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

With every step I take on the pier towards Grimms, I feel more agitated, more guilty, more alone, more heartbroken, more unworthy. And with each step the pain consumes me more and more. If I don’t counterbalance this raging feelings with some physical pain, I’m going to blow soon. I know I am. 


But cutting myself won’t do it this time … I need more. So I’m going to use my twin’s method of self-coping: FIGHTING. Usually I won’t go down this road because of my job … I can’t model or act with bruises all over my face, now can I … but today I have to. Fuck the job. Luckily I cleared my schedule for the transplant. 


Right now I seriously need to hit something … and I need that something to hit back. And who better than the guys that’s sort of responsible for Aria getting into a dangerous situation? It is more or less their fault, so they deserve this. I burst through the doorway. 


A little fight