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Time had begun to dwindle from the busy afternoon into a nice evening. The sun setting was a beautiful sight through the wall length windows in his living room. He'd made a few calls, answered some emails and assured Gianna he'd take care of everything.
Pacing in his kitchen Dimitri slowly sipped on the liquor he'd poured himself. The little tart Emily had really done a number on his nerves. He could feel his muscles loosening, his body turning hot as the liquor began to do its business. His eyes darted from the floor to his phone as he leaned against the marble counter in his kitchen. [I Apologize, really?] He couldn't believe Gianna and most importantly he knew she was right. It was best to get in front of the story, make this out to seem more lighthearted even though the press wouldn't mind to hear the two were rivals. He just didn't think he'd consistently like getting water shot into his face every conversation with Emily. Though already drunk, he'd poured him another glass, this one a bit fuller than the other. Who cared though, maybe he needed a little courage. Hopefully that was all he did; the fight with Emily had been intense.
It'd turned the man on slightly and he was unsure if he wanted to call Gwen, even though she could help with the ache and wanting to take his body hostage. He thought about Emily, the many words he could send to the female. Yeah he knew the perfect [I apology]. Finally finishing the last of the liquor, his head swimming now, Dimitri crossed the small space and picked up his phone. It'd taken him three tries before he managed to send something he considered a pleasant way of showing remorse.
'Sorry 'bout earlier. Dinner?' It was simple, knowing she didn't appreciate the last conversation. Straight to the point this time he chose was better, no room for her to take offense to anything. Right. This time would be different, he'd choose his words carefully, wine and dine the girl and then all would be sorted then. Plus, maybe she'd be less likely to act out in a more public setting. Dropping his phone on the counter, he heaved a sigh and poured another drink. Right, that was sorted and the more buzzed he was the more he figured he could deal with the woman and her attitude.
"Smug," he muttered under his breath, sipping from the glass and heading toward his bedroom. He started for the bathroom. His shirt was still wet some, the accident so fresh in his mind, it'd began to feel uncomfortable against his skin. Placing the glass on the bathroom counter, he stripped his shirt. "Me smug?" He spoke to his reflection. No doubt about it, the man could be a bit much, sometimes considered arrogant. There was another side to him though, he could be [I nice] as Gianna put it. It was rare though, reserved for the press and intimate friends. Hell, even Gwen often got the side of him that Emily did and the woman also had a fire in him. The last fight had been a mess, the woman was a model but damn good at pretending Dimitri was breaking her heart by leaving for the film. She'd always accuse him of being less than monogamous and it was true, he'd slipped up a few times during film. Unlike Emily though, he'd managed to keep all his affairs secret. For now, at least.
Finishing the drink, he'd turned on the water. Eventually the steam covering his reflection as he stepped into the walk-in shower. His muscles were still tense from the engagement earlier. Dropping his head down, he sighed in satisfaction as tense muscles in his neck released from the harsh pounding of the showerhead - best five hundred dollars he'd spent. He soon began to wash up, by this point definitely buzzed from the alcohol and in good spirits.
Finally stepping out of the shower he reached for a towel, quickly drying his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. His hands wiped away the fog on the mirror. You could see his other tattoos then, the one on his side - the rose across his chest, a long lost lover's name there. He smirked, shaking his head and beginning to head to put something on.
Emily was darm toot'n proud of herself.
Although feeling sorry for the water, she wandered away from the lunch table with a smile of her face, eyes behind her sunglasses gleaming with pride and accomplishment.
She had put Dimitri back in his place.
Serves him right for speaking to her in such a way. A way of innuendo's as assumptions.
Dimitri did not know a thing about her and if she had it her way, he never would.
While walking away, Emily turned her head and watched the Actor, just in time as he straightened up - in complete and utter shock of what just happened. Grabbing his short and lifted it up that made her go somewhat weak in the knees and tingly after seeing his body, ripped and muscular.
There was no lie or photoshop. There it was, all 6 packs of him.
[i "Jesus...."] she whispered to herself only to snapback into reality and cleared her thoat, hiding the redness in her cheeks in blushing and kept on walking her way back inside to John who was still in discussion with the Director.
[b "Ready to go, John?..."] she spoke as she entered the room, stopping the conversatiom between both men.
John looked down at his watch and nodded slowly. [+green "Yes, it is time to go.."] he replied, turning to Steven and ending the conversation before standing up - walking Emily to the car.
[+green "Why are you happy?..."]
[b "Oh nothing. Can't a girl just be happy?.."]
