Billion Dollar Man [Lips and Thorns/Marlow]
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 21:57:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imworld.aufeminin.com/dossiers/D20081031/James-Franco-114350_L.jpg)</div> Miami, Florida. It was called Vice City amongst many, and it was internationally renowned for being the playpen of the rich and the hot. Donnie Zimmermann, billionaire playboy, fit right in. He had a huge house out on the beach, and another high-rise suit downtown. He’d been playing with the lovely little bunnies in Miami for the past few weeks, waiting for the ‘big party’. <br><br>Normally these kinds of things would be held in Hollywood, but not this year. Donnie had built the Zimmermann Convocation Hall to host his newest public stunt; the Gala Royale. It was Donnie’s intentions to host the largest, most extravagant gathering of Hollywood’s heavy weights in one grandiose weekend, where new movies could be screened, and the press could get a taste of the lives of the rich and famous. <br><br>He had concluded the opening ceremonies only an hour ago, and he was currently in the main lounge, a massive, domed room with tables, dance floors, and bars scattered throughout the room, and a raised terrace for the elite of the elite of the elite; in this case, Donnie Zimmermann. <br><br>The room was bathed in the multi-coloured lights emanating from the dance-floors, and the music boomed with a dull hum from his exclusive spot. He sat in a large bucket-like booth that ran along the back wall, a large table with drinks and food scattered haphazardly on it. <br><br>He had two women with him, a tall, Amazonian brunette with nice, firm tits and an athletic body and a tiny little blonde, way too buxom for her stature, almost comically so. He vaguely recalled they told him they were struggling actresses. He didn’t care, really. They had both proved ample enough sluts for his purposes; which was having some hot, tight holes to fuck whenever he got horny while he was in Miami.<br><br>They didn’t mind. He had kept his promise. He brought them both to the Gala Royale, and I’m sure they didn’t mind the gifts he had furnished them with for the past week. They seemed very grateful, in fact, doing whatever he asked of them. He still had fond memories of having the little blonde fucked up the ass by her taller friend with a strap-on. It was her first lesbian experience, and what an experience it was.<br><br>The three were the only ones on the terrace, which was glassed off from the rest of the room with two-way mirrors, only adding to the allure of the ‘box seats’. There was only a single entrance, and that was guarded by two very large, very violent body-guards.<br><br>Above the thumping drone of the music, suckling, slurping noises reached Donnie’s ears as the little blonde knelt on her knees, snug between Donnie’s spread legs as she eagerly throated his cock, managing to swallow it almost to the root, before running out of air and reeling back, gasping, spit hanging from her chin, before diving back down on his meat.<br><br>“You know, she’s really good at this,” Donnie managed, looking to the Amazon... Kelly, was her name. <br><br>Kelly smiled back at her. “I taught her back in highschool. She wanted to impress her boyfriend,” Kelly explained, running a hand lazily along his chest. He had opened up his shirt to allow Kelly to play. <br><br>“I take it he was,” Donnie said, a groan from deep in his chest rippling out as... Victoria, the little blonde, suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed him to the root, only for a moment, before coughing, pulling off of his cock.<br><br>“Yes, he was. He came too quickly, though,” she said, smiling up at him as she slowly jacked his cock, slick with her spit and his pre-cum.<br><br>“Well, I’m much more experienced than he was, clearly,” Donnie said, running a hand along Victoria’s cheek, guiding her back on to his cock.<br><br>Just then, the dull hum of the music increased, the beats coursing through their bodies. Turning to the only door, Donnie watched as a slim, beautiful asian woman, black hair falling just to her shoulders, smart glasses perched on her tiny little nose, walked in to the room. Her name was Keiko, and she was Donnie’s secretary. <br><br>Pausing, only for a moment, to look at Victoria eagerly sucking on Donnie’s cock, she went over to her boss and leaned in to whisper in his ear. <br><br>“She has arrived, sir,” she whispered in accented English, before nipping at his earlobe. “Shall I help miss Victoria along?”<br><br>Donnie grinned at Keiko. He had hired her for more than just her world-class resume. Big tits and bubbly butts were all fine and good, but a man needed a little variety in his life. <br><br>“No thank you, Keiko. Victoria is doing fine by herself-” he said, cutting the last word short as his hips tensed, his balls tightening as they dumped his load in to Victoria’s throat in a violent orgasm that had caught him off guard. Looking down at the blonde, guzzling down his cum, he saw her hands cupping his balls, massaging them as she grinned up at him around his cock. <br><br>“See,” he said to Keiko. “Alright. Victoria, Kelly, time to go out and rub shoulders with Hollywood.” <br><br>Kelly was off and out the door in an instant, but Victoria stayed behind, downing a potent cocktail to mask the scent of cum on her breath and to straighten her tiny dress, before dashing off after her friend.<br><br>Grabbing a napkin, he cleaned himself up before tucking himself back in to his pants. Buttoning up his shirt, he threw on his jacket, a ridiculously priced, obscure European make, he grinned at Keiko.<br><br>“Shall we, Keiko?” he asked, a lascivious grin on his face. Keiko, grinning much the same in her tiny black dress, looped an arm around his, following him out in to the quickly filling lounge.