A San Francisco boy.
Famous actor and model.
Renowned playboy.
Damaged lover.
And a heartless robot.

He needs to fix his reputation.  I need money for my sister's treatment.

Everything about us is fake ... but sometimes the line between fake and real can get blurred.

Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot.  Untouchable.  Emotionless.  The quintessential bachelor of the silver screen.

He doesn't do love.  He can never say the words.  Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend.  

But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal the things I know.  Like fire on fire, he burns himself into my heart.  And that's the last place I want him to be.    

We made an arrangement.  We agreed to a contract.  No sex.  No love.  No relationship.

Can I unfold him?  Can I make this real?  Can I make him find his heart?

But most importantly - can I make him say the words?

The Actor's Contract

D-Boy = Nickname for Alejandro - because he was a Seal sniper chosen for Delta Force 


Place = San Francisco (Inferno) (Grimms) 


Frustrated; angry; cocked-up horny; agitated; lost; confused; on the edge … that’s just some of the feelings raging through me right now … or more like the last couple of days – all the time. 


I’m fucking hooked – fell flat on my face; name it as you will, but the truth is out there – I lost my heart. Not that I would ever acknowledge it … well not out loud anyway, and I can’t utter those famous 3 words … not even in my mind. 


Frustration