[+green "Not without a reason..."]
Emily continued to smile and entered the car, parking we sweet ass on the seat only to pull out her cell phone before hand.
Seatbelt on, Emily's fingers were scrolling through her phone and her eyes rested on a video already - taken of the two of them having a little tiff, a lover's tiff, aparently.
[+green "What's that of?.."] John spoke, coming to a set of red lights and stopped the car, leaning over and looked at the video.
A sigh escaped his throat.
[+green "You're kidding, right? ...You actually doused Dimitri in water?..."]
[b "He is being an asshole.."]
[+green "HE can afford to be the asshole! He doesn't have major secrets that could ruin his career, like you do!..."]
[b "It's just water, John. Green light.."] she spoke, John turning back and started to drive off once more.
[+green "You are going to apologize to Dimitri and you will pay for his dry cleaning..."]
[+green "I mean it, Emily. No more of this bullshit. Be nice..."]
Sitting in the seat, Emily closed her phone and sighed - looking out the window as the car pulled up to the hotel's secluded car park.
Getting out, the two spoke on how to apologize, well it was more John that Emily as she still refused.
[+green "This is his number. Write an apology. I'll be back later..."]
[b "Pft...apologize..."] she mumbled, watching John leave the hotel room - leaving her alone in the massive suite - thinking on what to say.
Dimitri had to admit being that close to the female made him feel a certain way. He watched her lips carefully, catching how he watched her too. No complaints about that mouth, yeah, he bet that was true. The hundreds of stories he heard now seemed like they were probable. He was lost then, trying not to think about the female in such a way, but he knew - he was single. What would've been the harm? He internally shook the thought off. No he had to be as professional as possible, didn't want to give her any ammo to make him seem like the bad guy. He was thinking then, way too much until he'd been shocked by the lukewarm liquid now dripping from his face.
"What the-"Dimitri stood quickly then, anger making his ears burn so much so he could barely make out the words the woman had angrily spat at him. "Coffee-"he was still astonished, wiping the water from his face with his shirt, exposing the six pack beneath. She was swaying off away, real properly satisfied with herself and what she'd just did he bet. Gianna was laughing, somewhat in a shocked and yet disappointed tone. Eyes were on him, some people having no shame in laughing and even some taking a few pictures. He was stuck between angry and embarrassed, his cheeks red as he was fuming then.
"Your fault," Gianna said as she wagged her finger at him, clucking her tongue in a disapproving manner. "And don't try to tell me it wasn't." She knew how Dimitri could be, sometimes his head far up his own ass he didn't know when he was being a charming flirt and an outright asshole.
"Don't-" he bashfully smiled, having to play off how badly is ego was bruised. "I tried to be nice. Isn't that what you told me to do?" Gianna had handed him a balled-up piece of tissue from his lunch.
"Me telling you to [I try] to be nice should be a hint that you're not really good in that department. What'd you say to the girl to get her riled up? This is an important opportunity Dimitri."
"Ah fuc-"Dimitri lowered his voice, grabbing his trash to dispose of as they'd started to walk out. "I did my best to clear the air. It'd so thick at the reading. You don't think I can work with someone who doesn't even want to speak to me? She's the one throwing a tantrum." His phone was buzzing in his pocket. He already could tell what was going on online, no doubt a video had been floating around of the situation.
"Hey," Gianna said as they exited the building, already getting into the car. "You need to work on your tone. If there are anymore-" Gianna was distracted by her phone vibrating. She'd also been getting lots of messages and a 'what the hell happened?' from both the director and John. "Oh great." Huffing out she pushed the phone into Dimitri's face. "Look at this! This is why I can't leave you alone." Rolling her eyes, she began to scroll down only to see more fiery pictures and videos of the duo. It didn't look bad, if anything Gianna was already working on how to spin the story. "You need to apologize." She finally curtly demanded toward the male.
Dimitri could hardly believe his ears, he was the one [I assaulted] physically at least. Had his words really got the woman that upset? Imagine how she'd react from his touch. Probably recoil in repulsion.
"Apologize," he snorted, "How do you suppose I am to go about that huh? Want me to get on my knees for the girl?"
"Oh c'mon, don't be a baby." Gianna was watching the video, laughing at them. It'd been nice in a way, seeing the look of surprise on Dimitri's face as the water hit him unexpectedly. "Look, we're going to start shooting in three days. Already next week we've got interviews booked. You need to learn and try [i harder],' she emphasized, 'to be nicer. Get the girl some flowers or something. I don't know, this is your mess to clean up this time." The car had pulled in front of his apartment, no paparazzi for now but they were sure to show up soon. Maybe he could beat them.