<br><br>The number one starlet in Hollywood was as hot as she was talented. Donnie had been planning her conquest for a while now, and the plan was underway, as of this minute. He had ensured she’d come to the party, and now he had to win her to his side. Not the easiest thing to do when you were Donnie Zimmermann, renowned playboy, and your mark was someone like her, viciously careful of to keep her private life private and legendary businesswoman when it came to these sort of things. <br><br>But, he heard she had gotten a new manager. Her old one was a Draconian old hag; and many suspected it was because of her she was so conservative when in the spotlight. Hopefully those rumours were true. It’d make Donnie’s mission much easier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Billion Dollar Man [Lips and Thorns/Marlow]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 18:41:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/kellybrook_ritahayworthskymag2.jpg)</div>Natasha Petrova was America's Sweetheart.&nbsp; That's what the magazine writers liked to say.&nbsp; It was the consolation prize, she supposed, after they failed to dig up something juicy on her.&nbsp; It was a meal ticket, as well as a trap she had mused to herself quite often of late.&nbsp; It got her $20 million paychecks to make another hit romance.&nbsp; And it meant never making anything more interesting.&nbsp; It meant never doing anything interesting that might get photographed or talked about in the magazines.&nbsp; &nbsp; "They'd love to turn American's Sweetheart into tomorrow's tabloid trash," Lenny always told her.&nbsp; "Makes them some gossip money in the short run, and then they replace you with a new sweetie."<br><br>She'd listened to Lenny for over 15 years.&nbsp; But Lenny was conspicuously absent on this beautiful Miami night as Natasha swept into the Gala Royale.&nbsp; She was trailed by her two guys.&nbsp; Bodyguards she supposed, though she hated to use the word.&nbsp; They'd be little needed in here, past all the security and such, but on the way in and out they were the only thing between her and some fan who didn't understand boundaries.&nbsp; As she made her way through the gauntlet of flashing cameras and people shouting her name they kept a distance behind, but not out of sight.<br><br>The talk in the business was that Natasha had fired Lenny, the guy who had shepherded her career from a child singing star into Hollywood and beyond.&nbsp; He'd been her family all that time, more than her real family.&nbsp; And that's why it took so many years to finally let him go.&nbsp; But she was 32 and she didn't need a father figure anymore.&nbsp; Lenny was getting older and more intrusive.&nbsp; It was time Nat chose her own management, and this time they were going to cater to what she wanted.<br><br>But no manager in the world would have not had Natasha Petrova at the Gala.&nbsp; It was THE event right now.&nbsp; The fact that it was put together by Zimmerman, of all people, was outweighed by the fact that any heavyweight in the industry was there.&nbsp; As debauched as that Donnie might be, his people had put together a giant classy affair that wouldn't have looked out of place in old Hollywood.&nbsp; Natasha actually loved the chance to doll it up in a classic style.&nbsp; This was the perk of being a star.&nbsp; And, her management kept reminding her, a chance to get a few more pictures in the magazines keeping people in mind of her new dual release of Out of Nowhere, the musical and music album she starred in.&nbsp; If Natasha could get publicity by going to a party rather then a press junket, she was so happy to.<br><br>Natasha barely entered the gala proper before she was being struck by well wisher after well wisher, one person after another just having to have a little talk with the star.&nbsp; Cameras continued to flash as party photographers made sure to get anyone and everyone who got to stand a moment with Natasha.&nbsp; It was just her and the other celebs - she had left her press secretary behind.&nbsp; These were her peers, colleagues and friends.&nbsp; No more need to stand behind her management.&nbsp; Natasha was on her own.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 05:04:31</strong>
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				Donnie stood off to the side in the golden-hewed gala, classic elegance and night-club energy infused in an intoxicating way. Keiko, clinging to his arm, watched with passive interest at the various stars mingling with each other.&nbsp; Donnie knew she was looking for some of her former clients she could chum with when Donnie swooped in to take Natasha’s time.<br><br>Spotting one man she seemed to have fond memories with, she touched Donnie’s palm. Looking to Donnie, she nodded to the man. Nodding his head in approval, Keiko grinned and dashed off to catch up with an old friend.<br><br>Which left Donnie alone, watching Natasha as the room slowly peeled away from her to return to their revelry, leaving her, for the most part, open. Straightening his suit and checking his breath, he sauntered over to the stunning woman, a slight smile on his face as he made his presence known with a small clearing of his throat. <br><br>“Miss Petrova, I was hoping you would make it,” Donnie said through his smile, nodding to her, an almost bow. “May I take a few moments of your time?”<br><br>Looking to the small knot of people around her, giving them a stern look, they quickly left the two alone. Offering her his arm, he knew she’d take it. Donnie was the host and beneficiary of this entire enterprise, and to turn him down was something no one would be smart to do.<br><br>“So, are you here to show off your new movie? <em>Out of Nowhere</em>, was it? I here it’s not getting the greatest reviews, but your singing is tremendous. Or, well, that’s what Salsbourg said over dinner last week. He is the director, isn’t he?” Donnie asked as they made their way through the Gala hall, idly chatting as they made up appearances. <br><br>“Don’t worry, the press is getting kicked out in a half an hour,” Donnie said under his breath, cocking his head so his whisper could be heard over the din of music and hundreds of voices talking. 
