"AM I SUPPOSED to be here, sir?" Atticus asked over the loud music.

The club had not opened merrily five minutes ago and everyone was already there. Everyone famous you could think of was present in the large club.

From the highest paid actors to the athletes and producers who were making it big in Hollywood. Everyone who had a name known around the world was present in the building.

Most were dancing on the first three floors of the club. Others were drinking at the bars are talking with friends at the many booths and tables. Everyone was someone here with someone-they all wore fake smiles, as if the reason most were there was from a clean past.

Luca wasn't like the people in the room-he was worse. He stayed in the club's corner with a large cup full of whiskey and his bodyguard standing protectively beside him. He leaned back against the wooden table as he observed the dozens of bodies in front of him.

Instead of answering his question Luca asked, "why do you keep calling me sir?"

He doesn't turn to Atticus when he replied, "because you never told me not too."

"The people you worked for wanted you to call them, sir?"

"Yes."

Luca cringed and wrinkled his nose with distaste. "Gross."

Most of the men and woman's in Hollywood that were older than Luca were fools of themselves. They thought of themselves as a higher power and anyone working for them or someone they thought less of wasn't someone who deserved respect. Most treated their employees with disrespect-claiming to never want to look in their eyes or even getting to know their names because it wasn't worth remembering.

"Am I supposed to be here?" Atticus repeated, this time tone harsher and tougher than before.

"Technically no," Luca muttered as he drank his whiskey. "But who doesn't enjoy being rebellious?"

"Sir, I don't want-"

"You're my date for the night, Atticus." Luca stated, walking away from the dark corner and to the edge of the dimly lit bar.

"I'm confused sir I thought the woman in the limo was?"

Luca didn't bother looking away from the glass in his hand. "She's dancing with an NBA star in the corner. I'd really like not to pull her away from that."

"Sir, I don't think this is a good-"

"You can also stop calling me sir," he ordered after taking another sip of his whiskey. "I'm not that much older than you."

"What would you like me to call you then?"

"Luca or Jackson will do," he gestured to the open bar in front of him. "Do you want anything?"

"I'm on the job, sir." Atticus declined.

"No, you're technically on a date," Luca turned slightly Atticus, "with Luca Jackson."

Atticus sighed but kept his eyes straight ahead. "I'm going to be guarding you whenever you're out." A small smile made its way to his lips. "So I'll always be on a date with you."

Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his glass down on the bar.

"You got a sense of humor, I'll give you that."

Atticus puffed his chest slightly as he fixed his suit. "Are you planning to leave with someone?"

Leave tonight with someone? Would he? Could he?

He hadn't been intimate with anyone sober. He slept with a woman when he passed out drunk and barely remembered anything about them or their activities. He didn't want to remember anything about how he felt or what they made him feel.

Luca couldn't remember the last time he was with a woman intimately, which wasn't surprising since he was always close to black out drunk. Everyone in Hollywood knew Luca didn't sleep around, but the viewer's outsider saw him as a player with a bewitched smile.

"No, not tonight."

"Are you sure?"

Luca's eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, why?"

Atticus's eyes search among the crowd with a small frown. "There are quiet a lot of woman looking at you with determination."

Luca hadn't noticed it till now, but Atticus was right. Different woman and men stared at him with longing and lust. Their eyes holding desire and need as they raked their gaze over his body.

He was used to the looks-but it didn't make him any less comfortable. It was like he was the prey, and the men and woman around him were predators that wanted him dying by their hands.

A loud clapping overlapped the music as Luca slowly turned to the sound.

"Told you guys I saw a little bitch at the bar."

Luca chuckled at the pathetic excuse of a singer and his friends behind him.

'He's drunk, I'm drunk, let's fuck some shit up.'

A fight at a club would definitely make headlines and possibly make Luca's career in a venomous way-wasn't that exciting?

Brandy would try to cover it up, he'd probably succeed too. Luca could get away with murder if it came down to it. The justice system for celebrities was the most corrupt thing-everyone in Hollywood was privileged beyond any extent.

"Didn't know you brother was here." Luca emotionlessly said back, drinking the last of his whiskey before slamming it onto the counter.

"Watch your fucking mouth."

"Or what?" Luca taunted.

"Ladies ladies, please calm down." A British voice teased, two hands placed on both of the angry boy's chests.

Nate Silver stood in between to the two drunk messes, an enormous smile on his face.

