Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Thirty-Seven
So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)
Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.
Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**
Aria stood in the large space, which would become her second restaurant, the insides gutted and under construction. She was working with her contractor and designer to plan out the final placement of the dining and kitchen areas. Her mind was envisioning how she wanted everything, down to the seating area for those waiting for tables. Aria was consumed by planning every minute detail in order to avoid thinking about Jeffrey and the media. The length of time apart had made the heart grow fonder and the mind go crazier.
She’d come to realize she needed Jeffrey in her life more than she’d originally thought. He’d become a cornerstone to her mental stability and without him, she’d been spinning out.
The medias efforts to drive her loony and film it, had not helped in the slightest. Ever since the pictures of Liam holding her, the paparazzi had been relentlessly following their every move. Every dirtbag with a camera was aching for a shot of Aria and Liam doing something inappropriate. It would be a huge payday for them and they were not taking any chances on missing it.
Thankfully, Jeffrey was coming home the next morning and she couldn’t wait to finally see him in person. The lack of physical contact with him was not only sexually frustrating but emotionally draining. She wanted a Jeffrey Dean Motherfucking Morgan hug, the best kind of hugs on earth. He’d wrap her up from top to bottom, rock her back and forth, making everything all fucking better.