"Get her a card, flowers, anything - you're known to be a charmer yeah?" Snorting some he got out of the car, Gianna had forwarded over Emily's information.
"Flowers? Right, maybe get her a book on manner's." Gianna slammed the door shut, not wanting to hear anymore. He sighed and headed inside, head ducked to evade anyone. He nodded toward doorman, watching as the staff giggled behind his back cheekily. His hand held tight to his phone as he stared at Emily's number. "Apologize pft".
He was a real peice of work.
Sitting down, making himself known infront of Emily when all she wanted was peice and quiet.
A man who wanted to make his mark, to swear off that he wasn't one to be intimidated by the way of his movements.
Slowly pushing up his sleeves, showing off ink.
Running fingers through his hair.
Speaking in that tone of voice that only made Emily roll her eyes and scoff under her breath.
Her past was something no one would ever find out, or at least she hoped.
She had spent her whole life to get away from that environment and copius amount of drugs to make her forget.
It was something that would never ...ever come back out in the open and she swore on that.
How on earth, the girlfriend that was with Dimitri could put up with him, Emily would never know. Hell, she would shake her hand and wish her more than good luck to put up with that shmuck.
The only person he cared for was him and him alone.
[i "Hate me? Seems a bit much, a bit hypocritical."]
[b "Does it? ...Doesn't seem that way to me.."]
[i "How's you allowed to hate me without getting to know me and I do the same and yet I'm the bad guy? Must be quite the life, getting by on that cute little face yeah? Or maybe it's that mouth you got on you, God knows it's good for more than just yelling insults."]
[b "From what I recall, Dimitri, is it? You have never worked with me and speak on me not being a good actress. You, do not know me and if I have it my way..you never will..."] she replied, putting the fork into the salad bowl and kept those eyes upon him.
Oh, it took alot not to do certain things, wether it was to slap him or kiss those lips that made her want to bite down hard onto.
Still seated, Emily watched as Dimitri slowly got up, both hands upon the wooden table, arms tensing only to show off the muscle and Emily clenched her jaw, ears perked up as she listened to comments about her mouth and that she should get used to his vocal nature and grow brass balls other she would be a crying mess.
Narrowing her eyes, Emily slowly followed his motion and removed her pert ass up from the seat.
Leaning forward, faces close together - Emily's emerald green eyes kept on gazing into his own while her hand gripped the water bottle.
Smelling his cologue.
Eyes quckly drifting down, looking at mouth before looking back up - making deep eye contact.
[b "One, I have never had any complaints about this mouth of mine and secondly..."]
Leaning back, it was there that with a jolt of her hand - pressure squeezing the bottle that water escaped from inside and splashed all over Dimitri's face
[b "You're not as tough as you think you are. Next time it'll be hot coffee, not water. Watch what you say to me..."] she spoke one more, stepping away from the seat, turning and begun to walk away, putting her sunglasses back on.
His cheeks burned some and he paused mid chew to rub at his neck, sheepishly looking away from the woman. She had a temper, he could see that, and was surprised when he tried to decide whether between it was scary or attractive. Honestly, he found it to be a little of both and it was kind of cute the way her face twisted. How much weight did his words have for the female? Dimitri took another sip from the drink, rolling it in his mouth. It was becoming watered down from the ice melting, but still did the trick.
"Oh now," he started, but stopped not wanting to say something else to tick the girl off. He could see how she held that water bottle, threatening almost and he was positive with a little more pushing she would have no problem tossing it in his direction and not to cool him off. He cocked his head some, his tongue grazing his bottom lip as he watched Emily. Had it been anyone else, he would've reached out a hand to calm the person.
Hell, had it been his girlfriend Gwen he'd already have the woman in his hands, lips kissing hers to keep her silent knowing the anger would melt away just by his touch alone.
[I Smug], he'd admit that was the first time someone had dared to say that to his face. He didn't know until now how much his words truly had affected her. Had what he said really been that bad? He'd admit, he didn't really give her acting much credit, and it true maybe he indulged in the latest gossip about the woman, believing other people's words about how credible Emily was. It was true, he had judged her before he knew her, but he didn't think she was as innocent as she or her fans tried to paint her as. He knew there was something imperfect about the female. Everyone had secrets, even himself. His eyes were distant then, briefly thinking about his past - the side of him he had made sure to keep secret. That was the old him, the him before he'd taken his acting more serious. He had every opportunity to be successful and didn't allow himself to partake in such illicit activities anymore.
