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Chapter 2

Flashback:

The next morning, Mikan woke up and gasped, realizing the position she was in. This woke up Natsume, and he smirked, knowing what she was surprised about.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, Natsume's left arm was around Mikan's waist, and his left arm was groping Mikan's breasts.

"HYUUGA GET OFF!"

Natsume's POV:

Hearing my favorite brunette gasp, I crack open my eyes knowing why she was so shocked. I smirked, and gave Mikan's breast another tight and quick squeeze before letting go and rolling my body on the bed so that my chest was facing up.

I sighed in content as I felt well rested, warm, and energized. Turning my bed to face Mikan, I chuckled at how she was blushing. Awww.

"What the hell is your problem Natsume..." Mikan growled.

"Nothing" I simply replied and gave her a flash of my smile. I then gave her a quick tight hug, a soft kiss to the forehead and cheek, then got up from the bed to shower.

On my way to the bathroom, I could hear Mikan sigh, get out of bed as well, and head for my morning shower.

If you were wondering, Mikan and I are not in a relationship. Though we do occasionally kiss and we flirt constantly, we knew that being in a relationship is not the right thing to be doing now. With our careers peaking and gaining more fame by the day, we have much work to do and having a relationship could possibly jeopardize that.

Mikan POV:

The nerve of that man is unbelievable. I knew I shouldn't have had a hormonal teen sleep with me. But I'd probably find him next to me in the morning even if I kicked him out of my room. So in the end, he gets what he wants, as usual.

As much as I have an undying love for Natsume, we're both aware that a relationship isn't the best idea with our daily hectic schedules and the media after our every move.

However, that doesn't stop Natsume from toying with other girls, especially the slutty and annoying girls he picks up from a bar occasionally. It really does tear my heart apart whenever I see Natsume with another girl, but I figured if I lose control, he would too, and so the solution for this problem would be to just ignore it. Thanking my skills as an actress, I get used to having to block this emotion of jealousy and act like I'm the happy cheerful girl that most people know me for.

After getting felt by Natsume, I sigh and grab my clothes to head for my morning shower as well. It was going to be a long day, and I wanted to stay as happy as I could for the day.

After showering, I walk out in a black one shoulder body con that reaches my mid-thigh, showing off my "Perfect S line" as people would say. I see Natsume shirtless in my room and showing off his 8-pack washboard abs. Oh how I love the feel of them when I run my hands over them. We both looked at each other, and without even thinking, we both say, "Like what you see?"

I laugh, thinking how Natsume and I could be so alike sometimes and other times, we could be having fights about the stupidest and littlest things.

Natsume walks over to me, and places his hands on my butt. And the next thing I knew, he was groping my ass and was leaning down to kiss me on the lips when suddenly my phone was blasting Taylor Swift's Red ( I do not own).

Natsume cursed, and went to grab his shirt while I felt slightly reassured and quickly answered the call.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"I hope you're up and running because your photo shoot is going to start in about half an hour." said Hotaru, my long term best friend, blackmailer, and manager.

"Don't worry, I'm on my way." I replied, happy that I could see my best friend.

"I'll see you soon then." She hung up after that.

Glancing at Natsume, he nodded in my direction and said, "Let's go."

I nodded, and grabbed my Tory Burch clutch that I had received as a gift from Natsume last Christmas. Heading towards the door, I swiftly grab a thin black Leather jacket and slipped it on. I stepped into my black 5 inch Christian Louboutin heels with red soles, and I headed for the garage where Natsume was getting into the drivers seat.

20 minutes later, we arrive at Universal Studios (I do not own) for my photo shoot of my upcoming movie of Revenge.

My director, Shuichi Sakurano greeted me, as well as all the other staff members and fellow co-stars/actors/actresses. One of the clothing designers for my movie handed me a black leather suit, and I rolled my eyes inwardly.

The public just loved tight suits, and leather was no exception. Especially those sleek, tight low cut suits that screamed "SEXY". Slipping on the tight suit, I could feel it hugging my curves and exposing my C-Cup cleavage-not to be an egoist, but I loved my boobs!

Stepping out of my dressing room in my leather suit and black stiletto boots, I could hear whistles and shouts. Rolling my eyes again, I sat down and got my hair and makeup quickly done. I had smokey eye shadow on and wild curls. After that was done, I walked over to the set where my photographer Tsubasa Andou was waiting.

"You look good Mikan." Tsubasa said, winking at me.

I smiled, then felt arms hugging me around my waist. "If we weren't in public, I'd ravish you right here and now." Natsume said, and bent down to my neck and breathed on it. I felt cool air on my neck, as well as a camera click. I looked up, and Tsubasa was grinning madly.

"That was an excellent shot. Definitely a keeper." Tsubasa remarked, giving me a thumbs up.

