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L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali
Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,597 Views)
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July 3, 2012, 9:41 pm
OH DAMN! Getcha some Castor! but you better not get her pregnant! haha
Castor's split second thought: *Dad lectured me about using protection and not being a screw up* Oh well, she's naked! *jump* :lol:
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July 3, 2012, 9:37 pm
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July 3, 2012, 9:35 pm
Never underestimate the hormones of a 19 year old boy XD
Indeed! And he's a Hetfield too! :lol: :o :heart: :drool
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OH DAMN! Getcha some Castor! but you better not get her pregnant! haha
Fran would die of a heart attack, then come back to haunt Castor XD
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July 3, 2012, 10:18 pm
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July 3, 2012, 9:41 pm
OH DAMN! Getcha some Castor! but you better not get her pregnant! haha
Fran would die of a heart attack, then come back to haunt Castor XD
:lol: Well, lets hope Castor listens to his Dad next time!
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July 3, 2012, 10:20 pm
Auluna Raie
July 3, 2012, 10:18 pm
usmcjahusmc8762
July 3, 2012, 9:41 pm
OH DAMN! Getcha some Castor! but you better not get her pregnant! haha
Fran would die of a heart attack, then come back to haunt Castor XD
:lol: Well, lets hope Castor listens to his Dad next time!
Woah ho!!! next time?!!!! Hahahaha Frfan will haunt him, but after she finishes Hannah off!! :lol: :lol:
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July 3, 2012, 10:18 pm

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:lol: Well, lets hope Castor listens to his Dad next time!
Woah ho!!! next time?!!!! Hahahaha Frfan will haunt him, but after she finishes Hannah off!! :lol: :lol:
Mind you, his Dad is the biggest hypocrite, Castor just doesn't know it yet! :lol: Wait till he finds out Hannah's pregnant! :o :lol:
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SON OF A BEEEETTTTTCCCHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! :lol:
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The following week James arrived as usual for his lunchtime visit. I welcomed him in and we kissed warmly in the hallway for a long minute. I hadn’t seen him for over a week. Anthony joined us inquisitively.

‘James! You kiss my mummy all the time!’ Anthony laughed.

‘Yes, yes I do!’ he laughed.

‘Do you feel like going for a drive today?’ James asked, there was a naughty twinkle in his eye.

‘Sure! What do you have in mind?’ I asked him. It was a beautiful hot summers day.

‘There’s a few places I want you to see up the coast’ he explained. ‘There’s an agent that can show us a house on the beach today if you want to look?’ I noticed he had come dressed in a clean and ironed white shirt and jeans—he was certainly overdressed for summer.

‘Alright—let me change’ I smiled. James followed me, he wasn’t going to miss out on seeing me undress. He sat on the end of my bed and watched me choose a dress from the wardrobe.

‘Hannah?’ he spoke softly in his horny voice. I turned to him with a smile.

‘Come here’ he beckoned gently. I walked towards him in my underwear and his eyes explored my body. His hands reached out to touch my middle, smoothing my bare stomach and pulling my hips towards him. His lips kissed my navel.

‘You’ll be showing soon!’ he grinned.

‘I’m about 8-9 weeks’ I smiled, he nodded. He knew that in another month I would have the beginnings of a proper, visible baby bump. His eyes wandered to my breasts. He loved that they were fuller now. His mouth kissed at my stomach again and again.

‘I was thinking the other day, that I hope it’s a girl’ he spoke gently, looking up at me with a wide smile. He held my belly with both his large hands and continued to kiss at my middle.

‘Because if it is, I have the perfect name’ he smiled, but he didn’t offer it.

‘Mmm? Tell me!’ I kissed. He grinned secretively.

‘Nope, only if it’s a girl!’ he said. ‘You’ll have to wait!’ he grinned.

‘Do you want to know the sex at 20 weeks then?’ I asked him. James shook his head.

‘No, our babies were always a surprise when they were born’ he admitted. ‘I like it that way’ he remembered. I had known that Anthony was a boy before he was born, but Ray did not—he’d wanted it to be a surprise too.

‘Okay then, I like that idea!’ I smiled. James kissed me and agreed. I changed into the white knee-length summer dress I had taken from the hanger in my wardrobe; turning to him, he zipped up the back for me kindly.

‘How about that beautiful perfume you wear?’ he kissed at my throat. I thought I knew the one he liked: it was Miss Dior Cherie; I wore it all the time. I added a silver necklace with large pink stones, a diamond ring and my black Yves Laurent pumps. I took my white Chanel purse and he smiled at my outfit.

‘You’re gorgeous!’ he sighed. ‘I like women who care about how they look. I like that you don’t live in sloppy shorts and tracksuits’ he reflected. It was a plain dig at Francesca. I had always made an effort for James—I knew straight away when I first met him that aesthetics were important to him. James had held me in a long kiss when Anthony walked into my bedroom.

‘James’ he asked in his child’s voice, ‘Are we going to play trucks today?’ Anthony’s small face was hopeful.