"Hate me? Seems a bit much, a bit hypocritical." His thick brows furrowed deep. "How's you allowed to hate me without getting to know me and I do the same and yet I'm the bad guy? Must be quite the life, getting by on that cute little face yeah? Or maybe it's that mouth you got on you, God knows it's good for more than just yelling insults." He'd hadn't meant the last line to come off as aggressively sexual as it had, a low blow for sure. The sandwich had all but disappeared at that point, now just scraps of crust and he'd a few fries left. The conversation had taken a nasty turn, he played with the fries and sighed out - this had surprisingly turned out how he assumed it would.
He could see Gianna from the corner of his eyes, hear the sound of her heels already coming closer. [I Shit,] if she saw the woman in the state she was he'd have a lot to answer for. Gianna was like that at times, sometimes treating him like a young child that wouldn't comply. Funnily enough the woman was three years younger than him. Him twenty-eight, shy of the dirty thirties being told what to do and how to do it. Though young, she was the best at her job, born from a family of the industry. He'd no doubt in her work ethic.
"Look," he whispered as he started to wipe his hands off and get up, casually his leg had brushed against hers before he came to a stand. He bent over, his arms tensing as they pressed against the table. He was close then, not wanting anyone to hear but from the outside the exchange could be seen as something [I friendly]. Licking his lips, the smell of his cologne now overpowering the sweet floral scent of the woman's, he continued, "I suggest you get used to how I talk or else you'll be blubbering every second of filming. Yeah?"
This was nice.
Time alone, no one calling her, no one ordering her around. no meetings, it was just her, alone on a bench seat by a table in the sun about to eat her food that she was craving for.
People were around, talking and being social but did not disturb the actress as they knew, she did iundeed like her privacy.
Privacy that was soon disturbed by a voice of man, a movement of a man opposite her.
[i "Mind if I sit?"]
[b "You have got to be joking..."] she replied, raising an eyebrow before she took, like Dimitri - took off her sunglasses as placed them down slowly upon the wooden table and looked straight ahead.
Food not getting colder as it already was, Emily watched as he pushed up his sleeves, showing off tattoo's - simply not going to take no for an answer.
So much for being alone.
There were thoughts in her mind though that slowlt crept in, wanting to know if there was ink on his body for real.
During his movies that she had seen, they either had been airbrushed out or by using CGI.
A thought she wanted to know and pushed aside as her hatred for him was more than lust....or so she thought.
[b "What do you want?.."] she spoke once more.
[i "Look, "I know, things aren't exactly peachy between us. However . . . I'm willing to try to be nice. If you, you know manage to behave. 'sides, there's nothing to hate me for anyways. Right?"]
With the rim of the bottle of water in her mouth that she was taking a sip from, Emily stopped at his words.
Keeping her eyes on Dimitri, Emily slowly moved the bottle back down onto the table.
[b "Me, behave? I wasn't the one who spilt my name over natonal televison and somewhat degraded me and my work ethic. If I choose to treat you like a smug prick, that you are..I have every right too.."]
Oh, the urge to splash water in his face.
[b "I have plenty, too hate you for..."] Emily replied, looking down, opening her meal and started to move the food around, trying to figure out where to start.
Dimitri finally spotted the woman, his eyes finding the peak of white at her lower back. He wondered if it'd be a good move to take a seat with the female and eat with her. A part of him screamed no, but then again, the other side of him thought maybe it would do them good. Gianna would tell him it was a good move on his end as far as press, they'd surely eat it all up and there was someone always on set desperate enough to send pictures to the magazines. You couldn't trust everyone, a lot of people would lie for any set amount and pictures were sometimes worth more than words.
Breathing out he decide he wouldn't be a pussy. 'sides, he was just saying hello and making sure she knew she couldn't get to him. Well, he'd try his hardest to remain in a decent mood and there was nothing she could say that would make him regret taking on this role. Finally, he stood before the woman, with how tall he was he'd to look down at the female, his figure blocking off the sun's bright rays.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked, though didn't wait for her permission mostly some due to the fact his hands grew tired and cold from holding his lunch. Taking a seat, long limbs stretched under the table. He took a quick sip of the cold drink, wincing some as it went down. His hands reached up to place his sunglasses on the table. He'd already started eating his sandwich, popping a couple of fries into his mouth. He dusted his hands some, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt. It'd gotten too hot now and he wished he wore a short sleeve instead. Thick strong forearms gleamed in the sunlight, the tattoo peeking from the inside of his wrist. Often it was hidden by CGI or covered with makeup when in films. The tattoos were from a life before when he'd been more set on proving he could be a bad boy. Now famous, he did have to maintain some kind of a positive image. Though, when shirtless, other tattoos could be seen and a fair few amount of woman didn't care what the man had on his body, that'd proven evident after his last magazine photoshoot.
