11.2
‘Hey, Zai. Please, do the scene with Trevor. I don't think I can do that. It's your job anyway. I can help you with everything but not this.’ —Calais
That's what I read in the notes on her phone.
What scene? I didn't know I have a new drama. Calais may not be comfortable doing this kind of work. You've gone this far to help me, so worry no more. I'll do the rest.
I got out from the washroom and search for my manager. She's nowhere to be found.
I found the script on the table, so I read it.
Is this the scene Calais is talking about?!
No. I can't do this. I made a promise to Zerro not to do any scene that has to do with kissing and touching. I won't do this.
“Leila!” I called my manager when she entered holding a bottle of water.
She came near me.
“Didn't I tell you not to accept any romantic drama? What is this? I'm fine with thrill or action, Lei. I can't do romance now.”
She looked at me with confusing eyes.
“I'm sorry. It's the CEO who made the final decision. I refused, but you know how he is. Also, I thought you're fine with this. Why are you suddenly acting this way? You've done the first scene, remember?”
What scene? I scanned the script. It's a wedding.
“Zai, are you okay? We'll tell the director to postpone it if you're not feeling well.”
I shook my head. “I-I'm fine. I'll just read.”
“Oh. Okay. Here.” She puts the water on the table. “You must do this, Zai. You're at the peak of your career,” she encouraged me.
I'm so sorry, Calais. Even I can't do this.
When Leila left, I observed everyone first. Everyone busy on their own task.
I left a note on the phone. I'll return the favor, Cal. Soon.
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Wtf?! Why am I out?!
I'm now sitting on the couch.
‘I can't do it. I have my Zerro. I can't kiss another man. Make it done for me, Cal. Thank you and sorry.’ —Zainea
Seriously, Zainea Amadeo?!
I can't kiss just another man also! It's okay if it's Zayden since he's my type—ha! Okay! Wait! Is type the same with like?! I really can't understand myself anymore! Is Megan's words true? I'm just being in denial with my feelings?
“I don't like him.”
Oh, crap. Okay, I like him! I like him! Satisfied now, Calais? My mind said I don't, but my heart says otherwise. This is crazy.
I threw the script. I'm upset. Who now can help me?! I feel abandoned.
“This is new. Zainea Amadeo is pissed.” Trevor sat down beside me.
“Since you're aware, go away. I might vent my anger on you.”
Now that everyone is refusing to help me.  Zainea's a loyal woman. What is she thinking? This is her body, so even if I kiss someone, others will see me as Zainea. What's the difference? Psh, okay. It's the soul. That matters on who kissed who.
“Whoa! Calm down. Are you sure you don't want to hear this good news I have?”
“Spill it.”
“We won't be shooting that scene.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Trust me on this one.”
Why did they add this scene though? Okay, I get it. I'm married, but that doesn't mean that I can enter into R-18 scenes! Can't they think straight? I'm married, I have a husband, they should at least consider my husband's feelings, right? Well, although he actually doesn't care.
But they should be considerate to their married actors, that's what I'm saying!
And that Constello, why can't he show some care and help me out?! He's so heartless!
“Alright. There are some changes on this one. Trevor will kiss Zainea, carry her to your room, and lay her down on the bed. You, Zainea, will unbutton Trevor's polo shirt. Just the two buttons. Trevor will kiss Zainea's neck, then back to her lips. Don't stop until I cut it off. Okay, that will be all. Can you do that?” the director instructed us.
What change? I see no change. We're still going to kiss!
“I thought we'll not be doing this? Liar,” I whispered to Trevor.
“I thought so, too. But isn't this better than the one on the script? You don't have to strip,” he whispered back.
“Ha! Thank you, then.”
“Welcome,” he sarcastically said.
“Okay! Okay! Let's do this!”
“Do it right. I don't want to take another—”
“You can count on me. I am an expert kisser.”
Psh. Brag. Let's see. I'll just think that this is not my body. Right. This is not mine. I'm so sorry, Zainea. You're to blame, too.
“Lights, camera, action!”