‘Yes, we can play trucks when we get home. We’re going to go for a drive to the beach first, alright?’ James lifted the four year old into his arms like he was his son. I stroked Anthony’s messy blonde hair. He looked at James like a part of the equation was missing.

‘Are you in love with my mommy?’ he asked finally after a long silence. I was surprised that the thought had been in my young son’s head. I hesitated for James to tell him the truth in case he told Ray.

‘Isn’t your mommy beautiful?’ James said, changing the question. Anthony looked at me in adoration, his eyes scanned me up and down in my dress and heels. He nodded with a smile.
James kissed Anthony’s forehead, remembering that his first word had been ‘dada’ and it had been for James.

‘Alright, shall we go?’ James smiled. The three of us were ready for an adventure.

The first house James stopped outside was high on Sunset Blvd, it overlooked the ocean and the beach below. The house hidden behind large iron gates was in the style of a Spanish villa, a large cream exterior with tailored gardens, a fountain in the middle of the circular driveway and white roses that lined the front lawn.

‘It’s 6 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms’ James said. ‘It has a full lap pool, views of the city, a recording studio, a gym and a nursery complete with an in house cinema.

‘Wow!’ I said as he read the description off his iphone.

‘How much is it?’ I asked. The car engine idled as we parked outside admiring the property.

‘$27.5 million’ James replied. My eyebrows raised in an amazed gesture.

‘WHAT?!’ I asked in disbelief, ‘Are you serious?!’ My mouth gaped open in horror.

‘Quite serious!’ he grinned. We drove on.

‘But there’s another one I think you’d like more that I wanted to see inside today’ he explained. We drove further down the steep hill to the beach and followed coast for fifteen minutes. I smiled, the sparkling blue water on a hot summer’s day was amazing. Anthony stared out the window in amazement. It was nothing like he had ever seen in London. James turned into a private street full of large beach-side houses. Down the end of a steep cul-de-sac was a large white mansion that fronted the beach. It too, had large barred gates and tight security. It was private from the street, but inside the curved glass panels that framed the bedroom and lounge balconies opened up to the sea. The agent lead us through the property—the kitchen was a spectacular cream and green marble, the floors hardwood, the furniture was a stunning white leather that made the house seem open and airy. James leant over the balcony in the master bedroom looking out to sea and to the beach below. It was only a few short could steps through a private garden onto the beach. It was a paradise, I could only imagine how incredible it would be to live here all year round. I lead Anthony by the hand to talk with James as he pictured himself living in this space.

‘So what do you think?’ he asked.

‘It’s fantastic!’ he smiled.

‘If you like it, I can make an offer?’ James suggested.

‘What’s this place worth compared to the other one?’ I asked. James spoke honestly.

‘It’s $11 million--it’s a good price for this area considering it’s right on the beach’. I nodded, although I had still flinched at the price.

‘I just want you to feel like we have a home together—somewhere you can go soon when you leave Ray’ James whispered. I looked out to sea for a long silent moment before asking the inevitable question.

‘So when will you tell Francesca?’ I asked.

‘I am planning to tell her two weeks from now’ he admitted. If we have a place by then, I can move out too then we can both be here together’.

It was the second time we were trying this. Our first time living together had been tainted by being in his marital home. Perhaps starting again would make things more successful this time around.

‘I love the house James—I think we should make an offer’ I smiled. I turned my hips happily from side to side and my dress did a slight twirl.

‘Done!’ he kissed.
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:drool :drool amazing! Can't wait for more!
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:drool :drool amazing! Can't wait for more!
Another chapter coming in just a few minutes! :heart:
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July 4, 2012, 5:33 am
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:drool :drool amazing! Can't wait for more!
Another chapter coming in just a few minutes! :heart:
YAY! I wish I could read, but I'm heading off to bed. Its 02:36am here and i'm sick and need some rest.
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I was doing my best to hide my pregnancy from Ray. A week later, I was still vomiting nearly every morning and continuing into the afternoon I could barely face lunch or dinner. I focused instead on my son at mealtime, in the hope that Ray would not notice. His eyes never even left the table.

‘Ray—how was your day?’ I asked him awkwardly. I hated that our relationship had degraded to stifled conversation.

‘Busy’ he said plainly. ‘Lemmy is driving me mad’ he confessed. He stood from the table to take his plate to the kitchen, my eyes followed him.

‘The band hasn’t decided whether to tour or not, so if they don’t, I might not have a job when we get back to London’ he revealed. His confession revealed his lowest point and explained his moodiness.

‘If that happens Hannah, I won’t be able to provide for us anymore’ he admitted. It didn’t bother me, I was independently wealthy. Ray’s opinion of himself had dropped to the lowest of lows.

‘I don’t know what I’ll do if that happens’ he confessed. He returned to the table and we mulled over the silence. I faced my husband with a stony face. There was no easy way to say it.

‘Ray—I ‘m pregnant’ I confessed. He held his head in his hands in devastation.

‘That’s just great, Hannah’ he said angrily. I had not even begun to explain that I was certain he was not the father. He couldn’t be. I took his hand across the table to deliver the final blow.

