This chapter is extremely short compared to the previous ones, but I'm pressed for time and I wanted to publish something. I'll make up for it in the future! Anyways, enjoy! :-)

Atemu Ishtar adjusted his mirror in the visor of the front seat of his very own stretch limo Hummer H3. His windows were tinted, but not shaded enough that he couldn't see the plethora of screaming fans tapping and beating on his door. He slid his sunglasses up to hide his crimson eyes, not wanting the girls to see the look of disdain on his face. He knew why they were so excited to see him, but that didn't mean he couldn't be annoyed about it. The constant flash of cameras and phones were all he could take to bear and he buried his face in his hands.

"You knew this would happen when we got here," said his cousin Marik Ishtar from the backseat. "Your big movie premier is tonight. Can you at least try to make the best of it?"

Atemu knew his cousin was right – as always, but he still couldn't help but feel that he was being a bit apathetic towards him. He had no idea how it felt to have tons of women and men throw themselves at you in an attempt to get you into bed or to trap you into an unwanted pregnancy or find some other way to exploit you. Marik wasn't the movie star here. How could he understand?

"Alright, alright," he drawled with a frustrated sigh. Atemu decided to try and make the best of it. He wasn't all that energetic to begin with but he did drag his cousin and his agents Seth, Bakura and Mahad along with him so that they could dabble in this affair. They were sitting in the very back on their cell phones, talking to the movie staff inside to wait on the cue for Atemu to exit the limo and take his place on the red carpet.

The sea of humanity made it even hard to find out where the carpet even was. Not that Atemu was surprised because this was an occurrence every time a new movie of his came out, but he always did find it irritating. He took a peek outside of his window and saw an army of security guards standing shoulder to shoulder a few feet away from the limo. That brought a wave of relief over Atemu. At least if something were to occur, they'd be there to protect him and the rest of his entourage from any unnecessary scuffles.

But he wasn't quite ready to leave yet. The time that he spent inside a vehicle right before entering the chaos was like the calm before the storm. Atemu could sit and meditate on anything that brought him peace – or frustration. The latter would just make him stress out even more than he needed to, so he avoided thinking about those memories at all costs.

All in all, he enjoyed his life. Being a famous movie star did have its perks. Money and fame being the most obvious, not to mention fancy cars, nice clothes, expensive upscale restaurants, having more than one house to live in, lavish vacations, maids and butlers who waited on him hand and foot, having VIP access to the most exclusive and extravagant parties in Alexandria. Not to mention being a total babe magnet, having no problem snagging and seducing whoever he wanted to his bedroom. Thanks to his good looks, Atemu could sway and charm whoever he wanted at his disposal.

But it got old after a while. Though he couldn't deny that he loved sex, sometimes Atemu just wanted to cuddle and curl up in bed with that special someone, reading a book or drinking tea or watching a movie. He'd never tell any of that to his agents or his cousin for fear of looking soft. They looked up to Atemu, and to them, he represented strength, valor and masculinity. What would they think if they really knew how he felt inside?

"The coast isn't clear yet, so we'll have to wait a couple of more minutes," Marik reported.

Atemu shrugged his shoulders. "Fine with me."

He had no problem sitting in the car longer anyway, at least it was peaceful and he wouldn't have to worry about people groping him – for the time being anyhow. Some people got really bold and felt him up his groin in front of everyone. They didn't care about how embarrassing it was to Atemu, as long as they could cop a feel. They couldn't get enough of movie stars that frequented this city.

Being famous wasn't originally Atemu's plans while he was growing up. His father was a shareholder of the biggest wine selling company in Egypt, and he wanted Atemu to follow in his footsteps one day. Though Atemu loved drinking all types of varieties of wine at his disposal thanks to his father, he certainly didn't think it was very wise or fun to make a career out of it. So he didn't. To Aknamkanon's dismay, his son had other things on his mind.

Though immature in his father's eyes, Atemu wanted to be an actor. He didn't get much support from his dad at first, but once he made it big and added his cousin Marik and friends Seth, Bakura, and Mahad into his entourage when he started making it big, his father couldn't deny that it was Atemu's calling. After being rejected for roles plenty of times, audition after audition and never getting any call backs, his team never gave up on him. They knew Atemu had talent, and his time to shine would come when the time was right.

The rest was history. After landing his first major role, the critics were astonished at how such a rookie could act so well in an action flick. They thought Atemu was a natural – and he was. Inheriting his parents' good looks and his father's natural magnetism, it was no surprise when Atemu Ishtar became a household name.

"I don't know how you handle all this bullshit Atemu," Bakura said from behind, breaking Atemu's thoughts. Atemu looked at him through the rearview mirror and saw the look of disgust on his agent's face as he looked through the window at the screaming fans, tapping on his side of the window, trying to fight through the guards and getting pushed back on the sidewalk for their trouble.

"Easy," Atemu said, pushing his sunglasses back on over his eyes. "You ignore it."

Bakura scoffed. He, Marik, Seth and Mahad had all followed suit behind Atemu, applying their sunglasses on as well. It was like getting ready for the heat of battle and they were strapped up. Atemu hated this part, because he knew as soon as he was going to open that door, he was at the mercy of screaming and hysterical fans that wanted to get a glimpse of Atemu or anyone that was with him, scratching and clawing their way through the crowd to get there. Seth and the others weren't bad looking by any means so the fans figured if they couldn't have Atemu, they could go for the next best thing. Atemu knew it was all part of being famous, but it didn't stop him from feeling irked about it.

"All clear on this side," he heard one of the men say over the walkie talkie.

Atemu took in a few deep breaths before unlocking the door. He knew that meant that it was time to take his spotlight on the red carpet. It was his time to shine once again. "Let's get this show on the road."