Trevor kissed me as we enter the house. He carried me. I wrapped my legs on his waist. When I kissed him back, he was shocked, but he still continued doing his part. We entered the room.
I felt my back touched the soft bed. Okay, this is it.
He started kissing my neck. Gosh, for crying out loud, it tickles! I just tightly hold onto his polo shirt to stop myself from cursing, not from pleasure, I'm sure if it.
He kissed me again in the lips. That's when I started unbuttoning his shirt. My hands are trembling while I'm doing that.
“Cut! Again! Zainea, work on your hands. Don't tremble!”
Gosh! Why can't he let it pass?!
He gave me a smile, saying that I should leave everything to him.
We did the same thing again. When I'm on the part where I should unbutton Trevor's shirt, he helped me with it. He pinned my hand on the side while he's unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand.
“Put your hand on my hair,” he whispered then bit my earlobe.
He's absolutely in character. I did what he said.
“Okay, cut! Nice!”
Trevor helped me up.
Now, I'm grateful that he was chosen to be the male lead of this drama. If it's someone, I think, the outcome will not be the same as today.
I went to see the taken video. The director was happy that we finished all the shooting earlier than the expected time.
“You're indeed a professional artist,” Trevor complimented when we're going out.
“I'm not. It's you. We'll be taking hundreds of shots if you didn't help me go through it. Thank you, Trev.”
“If you're grateful, how about I ask you out to dinner?”
“Uhm, I'm grateful, but I'll take your offer down. I'll be having a dinner with my husband.”
I'll go and slap the phone on his face. How come he can't hear my voice?!
“Then, what about lunch?”
Don't you have anyone to eat with you?
“You like me, don't you?” I jokingly said. I can't think of another way to turn him down. Maybe this will work. He'll feel awkward.
He laughed. “I guess so. How about you leave your husband and marry me instead?” he directly said. He didn't even hesitate to say those words.
No way. He's going along with my joke.
“Nice joke. But, nah. Sorry. I really can't go with you. I'm quite busy. Maybe next time. I'll treat you. And oh! I'm so madly in love with my husband. No one can replace him here.” I pointed my heart and mind.
He touched his lower lip, then nodded like he's agreeing on something.
“I see. But you don't know what will happen. You may fall for me.”
I laughed. “Your confidence is overflowing, Trevor Vierro. Do you want me to punch you hard? You seem to be dreaming. Dude, stop. It's daylight, wake up.”
“I like you, but I like your husband more,” he whispered in my ears. He giggled like a girl teenager who's thrilled when she saw her crush.
“What?! Seriously?!” That caught me off guard.
He grinned. “See you tomorrow! Bring your husband tomorrow at the site, girl!”
“Hey! That's not a good joke!” I'm really sure that he's straight! Why is joking about his gender?! He's nuts!
“You're Zainea, right? Zainea Amadeo,” an elegant woman wearing a tight dress approached and asked me. She's pretty.
“Uh huh? You are?”
She extended her right hand. “Felicity. Felicity Trouvaille.”
Is she a friend of Zainea? No, probably. She won't introduce herself if they're friends.
To make it not rude, I shook hands with her.
“I'm Zerro's fiancee.”
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MRS. AMADEO'S POV (ZAINEA'S STEPMOM)
“What now, mom? She's still breathing fine! She even got herself a powerful husband! I can't believe she's one lucky bitch!”
“Lower down your voice, Via. I'm thinking.”
“What if dad finds out that we planned her accident? Mom, I don't want to go back to being poor! I don't want to be in jail!”
“I said, lower down your voice! No one will know, okay? I'll think another way to get rid of that Zainea.”
I failed to get rid of her once, so I won't fail the second time. The whole wealth of Amadeo will be ours.
Yes, I was the one who cut the brake of Zainea's car. If I knew she would survive that, I would have hired a gunman to assassinate her.
“Let her taste victory for the meantime. Next time, I'll make sure that she'll be ruined big time. If we can't kill her, we'll make her.”
My daughter is the only heiress of Amadeo Capital. No one else.
“But mom, she has Zerro's brother. Can we really make it?”
“I have my plan. We'll find Zerro and make use of him.”