‘You’re not the father, Ray’ I said quietly. His face was incredulous.

‘Scott Ian?’ he questioned angrily. His eyes shot to Anthony sitting at the table with us, he didn’t want to shout in front of our son.

‘No—of course not, I told you already’ I whispered. Ray’s face was deep red.

‘There’s only one other man I can think of who would dare put his hands on you, and fuck Hannah, I hope I’m wrong!’ he threatened. My honest eyes told him the truth with a knowing glance. Ray gulped, it was the betrayal his low self-esteem had always expected.

‘Well, are you going to marry him this time?’ he half-laughed as he shed a tear.

‘No, Ray! I….we just….it wasn’t planned’ I admitted finally.

‘I want a divorce’ Ray added simply doing that hardest part of the confession for me. He stood from the table pushing out his chair noisily.

‘And I want you out of this house’ he added darkly.

I called James the minute Ray had walked out of the house in rage. He picked up straight away, I knew he spent his evenings alone in L.A in a hotel room at the Beverly Hilton.

‘James I told him—he wants a divorce, it’s done!’ I breathed. My tears fell quickly. I had taken the moment when it came, I had planned to perhaps not tell him for another week.

‘Stay strong Hannah’ James said bravely. ‘We’ve got the house, they accepted my offer of $8.5 million’ he revealed. ‘It’s a month though before we can move in’ he explained. ‘Come and stay with me here, it’s a hotel, but it’s better than nothing.’

‘Can Anthony and I come now?’ I asked tearfully. I realised I didn’t want to spend another night in bed next to a man who hated me.

‘Darling of course—I’ll be right there’ James promised.
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Okay, I read it. That was a quick read, and got my heart racing faster than it already is. I'll post up tomorrow to check
for an update. But i have to sleep now. Hahahaha goodnight and great job!
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Okay, I read it. That was a quick read, and got my heart racing faster than it already is. I'll post up tomorrow to check
for an update. But i have to sleep now. Hahahaha goodnight and great job!
Thanks! Yeah--that was a big moment for Hannah and Ray. :( It's over now between them, after all this time.
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Ray had been gone for two hours when James and I packed his car with my things. Anthony sat in the backseat in confusion, watching us pile suitcases and gear into the car late at night. It was a getaway of sorts, but one that had come to be expected. Lemmy was still out—no doubt in a bar in west Hollywood. I left him a hand-written note on the bench top.

Lemmy—thank you for having Anthony and I to stay.
I just wanted you to know that Ray and I have gone our separate ways.
I’m sure I’ll see you around,
Hannah.


James carried the last of my suitcases down the spiral staircase.

‘Is that everything?’ he asked kindly.

‘Yes. I think so’ I smiled a little sadly. It was a bitter-sweet moment—a celebration for James and I, and a sad end for my marriage to Ray.

James drove us carefully back to Beverly Hills, leaving the warm evening at Malibu behind. Night had fallen, and Anthony slept innocently in the back seat as we arrived at James’ hotel. The concierge unloaded our luggage and I took James' arm for balance—I felt exhausted and wounded after my confrontation with my husband. James carried Anthony’s small sleeping body and once more, we were a family of three, soon to be four. Upstairs, we laid him in his bed and watched his small tired face sleep.

‘Ray at least didn’t yell in front of him’ I said sadly. James nodded, he was glad for it too.

‘I hope he doesn’t miss him too much!’ I sobbed. It was the only reservation I had leaving Ray: that his son might never forgive me.

‘I’ll do my absolute best to be his father’ James promised me. I sunk into his arms in a long, thoughtful hug. He held me tightly to his chest for nearly ten minutes. He sighed loudly and took a deep breath and I did the same.

‘I’m going to tell Francesca this weekend’ James whispered finally. ‘You’re starting to show already’ he noticed. ‘The press already know I’m staying here—Lars and Kirk are here too’ James admitted. ‘If I don’t tell her soon she’ll find out on her own’ he feared. I changed the subject from divorce—I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

‘How are Lars and Kirk?’ I smiled. I hadn’t realised they were staying at the same hotel too.

‘Lars is hanging out with his movie friends and Kirk’s wife is here visiting at the moment so I’ve not seen either of them outside of the studio at all’ James said. I realised he really had been sitting here alone in the evenings. I looked at the bedside clock: it was 11:35pm. I was exhausted.

‘James, I want to sleep—I’m just so tired’ I said. He nodded with a wide yawn pulling his shirt over his shoulders to reveal his broad bare chest. I smiled at his tattoo of my son’s name, I had loved being there while he had it done. But his neck reminded me—his rose tattoo had been for me. How could I have forgotten?

‘I haven’t seen this in so long!’ I remembered, my fingers reaching out to touch the red rose that sculpted the right side of his neck. He took my hand gently and I straddled him in bed.

‘I have always been completely serious about you, Hannah’ he confessed. His eyes watered emotionally. His hands held my hips as I sat across his middle.

‘I can’t wait for our baby to come’ he confessed emotionally.

‘So you want another daughter?’ I checked with a hopeful smile.

‘Very much’ he beamed lovingly.
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