His white shirt was disheveled along with his hair as it popped the first few buttons open. Nate's glanced over, his eyes and slightly red and his cheeks flushed. His jet black hair sprawled all along his forehead as he brushed it back with his fingers.

"Fuck off, Nate." Marcus cursed, glaring at the amused man with disdain.

Marcus tried to take another step forward, but Nate quickly pushed him back into the bar. Grabbing the collar of his white shirt, Nate leans down slowly with a menacing glare.

"Don't tempt me, Marcus, because I won't have you threatening my friends."

Marcus clenched his jaw tightly as his friends pulled him back and onto the dance floor.

Nate chuckled, playing with his rings as he shook his head and turned to Luca.

"Atticus thought I'd never see you again, my man," Nate claimed, patting Atticus's arm.

Atticus didn't look at Nate's hand or face. He kept his expression emotionless and body still. He was acting like he was still on the job of the intimidating body guard.

Nate took his hand back with an enormous smile. "Rarely talks but still makes an impact."

Luca rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Nate?"

Nate Silver was one of the few good men in Hollywood. He never had an ill intention with anyone and helped people as much as he could.

He was born in the U.K but moved to Hollywood at eighteen as a small DJ. He grew bigger when he made a song featuring a popular star and continued making top charting songs with different artists over the years. He grew up in Hollywood like Luca and his friends did, but the only thing different about Nate was his manager.

Derek Frank was one of the biggest men in power next to Brandy, musician wise. Although he and brandy were similar in power, Derek and him were complete opposites. Managers were good at lying to people, but Derek was a different story.

He was a gentleman, and from what Nate and Derek's other artists said, he wasn't meant for Hollywood. He cared for his musicians wellbeing's and always made sure nothing bad happened to them. He had a conscious, and he had a love for them-both things considered weak in Hollywood.

Luca couldn't say for sure if he was a good man, though-no one can ever be sure if anyone in Hollywood had good intentions or a clean past.

Nate rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Must you always assume I want something?"

"You always do." Luca deadpanned.

Nate sighed, putting his glass down. "You come back without a simple hello?"

Luca knew Nate suspected something, probably something about his breakdown.

"Hello."

"No one likes a smartass." He frowned quickly. "Uh, forget I said that."

Nate lifted his empty glass to the bartender. "Another please." He placed the glass on the counter. "How've you been?"

"How do you think I've been?"

Luca knew he was acting cold and bitter, but that didn't stop him. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to talk about his breakdown and his trigger. He didn't want to talk.

"You look cleaned up," Nate leaned in closer to Luca with a bittersweet smile. "But I know what a broken man hiding in good clothes looks like."

"Fuck you." He muttered, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Hm most would, or should I said have," he claimed with a wink.

"Nate!" A joyous voice exclaimed over the loud music.

Nate turned his attention away from Luca and to the beautiful model that walked up to them.

"Hello darling." He greeted, bending down to kiss the woman's inflamed cheek.

"I'll see you later, right?"

"Most definitely will." He promised, saving goodbye to the woman who giggled and went back to her group of friends.

That's all Hollywood was-sex and crushed dreams.

If you made it big, you ended up traumatized with sex, drugs and alcohol was a remedy of forgetting. If you didn't get big, you ended up with crushed dreams and no money.

Nate turned back to Luca with a grin.

"Really?" Luca deadpanned.

Nate was the biggest bachelor claimed SMAC. He was young-younger than most DJ's in Hollywood. He had long jet black hair and bright blue eyes that woman claimed no matter what age won them over. He was tall and built, but not as big as Atticus or Luca. All in all, he was the perfect male icon to have for Hollywood-but he wasn't. And that was bittersweet.

"Would you like to join later?" Nate offered.

"No, thanks."

Nate sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked at the man behind Luca. "Atticus, my man, how about you?" After a few moments of silence Nate muttered smiling, "silence is a very sexy look on you handsome."

"How do you two know each other?" Luca asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the bar.

"He was my bodyguard a few months ago."

"Uh huh." Luca muttered, suspicious.

Atticus was serious about his job, so why fire him? Did Nate not like Atticus? No, no, that couldn't be it. He experimented with him, and if Nate hated him, he wouldn't be standing nor even be within ten feet of Nate.

Nate walked beside Atticus. "Mans damn good at his job!" He claimed, patting his shoulder.

"Why get rid of him then?"