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 02:38:46</strong>
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				Natasha looked up from the fairly pleasant conversation she was having to see Donnie Zimmerman bearing down on her.&nbsp; Her guests noticed it as well, their chatter dying off as everyone watched the playboy swoop in and ask for a moment of Natasha's time.&nbsp; Of course, Natasha thought to herself, he can't stand not being the center of attention.&nbsp; She smiled and said goodbyes to those ushered off, not even looking at Donnie for a long moment.&nbsp; She could feel him standing there, desperate.<br><br>Finally she turned and groaning inwardly took his arm.&nbsp; This guy was something.&nbsp; She supposed in someone without his reputation it might be charming.&nbsp; But everyone was well aware of his likely intent when he offered his arm.&nbsp; And everyone, including him, should know that it wasn't going to happen with her.&nbsp; Still, he had calculated correctly.&nbsp; She certainly wasn't going to be rude enough to not go with him.<br><br>He certainly had no problem being rude though.&nbsp; She flushed slightly at his 'review' of her film.&nbsp; Name dropping her director, as if she was supposed to be impressed.&nbsp; God knows he never did any work to be panned or praised.&nbsp; "Everybody's got something to say these days," she replied coolly, her smile not quite skin deep.&nbsp; "I only worry about the reviews that matter."&nbsp; She'd made enough movies that she couldn't afford to worry about the critics.&nbsp; Their praise ebbed and flowed with the cycles of the stars or something, it never made much sense in the end.&nbsp; <br><br>Natasha could feel his breath on her air as he leaned in close to be heard.&nbsp; The corner of her mouth opposite him lifted a bit in a secret smile.&nbsp; She wondered if he thought he was suave?&nbsp; She supposed his moves worked on enough people perhaps.&nbsp; "Well, it will nice for it to be a bit quieter.&nbsp; I see you made sure to come see me before they left though.&nbsp; They won't be able to get enough of this little portrait, will they?" she asked.&nbsp; She supposed nothing wasn't orchestrated with this guy, nothing.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 03:25:33</strong>
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				“Well, of course they do. Most just like to blow hot air, hoping they get some recognition. They leech off of people like you in hopes of some slight praise,” Donnie returned, laughing inwardly as he saw her bristle. She was trapped, at least for the moment.<br><br>“So you’re saying Salsbourg doesn’t matter to you? That’s not very nice. He’s got nothing but praise for you,” he continued, bringing them to a table near the center of the room. Leading her in to a comfortable chair, he sat down beside her. <br><br>Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could see at least five reporters ghosting their every step, jotting down notes and snapping pictures. “I imagine they’re eating it up. In fact, I can bet by the end of the week, they’ll be saying we’re an item. I’ve had rumour spur on far less than this.”<br><br>Waving over a waiter, he ordered a simple drink of some strange Vodka concoction and then looked to Natasha. “The grub’s free for all guests.”<br><br>She was stronger than he thought. Clearly his reputation truly did precede him. Looking her over, he noted that she wore a number that couldn’t described any other way than tasteful. Looking to some of the other, more daring starlets who had showed up at his little event, he had to wonder if she was really worth the effort. <br><br>“You’re notoriously vigilant about keeping away from these kind of events, so why come to this one, of all them? Surely America’s Sweetheart wouldn’t be caught dead with someone like Donnie Zimmermann, the poster-boy for spurned women and paranoid mothers, unless she had something big riding on this appearance.”
