At the end of the day, I headed to the car park and went over to Lauren.
"Hey, I'm going out for a drink with Misha so I can talk things through with him."
"Okay, sure. Let me know how it goes," she winked.
"There won't be none of that," I insisted.
"Okay, well have fun."
I nodded and made my way over to Misha where he was waiting by his car.
As he opened the passenger door for me, Mark walked past Lauren and stopped.
"Hey," he said and then looked over to me.
"She asked him to go for a drink so they could work things out."
"Ah, okay," he nodded.
"How are you doing?" Lauren turned to Mark.
"Could be better," he shrugged. "But good things come to those who wait, it will be worth it."
"I hope she chooses you, you seem to make her happier. From what I can see anyway," she linked her arm through his and squeezed it. "Don't let it bother you, Mark. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay Lauren, thanks," he smiled back at her and headed to his car.

Two hours later, me and Misha were in the bar with a few alcoholic drinks already inside us.
"You'll have to forgive me, I get a bit over-confident and talkative when I am tipsy or drunk," I giggled
"And are you? Tipsy or drunk?" Misha gave me a sexy look.
"Maybe."
"I know you like me, and I can tell you know I like you too," Misha leaned closer.
"No wait, this is what I wanted to talk to you about, Misha. You're married and you have a young son, I can't do this with a married man no matter how much I like you," I told him.
"I've been with her since I was sixteen but I'm just not happy with her anymore, I haven't been for a while. Even she knows we're still together for the sake of West. But it's different with you, I feel happy with you," he held my hand.
"But you're still with her," I gazed at our hands.
"Only until the time is right and then we can be together."
I puffed with my nose and rolled my eyes. "Married men always say that."
"Sherrie, look at me," Misha pulled my face to his.
I looked at his face, into his eyes and felt my will weaken.
"Come take a drive with me," he stood up.
I bit my lip and agreed with him.
After ten minutes, Misha drove up a dark country lane and pulled over.
"Come here."
I hesitated but he leant over and kissed me anyway.
Whether it was the alcohol or just lust, I seemed to got carried away because before I knew it, I was running my hands through his hair and he was pulling my top over my head.
"Mi . . .Misha," I gasped as he kissed my chest.
In the pure heat of the moment, I undid his trousers and pulled them down, gripping him in my hand.
"You're hard," I whispered.
"That's what you do to me baby," he whispered back. "What do I do to you?"
He undid my trousers and slipped his hand into my pants, massaging me with his forefinger before pushing it all into me.
"Ah," I gasped and squeezed him.
When Misha pulled his finger out, I knew what was coming next and the only thing I could think of what that this should have happened with Mark and that thought triggered another one: this should be happening with Mark, not Misha. My decision had been made. I wanted Mark.
"Misha wait, stop," I pulled myself back. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. I know I couldn't have chose a worse time but I can't go through with this."
Misha looked up at me, flushed and turned on.
"I am really sorry," I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
"You've made up your mind," Misha said rather than asked.
I nodded, quietly.
He sat back and nodded, putting on his top that sometime came off.
After about five minutes silence, I asked,"do you hate me?"
"What? Of course not," Misha looked at me with soft, caring eyes.
I put my face into my hands.
"Hey," he pulled my hand away. "Hey, listen, I knew there was a chance that I might be chosen, what with you and Mark both being English, and I've seen how much more easily you get on with him. There's more than just lust there."
I smiled at him sadly. "You're too good."
"You choosing Mark has made me think maybe me and my wife should try and work things out."
I put my top on and me and Misha hugged each other.
"Thanks for understanding."
"Let me take you home and we will get Mark tomorrow and both tell him."
"Yeah," I nodded and hugged him again. "Lets go."

The next day, before me and Misha even had a chance to tell Mark, Lauren grabbed us and pulled us into her dressing room.
In there, Mark was also sat.
"Right, your times up, you need to decide. Here and now," Lauren ordered.
"Me and Misha were actually coming to tell you that I had made a decision," I spat.
I might have worded it wrong because when I said it, Mark's minds automatically went back to yesterday when I went out for a drink with Misha.
"Okay, I understand," he nodded. "Congratulations, I'm happy for you."
He stood up and headed to the door.
"Wait," I tried to stop him but he carried on walking past me.
"No, no, really, I'm happy for you."
"Well, that didn't work out the way it was supposed to," I pouted.
"I'll go and talk to him," Misha hugged me and left after Mark.
"So you chose Misha?" Lauren asked.
"No, that's what we were going to tell Mark. Me and Misha were about this close to have sex," I put my finger and thumb really close together. "And all I could think about was Mark."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Misha came in and I sat up straight.
"Well?"
"He won't talk about it. He said he wants us to still be friends and to do that I can't mention what happened."
I nodded and stood up.
"Wait, where are you going?" Lauren asked.
"I just need some time by myself. Please." I said and walked out, heading home.

