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Episode1

Sheila Chapman took a long, deep breath and prepared to make her entrance. Head up. Shoulders back. Super watt smile. Artfully windswept shoulder-length raven hair. Dazzling Badgely and Mishka lace gown cut down to Cuba. Diamonds at her throat and ears. Movie-star husband by her side.
Sheila Chapman had it all. Or did she?
Tonight she was at the Cannes Films Festival with her husband, Linc Blackwood. Each had a movie to promote.
Hers: an edgy drama about a woman on the brink of a total collapse- a thirty-something sex addict who reveals more than her mental breakdown on screen, with no body around to help her. And, of course, one blistering sex scene, because Sheila had all the attributes and since this movie smelt of an Oscar nomination she hadn't minded showing them.
His: a tough guy superhero movie. Hard-boiled cop. Sexy. Sardonic. A sequel to his two previous blockbuster hits playing the same character. Linc Blackwood, once one of the highest paid box-office stars in the world, was still up there.
Tonight Linc wore a midnight blue Armani Tuxedo with a dark blue silk shirt. No tie. Muscular body. Clouded green eyes. Longish dark hair. Stubbled chin. Crooked nose-broken in a fight or two before he was famous and powerful enough to insist on a double for his more dangerous stunts.
Sheila and Linc. A movie-star couple set to thrill the throngs of fans who eagerly watched them as they made thier way- flanked by various publicity people and assortef flacks- into the palais des festivals, where Sheila's film "Rapture" was about to be shown.

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'Shit', Linc mumbled under his breath, waving at the paparazzi while flashing his trademark grin. 'I need a fuckin' drink'.
'No, you don't,' Sheila managed to reply. As she smiled for the assorted cameras and TV cres lined up three deep, all shoving and struggling for the best shots.
Linc' drinking was a big bone of contention between them. He'd been in rehab twice, but it hadn't done him much good, he was still a hard boozer whenever the mood took him. And tonight the mood was definitely taking him.
Sheila knew he'd had a couple of shot at the hotel, and now he was muttering that he wanted more. This was not a good sign. She had hoped to relax and enjoy the night, but if Linc was on the prowl, she'd have to spend the evening watching him to make sure he didn't embarrass them both, something he was quite capable of doing. When Linc got drunk it was disaster time. He either became belligerent and ready to pick a fight or compulsively amorous, flirting outrageously with every woman in sight. Both were equally unappealing traits.
Damn! Why couldn't she simply revel in her triumph? Bacause everyone had ssured her that her performance in "rapture" was a triumph, everyone except Linc, who'd seen a rough cut of her movie, and immediately remarked that she looked tired and drawn and that the cinematographer hadn't lit her well.
Didn't he get it? She was playing a woman on the verge, she wasn't supposed to look her usual gorgeous self.
The truth was that, even though he'd never admit, Linc was jealous, eaten up with the envy that she was starring in a movie that was destined to receive critical acclaim and box-office success, a combination he'd never quite manage to achieve.
The one thing Linc craved was respect and acknowledgment for his acting talent not merely his physical antics. His movie sill made mega-millions,but his reviews were abysmal. This drove him slightly crazy- especially now that she was about to make a major impact as a serious actress. She had no doubt he loved her, but things were about to change for her career wise, she wasn't sure how Linc would take it.
Sometimes she worried that maybe she should give it all upan stay home and do nothing but look after Linc. After four years of a somwhat turbulent marriage she still love hom, in spite of his drinking and womanizing and going off on binges with his gang of asshole buddies whom she had never been able to persude him to get rid of. Lurking within the macho movie star was a little boy lost, and the little boy was always there, sweet and needy and most important- all hers. Especially at night when they were in bed together and she snuggled up behind him and fell asleep breathing his smell. Feeling his warmth, loving every inch of him. It wasn't all about sex, and Sheila liked that. Linc was her man. And she desperately hoped that he always would be.
No body knew the real Linc except her. Nobody had any clue about his abusive childhood with a father who would beaten him daily and battered Linc's mother, a gentle woman who was simply not capable of protecting her only son from a man who victimized them both.

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Yes small Till tomorrow morning before I continue, I dey fear this network error all the time

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