I was ill prepared for the tons of interviews that I would have to give before the film's outstanding debut.
As the movie came and went, I was surprised and shocked at the ending of such an excellent sequel.
As the credits began to roll, I felt Gwen grip my hand with all her strength as we began to whisper back and forth.
G: Are we going to the after party?
B: Who's gonna be there?
G: It's a smaller one...with Ali Landry and some other big stars. Angelina supposed to be coming too.
B: All right then...if you want to go.
We kissed for a REALLY long moment before standing up to leave.
We walked through the front of the theatre and found our limo.
A few moments later, we were at a plush L.A. mansion.
As we climbed from the limo, Gwen smiled at me in a lustful way and then we entered the house.
As the front door opened, I noticed the extremely tame and neat surroundings, especially for something in the Silicone City.
It was 10pm when we arrived and the party was jumping until around 3 the next morning...without seeing Angelina.
Gwen and I mingled amongst some of Hollywood's greatest-like George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Charlize Theron.
At 3am, the party thinned out and I never saw Angelina during the whole night.
As we left, my cell phone rang and I was excited to hear the beautiful voice on the other end.
After hanging up the phone, I told the driver to take us to a mansion just outside of Los Angeles.
We pulled up around 3:20 and got out as the car pulled away.
It was very quiet as we entered the house.
After we entered, I noticed that it was pitch black. Suddenly, the door slammed and locked automatically...then, the lights came up and I was shocked at what I saw.
The eleven women that I had fucked over the last year, all sitting throughout the room.
I quickly panned the room and exchanged smiles with each of them.
Shortly there after, Sheila entered from a bedroom upstairs, smiling like the sun shines.
She stood in front of a stone textured fireplace as it suddenly lit to a roaring fire...and then, she spoke.