Sorry for the suspense and gushy last paragraphs of the last chapter. I just had to do that!
I sat there, my mind racing about what was going to happen now. I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said weakly. Rick walked in.
"Filming," He said motioning for me to follow.
"Okay," I said. I walked back onto the bedroom set and started the scene. We started to lean in to kiss once again; I could feel the pressure of Chad's body right next to mine. I felt the cold glare of Portlyn. I saw an annoyed look on Rick's face. Chad's lips almost hit mine. I dodged it and kissed his cheek.
"Sonny," Rick said obviously upset and mad at me.
"Sorry, one more time, I will get it okay?" I pleaded. Chad smirked at me, and went back to place. We ran through the three or four line then leaned again. I mentally locked myefl so I was only breathing, and moving my lips. I tried to make myself invincible to the psark I had felt before. I got ready for what was coming. Our lips met. No matter how hard I tried not to feel it, I felt it. No amount of preparation could block the cannons firing in my stomach. I started to enjoy it. I tried to stop enjoying Chad but I couldn't find a way out of the simple sensation of passion I felt between us. I pulled his tie down so I could lock my hands in his hair. He ran his hands to my waist, lowering them a bit, and pulling me into a tight embrace. We fell backward onto the bed as Rick called cut. I pulled away grasping for air as I looked around me. I heard Rick mutter finally, and the crew men started turning of the cameras. Chad stood there looking peculularly at me but I ignored it. I saw Portlyn standing there. She glared at me. I tried to have a soft look on my face but all that showed was how uncomfortable I felt. That seemed to satisfy her. She spun on her heel leaving only Chad staring at me.
"What?" I said annoyed walking off the stage. I was angry at how irresistible he was. It wasn't fair. Ferguson was a better guy but we weren't meant to be. Stupid fate. Stupid mother nature. Stupid Chad. Stupid hormones!
"I didn't know you could be so passionate," He said smirking. I turned around my face steaming red.
"I wasn't being passionate, I was acting. And for your information, Ferguson is a much better guy than you. I don't know why I kissed you this morning or just now. I don't know why you obviously want to kiss me and I don't know why I am answering your question from this morning but I don't like you and I am tired of your egotistical jerk-ish self!" I screamed.
"I thought it was obvious," He said.
"What? What is obvious?" I said. He walked into his dressing room as I followed.
"Either I am stupid or you just can't get it through your thick head Sonny," He said pacing back and fourth. I had never seen him like this before. He was stressed and yelling, he was serious and muttering several un-understandable things.
"Wha-" I started to say then he cut me off.
"That I freaking love you Sonny!" he yelled at me. He stared at my face hard, looking for a reaction. Then he continued. "You are the first girl that hasn't fallen for my charm. The one and only one who I had to have but never could. I have never felt like this about anyone. I know you don't feel the same way so just please, give me some space. I just ruined my life," He started mumbling. I stood there shocked at the words he had just spoken. Finally, the words clicked. Chad loved me. He said I was his one and only. He loved me. He couldn't. But he just said so. Do I love Ferguson? Do I? I. I am not sure.
"SONNY!" Chad yelled waving a hand in front of my face. I looked at him. He stood there, a few feet away from me. I couldn't control my emotions any more. I couldn't control my feet either. I walked over to him and yanked his tie down. I kissed him with anger, with passion, and with annoyance. After how much of a jerk Chad is, he wins? After how sweet Ferguson is, he ends up heart broken? I felt so bad as more guilt and anger layered into my stomach than filled our kiss. Chad's lips were soft on mine, not wanting to go overboard. He ran his tongue along my lower lip begging for entrance, which I smirked keeping my mouth shut. He got a bit more aggressive, pushing me onto the wall. He kicked the door of his dressing room shut. My legs started to fold under me, as I started to slide down he held me up, holding me in his arms. I pulled away gasping for air as he ran kisses down my neck. He got to the collar of my shirt where I signaled him to stop. He obediently placed his head on mine and smiled. I gave a small smile, not wanting to face the up coming drama.
"I have wanted to do that for a long time," He said looking at me. I didn't respond. Just stood there thinking about poor Ferguson.