Twenty Days To Love A Star

Today seemed like a good day, Dominic thought as he increased the volume of his headset, letting go as he jogged through the park. He waved at some ladies who recognized him and gave him flirty smiles. Frankly he knew how hot he was and didn't blame them, in fact he was going to be offended if they didn't fawn over his good looks. He flashed his white: courtesy of the doctor at hope hospital, teeth and could have sworn a girl fainted at the sight of his properly arranged and filed teeth. That had been his first other of business the moment he made it big in Hollywood. He had gone to a dentist, got rid of his idiotic looking braces, whitened his naturally milk coloured teeth and filed the hell out of them. The poor teeth had no idea what hit him, then he had put a very tiny diamond on his left incisor so that when he was in the open and he smiled, it would give off this natural glint you see on toothpaste commercials. At six feet seven he was well above average. He had luscious golden locks that fell to his sea blue eyes when he ran, he let it free just for that purpose, to run in slow motion and slowly but expertly tuck in any strand of hair that found his way to his eyes. The perfect is s*x appeal. He kept on running and could feel eyes on his body, checking out his long and very sexy legs, watching as he flexed them with each step he took, his biceps bunched and loosed with each step, he was enjoying the attention and soaking it all up when he went sprawling to the floor. Scratch that, when he ran into a wall.