Sighing out Dimitri looked up to meet the woman's eyes, green orbs peeking through long dark eyelashes like shiny emerald stones. "Look," Dimitri started, trying to choose his words carefully in fear he would say something that could possibly start a fight - hell maybe if he said something she didn't like she'd toss that bottle of water in his direction. "I know, "he began again, "things aren't exactly peachy between us. However . . . I'm willing to try to be nice. If you, you know manage to behave." He smirked, though joking somewhat at least. He could already see a few eyes on them, trying to avert their gaze but keep their ears wide open hoping to lock in on any piece of gossip. Surely, she would play nice. "'sides, there's nothing to hate me for anyways. Right?"
When it comes to the Winthorpe fans, they are brutal if anything is said or done to hurt or emotionally destroy the Actress.
Emily could remember the night like it was yesterday. After the verbal slamming of the Actor, Emily took to social media and she stayed on it fora good hour, reading each and every single twitter and instagram posts from her fans - being brash and giving him a mean wake up call to Dimitri.
She loved her fans.
Millions of them defending her and yet of course there was the occasional one who defended the man's opinion.
That's all that it was.
Standing in line, hands on either side of her thighs, she tapped and tapped - waiting for her turn to order food.
She was hungry.
Her tummy growled and her blood boiled by being so close to the man that made her mad.
[b "Just get the food...and walk away..."] she muttered to herself quietly, stepping forward as one person would get there order and wander off to the picnic like tables to eat.
Ordering a Cajun salad and a bottle of water, Emily reached out - grabbed the food and stepped out of line and wandered to the seat outside in the sun.
Looking around from behind her sunglasses before placing that ass on a seat.
Fingers through her long hair, sitting up straight - letting the rim of the tight pants creating a pocket loose against her lower back that one could veiw the white lace thong if they looked down.
She would try to distance herself from him throughout this movie.
Only be near him when she had too - even then, she knew it was going to be a struggle.
Dimitri could remember the night of the interview fondly and sure, the male had a few too many in the backroom while waiting to go on set. He hadn't meant, entirely at least, to mention the female by name. But, what could he do? Once the words had stumbled out of his mouth like a drunk from a bar at last call, he knew it was too late and he couldn't take them back. Anyways, he was always a man of his word. Sometimes he had no filter and found his words did have some negative effect on people. Let's just say not that many people were fans of him the following night, her fans dashing to their social media apps to bad mouth him in his comments. Hell, there were even front-page stories about them in magazines, some outright lies - he'd been one of her latest lovers and they'd had a nasty breakup and other wild tales like that that made absolutely no sense. He snorted at the thought, the idea of being anywhere in Emily's space with such intimacy. A roll of his eyes though and he recognized that was the very act of this movie.
They'd be sharing space, touching and kissing, press tours and the such. He swallowed thickly, not sure just how well this would work out. He knew though, this was about his craft and his career. He wouldn't let the little prissy woman stop him from a chance at greatness. Though he admitted that already he was unsure how to navigate around her, and even seeing her standing in line for catering was stressing him out. He'd need a cigarette. Trying not to make direct eye contact with the woman he couldn't help but admire her beauty, the way her hips curved some as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the line moved. His eyes traced the length of her spine as it peeked from the crop top she wore. Even from afar, his hands to his side he could tell how smooth she was and damnit if he didn't wonder what it was like for the many lovers that had graced her bed, had the chance to hold the female close.
Smirking some he continued until he was at the front register. He'd order something light, a sandwich and some fries, making sure to add a drink on the side. He began toward the tables that were set up, nodding and waving to few of the cast mates. He'd wondered if he'd see the female, maybe give in to being cordial, say a quick hello.
Their meeting earlier had been a bit brief and cold, even with the small sneaks he threw her way. Pushing his sunglasses up to hide in his hair he searched for the familiar head of blonde hair. "Nice," he whispered to himself," just be nice."
The lines that were re-written were actually alot better than the first time round.
How she would portray them when the camera's rolling was one thing but right now - there in that room doing the reading, all Emily did was speak the words, however halfway through - she made it sound a little more serious, as there was some truth to it.