"He's a little too good," he shrugged casually. "I was enjoying living my life with worry that it's at risk."

"You fired him because he protected your life?"

"Yes, I did." He admitted, his grin fleeing wider as he threw his arms out exaggeratedly. "But hey, he found his way to you. What a slick little worm."

The sudden frantic movement from the side of his eyes made Luca turn to the once enormous crowd. People were departing and making way for brandy and the two beautiful women beside him.

"Yeah..." Luca trailed off, uninterested.

His eyes caught Amina before she caught him. She had a smile on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes like it did before. Her eyes were frantically looking at every aspect of his face to be anything but a nervous tic.

"She's sexy," Nate chimed in, nudging Luca's shoulder with his.

Luca shrugged off Nates touch. "Shut up."

"You don't agree?" Nate shook his head with disappointment as he took a gulp of his tequila. "Well Luca, proves you have no taste in woman."

Luca looked at Nate blankly. "I hate you."

"Yes, yes, I know." He placed his drink down as he fixed his suit.

A duo of beautiful blondes walk past the two stars and body guard with divine smiles.

Nate chuckled, giving Luca a look as he slowly follows the woman.

"I'll see you, gentlemen. Call if bored."

As soon as Nate left the air around Luca thickened. Nate truly was the life of the party, and the man anyone can trust to be themselves around.

"Well, didn't you clean up nicely?" A fresh voice teased, her fingertips dragging across Luca's shoulder.

Luca turned around slowly with a smile. "I can look nice when I want to."

Amina looked gorgeously angelic.

They braided her hair into long cornrows and left curly at the tips. She wore a blue body con dress that hung tightly to her figure. They adorned her feet with black heels that made her multiple inches taller than her normal, higher and an inch taller than Luca.

It had been two weeks since their last encounter and Luca couldn't stop repeating the memory.

He wanted to slap himself in the face for asking her out without even realizing that both were famous people. It felt like at a time when he was with her or Bella that they all were just normal people and not celebrities who had to watch their back 24/7.

Amina turned her attention to Atticus with a warm smile. "Hi, I'm Amina."

Atticus didn't move his attention from the bodies in front of Luca.

"That's Atticus," Luca adds with a hard look, "my rude ass body guard."

Amina raised her eyebrows slowly. "Body guard?"

Luca rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes, I finally have one."

"Surprise, surprise!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "Why are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding." Luca lied.

Amina gestured to the enormous crowd of dancing bodies in front of them. "You're not out there socializing either."

"I hate everyone here." Luca admitted causally.

"Why?"

"Their all fake."

"Everyone's fake."

Luca shook his head in disagreement. "Not as bad as these people."

Amina peered at the cup in his hand with a curious gaze. "Whatcha got there?"

"Whiskey." He said as he lifted his cup, "would you like to try some?"

Amina smiled, taking the glass from his hand as her finger brush against his for a second longer than expected. Luca's heart raced as he dropped his hand to his side anxiously.

She affected him, he couldn't understand. He barely had two encounters with her and he already wanted to open up to her about everything and anything about him and his life.

Luca Jackson wasn't an open person, especially with people in Hollywood. After everything he'd gone through and still is going through, opening up about his feelings or life was something he was never comfortable with.

She downs the bit of whiskey left in the cup and placed it like a triangle on the bar. Her face didn't hold distaste, and she didn't gag. Amina's eyes were shut close and her throat bobbed slowly.

"Nervous are we?"

He could tell by the way her fingers shook and her breathing exhilarated that her anxiety was present.

"Am I that obvious?" She whispered.

"You never struck me as the nervous type."

Amina let out a shaky breath. "I'm not meant for this."

Luca chuckled bitterly. "No one's meant for this."

Amina looked at Luca with a frown. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine?"

He ignored her comment and changed the subject.

"Shouldn't you be socializing?"

He remembered when he was in her shoes a lifetime ago. How Brandy wanted him to talk to anyone and everyone at clubs.

"I don't enjoy talking to strangers."

Luca shook his head, chuckling. "Hollywood doesn't deserve you, Amina."

Hollywood didn't.

The sick and twisted place that crushed everyone and anyone that passed through it was just a blood sucking demon. She wasn't like everyone, though-Hollywood couldn't crush her if she was the one to change it.

Amina smiled, slowly turning away from Luca and to the large crowd with a knowing smile.

"I think I'm just what it needs."