Spicy

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"Raul Hampton, over here!"

"Raul!"

"Raul Hampton, this way!"

"Smile for the camera!"

"What are you wearing?!"

"Give us that sexy smirk, Raul!"

"Raul, over here!"

Flashes and flashes from the numerous cameras on the red carpet of the Oscar Awards almost blinded the dark haired man as he posed in front of them in his designer, maroon colored suit. His face was placed into a blank stare, while his eyes darted around the expanse of the red carpet area filled with celebrities, guards, paparazzis and guests for the award.

He moved his head to the side when he heard his name being called by a familiar voice. It was his leading lady in the movie he was nominated in. She stood elegant in her tight red dress, her blonde hair was straightened and swept past her slightly boney shoulders.

“You're looking good,” she said in her small voice when she stood closer to him.

“Thank you, Amelia. You look good too,” Raul complimented and wrapped his strong arm around her slim waist and posed for the cameras.

“You two look great!”

“Smile for us!”

“Awesome. What a smile!”

“We ship you guys!”

Raul snorted softly at the fan that said something about shipping. He was one who didn't care about relationships, it distracted him. All he cared about was having a quickie with the closest and easiest girl, then he minds his business. A smile crept on his face when he realized why the girls he left the following morning insulted him.

“Come on. We need to get inside,” Amelia's voice reached his ears, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Raul glanced down at her, since she was at his shoulder, despite the heels she wore. His eyes raked her make-up filled face, her rosey lips and the way her mascara suited her vibrant green eyes. His mind went back to the days they'd make out behind the scenes, the quickies and kisses they shared.

At some point, the blonde actress had pleaded that they develop a relationship than the friends with benefits thing they had. As usual, he declined, which hurt the woman but it did not last long, as they ended their conversation with hot s*x.

“Are you paying attention at all?” Amelia asked, eyeing him in concern.

Raul smiled. “I'm good. Let's go.”

His bodyguard and personal assistant, who he noticed was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curvy body, led them towards the entrance where he saw other celebrities use. As they got closer to the wide door, he bumped into his personal assistant, and muttered an apology while brushing his hand against her behind. She caught his low gaze on him and rolled her eyes then smiled.

Raul smirked and made his way into the dim passage way, filled with chatters from people and the melodious voice of who he recognized to be Mariah Carey.

“Wait.”

Raul paused and turned around to face Amelia. He stood firm until she pushed herself and leaned on his chest before placing her lips on his ear.

“If we win the awards tonight. Let's celebrate at my place, hm?” She whispered and pressed her chest against his.

Raul looked around the area, there were no paparazzis or fans to take a picture of their compromising position. Although, it was not the first time fans and paparazzis had caught them in such position, which raised gossips that they were dating.

“Uh. Sure. See you later, Amelia,” he whispered back and walked away at the signal of his manager.

Raul ran his fingers through his hair as he was directed through the space between the numerous seats where celebrities and guests sat, overlooking the large stage. He waved at a few people he recognized until he got to his reserved seat between Tom Cruise and a woman. He shook hands with the A-list celebrity before taking a sit and facing the stage.

“Well, let the show begin,” he whispered and smiled at the dancers on stage, his eyes taking in the soft looking behind of one Brazilian looking dancer. He licked his lips and chuckled when she twerked to the beat of the song being performed on stage.

The vibration of his phone in his pocket shook him a little before he pulled it out and unlocked the device. He rolled his eyes when he saw it was a text from Amelia.

Amelia Jones:

You should focus on

other important things

than that dancer. Geez!

Raul furrowed his eyebrows at her text then looked around him for the actress. He made a double take when he saw her sitting two seats to his left. She waved and he shook his head before pocketing his phone.

[•][•]

The sound of heavy banging on the wooden door of the small room made the snoring woman jerk awake, followed by almost choking on her saliva. With blurred vision, she looked around her sunny room before dropping her head back on the bed, her voluminous hair covering her face and shielding her eyes from the hot sun peeking into the room and boucing off the floor.

“Samonika! You better get up! Papa is.angry!” Yelled a feminine voice outside the room.

The said woman hesitantly pushed herself off the bed, and swept her hair off her face and shoulders. She yawned and scratched her neck when it itched.

“Ugh, I'm sweating,” Samonika said after pulling her hand away from her neck. She looked up at the unmoving ceiling fan and rolled her eyes. “I can't believe that they haven't paid the electricity bills. God, this house annoys me.”

The banging on the door made her jerk.

“I'm awake! What is it, Gunjun?! Can I not rest for just an extra hour more in this house?!” Samonika yelled at her younger sister. “Tell Papa and ma that I'm awake.”

“Haha! You're funny! Get your butt out of that room! Ma wants you to go to the market!” Gunjun hollered outside of her room.

Samonika frowned. “Why didn't she send Bambam? It always has to be be.” She gets up from her single bed, and walks across the room where her towel and hygiene bag was hanging from a hanger on the wall.

The brown haired woman walked over to the door, unlocked it and yanked it open, causing Gunjun to almost fall face flat.

“Where's Bambam?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at her bob haired sister who shrugged and brushed her white shirt with her hands. “Bambam is the middle child, and she's supposed to do most of the market duties. I'm the one who cooks, you clean the house with our cousins. How come I get to do that today? And today's Saturday!”

Samonika brushed past her sister and walked through the hallway. She ignored her cousins talking and laughing in their rooms as she walked on by. As she neared the door leading to the living room, she bumped into her mother who was visibly fuming.

“Your mates are awake and a woman like you is still sleeping? Do you know that the neighbors gossip about you? All you do is sleep, sleep and do nothing else. I am so ashamed and I'm wondering why the almighty gave me such a daughter,” she spat out in disappointment while Samonika stood idily.

“Ma. Good morning.”

With that, she walked into the living room where she saw her other sister watching a red carpet event. She paused in her strides before walking up to her sister.

“Why didn't you go to the market today?” She demanded, glaring at her curly haired sister who was laying back flat on the long couch facing the flat screen television that hung on the wall.

Bambam sighed. “I had a fever early this morning. I vomited a lot, so ma told me to rest. And besides, today's the Oscars. My top favorite celebrity, Amelia Jones just left the red carpet. Oh, my God. Her red Chanel dress was so classic. She looked like a goddess, especially in the arms of Raul Hampton. Although I don't like him… but whatever and…”

Samonika rolled her eyes and ignored the rest of her talk about celebrity news and gossip. She hated anything concerning that topic. Her focus in life was to finally go to medical school, work in a prestigious hospital and make a name for herself.

Unfortunately, expenses were high. Her parents had forced her to study home economics at a polytechnic, which made her feel less of who she wanted to become. After her graduation, she was forced to settle back at home when she barely got a job. Now, each day, she gets reminded of how useless she was to the household.

Samonika blinked out of her thoughts when she realized that she had gotten into the general bathroom. She exhaled and wrapped her long hair into a shower cap and began to peel off her clothes with a scowl on her face.

“I just wish something takes me away from this house.” She turned the faucet of the shower head and jumped back at the cold water that hit her back. “Anything at all, God.”