Adrien's POV

I walk back to class, confident she will follow. We make it through the day with no more issues, and I walk her home. When we get up to her room, I press a lingering kiss to her lips.

"As much as I'd like to stay, I have a shoot and you, my little seductress, have a reward to think of."

She pouts. "Will one of you be over tonight?"

"I think Cat has patrol with Ladybug," I say, watching as her eyes widen momentarily, "and I can't escape. Although, I haven't seen my spotted beauty in a while, so maybe she will stop by after patrol." I hint to her, watching her eyes gleam with the idea. "Besides, I'll see you tomorrow before school."

"…okay. But I'm not happy about it," she says, turning away. I bring her attention back to me and kiss her once more, squeezing her ass for good measure.

"You'll survive, Mar. I'll see you tomorrow." She flings herself into my arms, and I press a kiss to her hair.

"I love you," she says quietly.

"I love you, too, beautiful."

My bodyguard picks me up and takes me to the photoshoot. I'm ushered into hair and makeup before I can begin my work. Upon exiting the makeup tent, I'm disgusted to see Lila.

"Adrien!" She shouts, cheerfully.

"Lila." I give her no emotion as she heads towards me, but when she reaches out for me, I grab her arm in a tight grip. Tight enough to warn, but not tight enough to get me in trouble. "I thought I told you to leave Marinette alone."

"A-Adri-"

"No!" I yank on her arm so she stumbles, and her eyes flash with fear before she covers it up. "You gave me your word. You don't want to cross me, Lila. I can end you." I'm very lucky that it's built into her contract that she can't record anything at her shoots without express permission. I highly doubt she expected this today. From the way her demeanor changes, I know she's about to say something I won't like.

"What's the big deal, Adrien? She's just an ugly, talentless, friendless loser. She needs to learn her place. She doesn't belong with people like you or me."

"This is your last warning, Lila. Either you leave her alone, or you face the consequences."

"I'm not sure what you think you can do, Adrien, but you'll learn sooner than later that she's been playing with fire, and it's about time she burned."

I was about to respond when we were called to start working. Unlike Lila, I am allowed to record the happenings of my shoots, so I am very glad to have pressed record as soon as I saw her. If she wants to go back on her word, I have no problem turning her reputation to ash to protect Marinette.

We go through basic photos when Lila begins grabbing my arm a little too tight.

"Please loosen your grip, Lila. I don't need bruises."

"You're just being dramatic," she says, ignoring me and grasping tighter. "I can kiss it better." She says, (what she thinks is) flirtily, leaning in to kiss me.

"Lila, I have told you before, and I will not repeat myself." I channel my father's personality to truly drive home my seriousness. "Never try to kiss me. I do not want your affections forced on me. Quite frankly, the way you ignore my requests is disgusting. It would do you well to respect my wishes." The thinly veiled threat apparently goes right over her head, but the crew seems to catch on. Good. I'll have witnesses.

She backs off slightly, glaring, but quickly covers that up with a smile full of poison. We are almost through the shoot without further incident when she is told to sit next to me and decides to sit on me. I quickly push her off, not caring for the fake crying she begins.

"Adrien! How could you—"

"Lila! Please keep from pressing yourself against me, especially so inappropriately. I do not welcome your advances, and I am sure I have made myself clear by now."

Before she can start spewing some more bullshit, I quickly announce that I need a break and walk away to the makeup tent. I'm mildly amused when I glance behind me and see no one is helping Lila up.

I sit in the chair and my artists surround me under the pretense of touch ups.

"So, you're finally doing something about it?" Tasha, my hair stylist says. She's been pushing me to act against Lila, but I was trying to protect Marinette.

"I'm past the point of putting up with her. You guys still have those pictures of her claw marks and her forcing herself on me?"

"You know we do. You're one of our own, Adrien. Why your father ever hired that girl, I will never understand." Ally, the makeup artist says.

"Good. I'm not doing it right away. I know we have a decent amount of evidence, but I want so much that she's buried and blacklisted. There can be no possibility of her worming her way out of this. She will never do this to someone else. Oh, before I forget, get a picture of the bruises forming on my arm. She didn't listen when I told her to let go."

I'm not even surprised to see her hands on my arm in light purple. The girls quickly get the evidence before they cover it up to hide what we're doing. I'm grateful to have a team who's been with me long enough to care.

I return to the shoot, and Lila is, for the most part, professional for the remainder. The girls have just finished removing all of my makeup when Lila enters the tent. My phone is on the counter, recording video, fully expecting her to come in. They meet my eye, and with a subtle nod, they tell me goodbye and leave.

"Do you think you've deterred me, Adrien? I want you. And I always get what I want. Whether you like it or not, she's going down. You can either join me and be adored, or you can go down with her. How does 'Agreste Heir Sexually Harasses Father's Muse' sound to you? No one knows what's happening in here, and let's face it. No one will believe you over poor, innocent Lila. Better decide quick, Adrien."

I don't know whether to smirk because she's giving me more ammo or to shudder because as she's been talking, she's been running her hands up and down my chest and arms. She leans in to kiss me, and I turn my head so she gets my cheek.

"Something to think about," she says, and walks out. I run to the bathroom and vomit, unable to erase that from my brain. My two person team comes back in when I finish brushing my teeth with the spare supplies we keep on set in case food between shots messes up appearances.

"Oh my gosh, Adrien!"

"I'm- I'm okay," I shudder. "But I won't be taking as long as I thought. When's my next shoot with her?"

"Two weeks."

"Perfect. I'll have everything ready by then."