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Damian
EXTRAtainmentInvestigates!
Is Damian Marshall Gay?
While the whereabouts of actor Damian Marshall remain a mystery, more information is coming to light about his altercation with director Anderson Lind. A source close to Lind, who has asked not to be named, says the two were in a relationship during the filming ofShadow League: Through Darkness.Although Marshall has never publicly confirmed his sexuality, Lind was previously in a relationship with model Aleksander Dyatlov.
Could the scene in Cannes have been a lover’s quarrel?
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I’m horny.Like so much. I wake up in the morning and my dick has pitched its own tent in the buttery soft sheets, and there’s even a damp spot at the peak that I’m not proud of, but I can’t really blame my anatomy for getting carried away.
I nearly got called out yesterday. Marci pointed at me, and she was about to tell Jack that if he needed the word “shadow” all he had to do was remind us all I was inShadow League. I couldn’t let that happen. Not in front of everyone. Even Vin knew that would be bad for everyone. Then we were alone, Jack and me, and my adrenaline was still up. He was so close, and I tried to give him space, but he wouldn’t take it.
The press of Jack’s lips on mine stayed with me a long time after we went our separate ways yesterday. The brush of his beard. His hair was coarse and wiry, and I want him to drag it all over every inch of my body.
So yeah. Horny and hard as a rock, and I’m not really sorry.
Okay, maybe a little sorry when the telltale whir of a key card in a lock is my only warning before the door to my suite swings open and Vin walks in.
“Hey!” I roll over to hide the evidence. “What the hell?”
“Get up. Roberta’s calling in five minutes.”
“Tell her I’m sleeping.” I bury my head back under a pillow for emphasis and grind my dick down onto the mattress until it hurts, hoping it gets the message that now is not the time.
“Yeah, you need to be here for this.”
“Vin!” I groan, but it turns to a shriek when he yanks the comforter from the bed and cold air hits my naked skin.
“Well, good morning to you too, sailor,” he says with a smirk.
“What happened to boundaries?” I grumble as I get to my feet. The chill in the room does nothing to kill my erection, but you know what? Fuck it. Nothing Vin hasn’t seen before, because despite my complaint, we really do have no boundaries. I march off to the bathroom while Vin makes a mess clearing stuff off the coffee table.
At least the cold shower does the trick, but once my libido calms down, my brain starts working. California is an hour ahead of us, but even still the workday has barely begun there. I’m pretty sure Roberta’s been getting by for decades on three hours of sleep and the premium vodka she imports from Kazakhstan, but she doesn’t usually do calls with clients until the afternoon. If she’s up this early, Houston, we have a problem.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I come out of the bathroom.
“Damian, is that you?” Roberta’s voice crackles over the speakers of Vin’s laptop. She is the pinnacle of Palm Springs chic in a magenta tracksuit and a satin scarf tied around her head. I’m sure the tracksuit cost thousands, but I’ve never seen her look so casual.
“Yeah, I’m here.” I slide onto the sofa next to Vin.
“Okay, good.” Her gaze slides away from the screen, and she speaks to someone I can’t see. “No, I’m on a call. Yes, with Damian. No, I told you. I need to talk to Cedric Oberman. I don’t care if he’s in Germany. It’s after noon there. He has no excuse.”
I go cold. Cedric was the executive producer behind the last threeShadow Leaguemovies. If Roberta’s trying to connect with him, things can’t be good.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Damian”—Roberta turns back to me, voice rasping—“I want you to know, whatever you read or hear in the next few days, it’s not a done deal.”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “Is that the good news?”
“I’m speaking with Cedric as soon as Ivy can get hold of him. They can’t drop you because—”
“Excuse me, what?” I glance at Vin, and he gives me an apologetic shrug that says he knew this was coming.
