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By : Downey
Category: Individual Celebrities > Robert Downey Jr.
Views: 2310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with or knowledge of Robert Downey Jr. I have received no payment for this story. This is a work of pure fiction. - Chapter List
Once she had him safely in the hotel room, Maggie laid him on the bed as gently as she could and pulled off his shoes—probably the most expensive shoes she’d ever seen in her life. His jacket was half off so she pulled it the rest of the way down and folded it over her arm. It was heavier than it should be—something was sticking out of an inside pocket.She fished her hand in and found a cell phone, a brown leather wallet that matched the shoes, and a plastic baggie with a couple of inches of white powder in it. She set the phone and the baggie down on the nightstand and opened the wallet.It was him, all right.Driver’s license, Screen Actors’ Guild Card, photos of Susan, Exton, and Indio, several credit cards, and $275 in cash.She replaced everything the way she’d found it and set the wallet down next to his phone.She looked at the baggie, then back at him.He was shifting slightly on the bed, as though trying to get comfortable, but his eyes were closed.
Maggie leaned over him.“Mr. Downey? Excuse me?” No answer. She looked back at the baggie, picked it up, and carried it into the bathroom.As the white powder swirled down the toilet, she wondered if she should have sampled it to make sure it was what she thought it was. But how the hell would I know? She went back to the bed.He wasn’t moving anymore.She took a hold of his shoulders and shook him gently.No response.She shook harder. Still nothing.She held her hand in front of his mouth.He’s breathing. Thank God. She still had no idea what to do.If she called 9-1-1 and he was just passed out, she’d have ruined his career, maybe even his marriage, for nothing.But if she couldn’t wake him up and she had no way of knowing what drugs, or how much, he’d ingested… She went back to the bathroom, filled a cup with cold water, stood beside the bed and splashed it over his face.He didn’t move. Maggie dug her own cell phone out of her purse and called Haley again.This time she picked up. “Where are you, Mags?You scared the shit out of me! I thought some guy kidnapped you!” “I’m sorry, Hale.Like I said in my message, I just had to leave… I can’t explain… Listen, if someone seems to be passed out, how do you wake them up?I tried splashing him with cold water but it didn’t work.” “So you did meet someone! I can’t believe you abandoned your best friend for some strange guy… who’s now passed out! Are you crazy??” “Please, Haley, just tell me what to do.” “Have you tried putting him in the shower?” “How am I gonna get him into the shower?” “I dunno, I’m no expert.They do it all the time in the movies.” “Okay, thanks, Hale, I’ll call you later.” “Maggie, wait! Are you okay?” But Maggie had ended the call.She had a new idea now.Slowly and carefully, in case he woke up and got really angry, she started to undress the man on the bed.First the socks—Harry Rosen.Next, the pants.She felt creepy undoing the button and lowering his zipper—creepy, but turned on.Yanking them down over his butt was virtually impossible since he was lying on his back, but she managed to do it.Then she lifted his arms onto the pillow behind his head and pulled his black t-shirt off.The whole time, he didn’t stir.Maggie stood back and surveyed the body on the mattress.He was definitely thin—much thinner than he’d been years ago—but leanly muscular, incredibly fit.His shaven chest was smooth and exciting, but the tattoos on his biceps reminded her of his absent family.They would be wondering where he was, why he hadn’t called. Wouldn’t they? Her eyes travelled down Robert’s taut abs, lingered momentarily on the bulge beneath his white Calvin Klein’s, and rested on his strong thighs.She thought of the camera function on her phone, then immediately felt ashamed.Okay, he’s naked… almost. Now what?- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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