"But sadly I'm the co-actor here, so I'll be the one shooting with Mikan today."

I turned around, seeing Akira shirtless and in cargo pants. His 6 pack abs stood out, and he was covered in a thin sheet of sweat-or oil, to make his look more dramatic. He smiled and waved at me, as I nodded at him and felt the warmth leave me. Natsume glared at Akira, then turned around and left the set to sit in my chair that was labeled: STAR ACTRESS.

And without delay, the photo shoot started.

The first half hour was solo shots of me and Akira, with us posing and giving a fierce message of "REVENGE" which is what the movie is trying to imply.

I had my hands on my hips, and a fan blowing my wild curls to make me look dramatic and fierce. Clicks were heard non stop as I continuously turned my head little by little, giving Tsubasa different angles of my face, eyes, and body posture.

Akira had to walk down the set little by little, giving an image of a warrior/fighter, someone who gave an image of "do or die". He had a fierce look in his hazel eyes and fake cuts and bruises on his face that made him look very attractive.

After our solo shots were completed, Akira and I started posing together. Our first shot was holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. I could feel Natsume's stare boring into me. But I could care less. This is for my work, for the media, for my future, and for my career. I couldn't let anyone get in the way of that, even if it was Natsume. You know, women are just as tough as men!

Our next pose was him holding my face and we got even closer. "You're beautiful you know that, Mikan?" Akira whispered.

"Thanks" I replied, looking into the camera. Tsubasa shouted, "Perfect! Now I want a light soft smooch on the lips."

I was slightly surprised at such a request, but none the less, leaned towards Akira who was doing the same.

I could hear Natsume growling and I inwardly smirked.

Our lips connected, and I could feel Akira's hands on the curve of my waist. Tsubasa was madly snapping away, and after another 10 seconds, we broke apart.

"Great job everyone, and that's a wrap!" Tsubasa shouted. In seconds, you could see the staff packing up, and I headed towards my dressing room to get changed, and head for my next shoot.

I sighed, glad that this shoot was finally over and it ended on time as well.

As I walked into my dressing room, I was roughly pushed in, and turned around to see Natsume's eyes flaring.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"Work." I simply replied. I could see where this was going, and I don't think it would be pretty.

"Work? You looked like you were having fun."

"Why? I can't? It's not like I asked you to come along to this photo shoot, you just tagged along yourself. Don't you dare snap at me for working." I could feel my anger start to boil. This was such a pointless argument over jealousy.

Natsume just stared at me, slightly taken aback.

I smirked, Mikan 1, Natsume 0.

"You're not allowed to kiss other guys." he quietly replied.

"And why is that?" I inquired.

"Because I said so."

He's so stubborn, I swear.

I rolled my eyes, and said,"That's neither your decision nor mine to decide that. Don't be stubborn. You're not a pure hearted angel either. I've seen you kiss other models inside and outside of your shoots."

"But that's different."

"Howso?"

"..."

Mikan 2, Natsume 0

"Look, if you're done being a jealous child, then leave because I need to get changed and get going."

"I'm not jealous."

I almost snorted. "Right, then I guess I could always continue what I was doing with Akira earlier."

Natsume's eyes widened, and before I could take 2 steps to the door, my wrist was grabbed, and I was slammed into the wall.

"You wouldn't dare."

"You know I would."

He growled, and said, "We'll see about that."

Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine and we were passionately making out. I could feel his tongue battling with mine, and his lips bruising mine as he roughly kissed me wildly. 1 minute later, we broke apart, both silently gasping for air. Both our eyes were hazy, and my lips were tingling.

Natsume smirked, and said, "I'd like to see you go to him now."

Mikan 2, Natsume 1

I glared at him, and Natsume smirked again. I really wanted to wipe that smirk off him. Just as I was about to make another comment, I felt Natsume's lips on my shoulder and I immediately knew what he was going to do.

Oh no, I need to have perfect skin today for my Prada bikini shoot that was coming up in an hour.

"Natsume, don't!" I shouted. Too late. His teeth grazed my neck, and I could hear him sucking on my skin.

I groaned, knowing that he was leaving me with a hickey that wouldn't come off for another two weeks.

Before he could give me another hickey, I roughly pushed him back and said, "Get out."

Natsume eyed my neck in approval, smirked, and left my dressing room.

I turned to the mirror and silently cursed.

Natsume had left a rather large hickey that was currently throbbing and swelling by the second.

Sighing, I peeled off my suit and changed back into my dress and heels. I gathered my clutch and jacket, trying to cover this new hickey.

I exited the studio with numerous goodbyes and saw my car in the front with Natsume at the wheel. Glaring at him, I got in, and I knew he was going to make a snobby comment when he opened his mouth. But I was quicker than him. "Shut up and drive." I muttered, and he happily complied. He was grinning the entire way.

That bastard.

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