A couple of hours later, Lauren called me.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Hiya, I talked to Mark."
"Really, good for you. What did he say?"
"Exactly what Misha said, he won't talk about it. I tried to tell him you chose him but he cut me off," Lauren said, sounding sorry for me.
"Can you have a word with the producer? I am gonna take a few weeks off, just to clear my mind so I don't get upset when I see Mark," I explained.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. You can come over but can you let all the other know not to bother me?"
"Okay, I'll see you later," Lauren said and hung up.
"Was that Sherrie?" Mark asked as he walked past.
"Yeah, she needs me to talk to the producer."
"Is she okay?"
"She's just a bit upset," Lauren answered.
"Why? What's wrong?" Mark sounded concerned.
"What happened earlier-"
"No, I told you I don't want to talk about it," he interrupted.
"But-"
"I'm needed on set, sorry, can you tell her I'll ring her later?"
"Sure," Lauren nodded and watched Mark walk away, annoyed.

After two weeks of harassing Mark, Lauren finally got him to listen.
"Mark! She chose you!" She shouted.
Mark stopped dead and turned to her.
"I'm sorry? What did you just say?"
"You heard me, she chose you but you never gave her a chance to tell you. You assumed she was with Misha; why do you think we've been bugging you? We've been trying to tell you."
"Bollocks. I better ring her to apologise," Mark sighed and took out his phone.
At home, when I saw his number come up, I hid my phone under the cushion so I couldn't hear it ringing.
"She's not answering," Mark looked at Lauren and tried again.
This time, I took out my phone and ended the call.
He looked at Lauren with a pained expression and put his phone back.
"Should I go to her flat?"
Lauren thought about it. "I don't know if she will answer the door. She only answers to me if I let her know I'm going over first. I've shown up without ringing before and I had to shout at her to answer the door. I don't know if she told you but she moved over here because she was really messed up back home."
"Oh shit, I didn't know," Mark pinched his nose.
"I'll go over and talk her round."
"Thanks."
"And she'll love that," she pointed to his newly grown beard."
"Well quick, go get her so we can find out."
Lauren laughed and left.
At my flat, after I let her in, she sat down and smiled at me.
"Mark finally knows."
"Knows what?" I looked at her suspiciously.
"That you chose him. He tried to ring you but . . . I think you should come and see him."
"I can't."
"Oh come on, he feels really guilty and besides, I think you will like the little changed he has made," she winked.
"What change?"
"It started as stubble and the director liked it so . . ."
"He grew it? He's got a beard?" My eyes widened.
"Yup, and I know how you like beards," Lauren grinned.
"I don't know, what about what happened last time I saw him? It will be awkward."
"If I'm right, what was between you will drown that out. So, what'd ya say? Come on, please," Lauren begged.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Okay."
Lauren squealed and grabbed my hand. "Let's go get you your man."

As we pulled up into the car park, I nibbled my nails.
"Don't be nervous, you've already had your tongue down his throat," she laughed.
"And I plan to again," I nodded and got out the car.
"That's the spirit," she agreed and linked her arm through mine when she came round to my side.
As we got closer, Lauren grinned. "They're doing an outside scene; I'll go and get Mark, and you stay round the corner."
I nodded and leant against the wall waiting.
Lauren approached the edge of set and signalled Mark with her head to come over once he had finished.
Five minutes later, I sat on the floor. 'Come on, come on."
"Hey, what's up?"
"She's round the corner," Lauren told him. "Give me a couple of minutes and come round."
Mark nodded and paced back and forth.
When Lauren came round the corner alone, I bit my lip.
"He's coming in a couple of minutes," she reassured me.
Two minutes later, Mark came round the corner wearing his black suit and tie but all I could focus on was the beard.
"Oh wow," I whispered. "He looks good."
Mark walked right up to me and smiled. "Hi."
"Mark," I said quietly, feeling my eyes going soft and my knees weaken.
Neither of us got a chance to anything else because, at the same time, we both grabbed each other and kissed with the same passion we felt last time.
"I'm just going to . . ." Lauren said, backing off.
"I stopped kissing Mark long enough to mutter a "uh huh," and went back to kissing him.
"Sherrie," Mark moved away. "I am so sorry."
"No, don't," I wrapped my arms round him and hugged him.
"Come home with me tonight," he whispered into my ear.
"Okay. You look so sexy," I stroked his chin.
"You like it?"
"Keep it for me."
"Whatever you want; anything for you," Mark said and kissed me again.