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 18:48:34</strong>
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				"I didn't say Salsbourg doesn't matter," Natasha countered with a frown.&nbsp; She eyed the table he was taking her to.&nbsp; Of course it was in the middle of the room, the better for everyone to see them together.&nbsp; It occurred to Natasha that her old manager, Lenny, would never have let this happen.&nbsp; He would have run some kind of interference.&nbsp; That almost made Natasha want to do this, just to spite him.<br><br>"I just don't care about the reviews.&nbsp; I know when I've done a good piece of work."&nbsp; With that said she washed her hands of it.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to discuss movie reviews with this fellow.&nbsp; "But I'm not here to talk shop."&nbsp; Tagging the waiter herself, she ordered a White Russian.&nbsp; A bit of a buzz might make this Donnie more tolerable.<br><br>"It certainly wasn't my intention to come here and share a table with you, Mr. Zimmerman," she said coldly.&nbsp; At least he was willing to admit what kind of reputation he had.&nbsp; That was a point in his favor.&nbsp; "It just so happens you're the one hosting the big social of the season.&nbsp; I have faith that, present company excluded, this crowd isn't going to turn to debauchery.&nbsp; Your behavior isn't that contagious, I'm sure."&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes watching him.&nbsp; He wanted to sit and chat with her, fine.&nbsp; Let's see if he can handle someone who knows how to string two words together.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 00:29:04</strong>
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				Donnie noted Natasha’s choice of drink with an internal chuckle. It was befitting of her heritage. When the waiter returned with their drinks, he nodded, giving him a tip for the both of them, before waving him off. <br><br>“You wound me,” Donnie said, looking frankly at Natasha, unperturbed by her frigidness. He saw it as a challenge. “I’m sure you’ve heard the Hollywood adage ‘any publicity is good publicity’, Miss Petrova. Let me assure you it is as true a fact as any. As long as you don’t jump in to my lap any time soon, the papers won’t have enough to go on, and it’ll be a nice little boost for your new movie. I’ve seen it happen enough times.<br><br>“To be honest with you though, I’m shocked you buy in to all the tabloids. I’m not a depraved, sinful being from the pits of hell, despite what people’d like to think. I’m a young, wealthy single man who likes to live life to the fullest. Does that attract women? Yes, but I don’t focus all my energies hunting down young, stupid sluts to use and toss away,” Donnie stated, matter-of-factly, his arms crossed over his chest. <br><br>“I came in to my money through inheritance. It was a rags to riches tale, and people love those kinds of stories. I’m like Paris Hilton on steroids to them. I can’t do a thing without being hounded by paparazzi, so I don’t fight it. If I tried, I’d go insane. I let them think what they want, and ignore them. I suppose it’s like you and reviews,” he added with a grin, before taking a sip from his drink.<br><br>“But, I doubt you really want to talk about the legion of rumours that surround me, so let’s talk about some of yours. When’d you drop Lenny?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 03:26:58</strong>
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				Natasha didn't really buy Donnie's whole routine.&nbsp; Of course the tabloids exaggerated things, but it wasn't like she exactly followed them anyway.&nbsp; There was plenty in the mainstream news, and she knew enough people in teh business to have a sense of what the truth was.<br><br>But she found him disarming anyway.&nbsp; There was a gruff charm in the way he defended himself.&nbsp; Not as smooth and oily as she had expected him to be.&nbsp; And Natasha had to admit, to herself, a certain allure to his acceptance of the paparazzi.&nbsp; What would it feel like to simply forget them and be who she wanted to be?<br><br>"Well I suppose we could find a similarity there," she conceded, between him and her thoughts towards reviews.&nbsp; She had never thought of treating the gossip rags like the critics.&nbsp; Maybe that could work just as well as her career had.&nbsp; "Here's to the slightest of common ground," she offered, holding her drink up for a toast.&nbsp; In her head, that voice of Lenny was telling her that the press were going to love this picture of them clinking glasses, and make a mess of it.&nbsp; But Nat decided to practice not caring.<br><br>"You couldn't be more right, about what I want to talk about.&nbsp; But I don't really want to talk about that either, Mr. Zimmerman.&nbsp; Changing a manager after that long is difficult.&nbsp; It's only been about a month.&nbsp; Still getting my sea legs."&nbsp; Natasha turned and looked out over the crowd, casting her face in profile for him.&nbsp; She was leaning now, more comfortably, over the small table and if she had been thinking about it, realizing she was providing a more provocative view of her cleavage in the black dress.&nbsp; "What about you?&nbsp; Other than hosting this, what happens in the life of a billionaire with nothing to do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:53:12</strong>
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				“Yes, cheers,” Donnie said, clinking glasses with Natasha, before finishing his drink. He was doing better than he’d expected. He could practically see her warming to him, the way her posture relaxed. She wasn’t prepared to launch from her chair and bolt away from him anymore.<br><br>“I can appreciate that. I don’t know how dropping a manager like Lenny must feel, but it can’t be any better than seeing friends turn their backs on you the minute your bank account goes from forty thousand to forty billion,” Donnie commented, waving the bartender over for another drink, before looking back to Natasha, seeing her profile cast in the diffused light of the ballroom. <br><br>He noted her defenceless posture with a passive interest, not daring to take more than a glance at her womanly charms. <br><br>“I’ve been talking to the board about getting more involved in the company. I’m no businessman, but I’d like at least a guiding hand in how my company operates. We’re slated to buy up a few entertainment companies, on my request, actually,” Donnie stated, taking the drink the waiter came to him with and sipping from it.<br><br>“The Gala Royale has taken up most of my free-time for the past month or so, but I’ve been thinking of going to China and touring Asia for a while. I’ve been to Hong Kong and Tokyo a few times, but I’ve not found the time to really travel. <br><br>“To be honest, though, once it’s at my finger-tips it becomes common place. Going out to Paris for two weeks isn’t something fanciful anymore. I’m much more inclined to spend my time finding challenges for myself, as opposed to idling my life away in exotic locales.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 19:23:51</strong>
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				The world might cast Natasha into the same group as Donnie, a spoiled rich American.&nbsp; But Natasha felt she had worked her way up to earn what she had, and she still managed it much more frugally than she needed to be.&nbsp; She felt, listening to Donnie, that she was as different from this playboy as an average American was to her.&nbsp; "I suppose it must be hard finding something to interest you, when you could do anything," she told him.&nbsp; And truly she could sympathize a bit.&nbsp; "Not a bad problem to have though.&nbsp; Perhaps you'd find more motivation in finding a way to give and make a difference with your money," Natasha said.&nbsp; It was well known she was very involved in her own foundation, and though there was no telling how much of that was for publicity, the tone of her voice suggested it truly mattered to her.<br><br>"Asia is interesting.&nbsp; It really pays to get outside of Hong Kong and Tokyo.&nbsp; There's so much more there, and I've barely touched on it," she went on, moving on to simpler ground, small talk.&nbsp; She didn't think talking Donnie Zimmerman into becoming a philanthropist was going to pay off.&nbsp; "Unfortunately I've got the money, but not the time.&nbsp; You may not want to get too involved in your company, you may end up like me.&nbsp; I haven't had a vacation in years," Natasha laughed, finishing off her White Russian and feeling more relaxed, she had to admit, around him than she had expected.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 19:08:00</strong>
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				“My company and my father already donated a lot of money to charities, and I’ve continued with that, but I don’t make it a big deal. Before all this, I always hated when charity turned in to publicity, so I quietly donate money each month to various charities,” Donnie answered Natasha, knowing she was a well known philanthropist. <br><br>“Well, then make time. You’re the big star, make them wait a month while you go have some fun,” Donnie said, drinking from his drink. <br><br>Just then, his phone rang. “Excuse me for a moment,” Donnie said, getting up and walking a few feet away to answer his phone.<br><br>Coming back, he offered her his hand, a grin on his face. “In fact... I’m making you take the next two months off. That was the CEO of my company; we now own the Manager’s Guild of Hollywood, which, I believe, owns most of the big management companies, including your new one.<br><br>“Now, would you care to dance?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 18:04:03</strong>
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				Natasha didn't say anything in reply to his charity work.&nbsp; She had to admit, to herself, that she didn't know that.&nbsp; Which made her seem like kind of a prick.&nbsp; She wasn't yet at the point that she was going to apologize for anything to Donnie Zimmerman, though.&nbsp; Yet he had disarmed her a bit.&nbsp; Perhaps she shouldn't be so judgmental.&nbsp; Maybe Lenny and all his rules about publicity had just kept Nat from getting to know people.&nbsp; Here she was treating Donnie like he was whoever she saw in the tabloids.&nbsp; She not only had let the press run her life, but tell her who everybody else was too.&nbsp; Time to start thinking for herself, Natasha decided.<br><br>She laughed off his comment after taking his phone call.&nbsp; "I don't think that's going to happen.&nbsp; But I will take the dance," was all she said.&nbsp; She was a bit weirded out though by him buying her management group.&nbsp; "You didn't buy that just to tell me what to do, did you?" she teased as she stood and took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.&nbsp; She teased yet she kind of wondered if he had.&nbsp; That's what the billionaires in the movies always did.
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