Dimitri, humilated her on live television with answering a question that made her, and the public gasp.
It wasn't an answer that was simply shrugged off or an [i "I dont know"] or [i "I cannot think of anyone.."]
Instead, Dimitri had the balls to open his gob and speak Emily's name as the one person who would most like not to work with.
People knew some details on her life.
The failed marriage that only lasted a good 72 days.
The numerous dates and lovers she had taken but luckily no one knew about her alcohol dependency, the drugs she often took to make her feel better and make her forget about her past before she became America's sweetheart.
Everyone had their flaws, unfortunatly for Emily, it was always 1st page news.
Leaning back after her lines were over, Emily looked across the table and stared upon Dimitri who took it upon himself to continue straight after, like a good actor should.
However, his voice and the way he spoke those words made her eyes narrow as she knew, there was definate truth behind his speech.
This movie was going to be uncomfortable.
How did the crew and the director honestly expect the two to get along after all the bullshit?
Emily was a professional - she would find a way and have to endure it.
[i "You want to be miserable, that's your choice, but I'm not going to let you lie about your feelings."]
Raising an eyebrow, Emily grew to dislike the man more and more but there was something about him that made her feel....something that was strange and foreign to her.
Turning head, breaking the gaze - Emily looked at John. [b "Coffee. This is going to take a while and all my effort not to lunge at the smug bastard. Maybe just a dash of Kaluha.."] she spoke in a whisper, John nodding and slowly getting up to get what his client asked for. Emily was one to get ugly when pissed off or mad and John always did everything in his power to make her happy.
A couple of hours had gone by and finally, the reading was done for the time being.
Eily held her own and was a good girl although the urges of kicking Dimitri's ass for being unkind were stll there.
The movie, Emily knew was going to be a hit and win awards, but at what cost?
The ongoing hatred for the two was not going to make this easy.
Standing up and out from her seat by the round table, it was not long until Emily without John made her way outside to the Catering truck.
John was speaking for the Director.
Standing infront of the truck, Emily bit her lower lip and stood there, waiting her turn in line - happy but the happiness soon faded when Dimitri came into veiw - having the same idea for wanting food as she.
Emily rolled her eyes and looked away, waiting for her turn patiently.
This could not get any worse.
Dimitri couldn't hide his smirk, a little chuckle brushing passes his lips as he sipped from the bottle of sparkling water Gianna had got him. The taste of coffee slowly was disappearing, he was growing a bit hungry though. Nimble digits tapped against the pages. Jacqueline looked across the table at him, her smooth brown skin brightening some with the red blush that spread from her cheeks. She played with a strand of dark black curly hair, which bounced back into its spiraled shape. She had to have rewrote some of these lines, there was no way she could accurately depict how both the actor and actress felt about each other. Cheeky.
She wasn't terrible, Emily that is, though Dimitri did feel there were little things she could work on. It'd be different when on set. Here he just couldn't get a feel for the woman. Respect. That's what this would be about. He was never one for being rude to fellow crewmates. He wondered some, if the rumors in the tabloids were true. There had been a fair share of stories about the actress and the struggle that had been her life. He knew of the failed marriage, the alleged affairs. He could admit he shared that with the female, constantly being in the spotlight and having to deal with trying to keep your life a secret. Being famous meant having to sacrifice privacy though; the good, the bad, and the ugly.
"Hm?" Dimitri cleared his throat and reached out for the script, bending the spine and resting it in his lap. He leaned back some. He'd noticed the way her words faltered, her voice becoming tight with the actual disdain she held for him. The scene was set in front of a restaurant, night time and obviously like real life the two characters didn't get along, probably a whole love hate thing going on as the plot. Darryl, he snorted and resisted rolling his eyes, it definitely was the name of someone maybe just a bit down on his luck in the lady department.
"With a personality as ugly as yours it makes sense that you're single." It started to make sense now, the plot briefs he had a few weeks ago. The female was his senior, his boss to some sense and he had a crush on her. Of course she did not feel the same, in the beginning. "I think you're a bitch on purpose Helena. You act this way, rude and cruel with no regard for others in the hopes it will keep people away. I know you've been hurt before, I was there: remember? I was there picking up the pieces of your trash of a life, littering any space you walked in." In the scene he was directed to edge close to her, his voice dropped to a whisper and for once he looked up at Emily. "You want to be miserable, that's your choice, but I'm not going to let you lie about your feelings."
[center [b _]]
The reading had gone on for a couple of hours, Jacqueline there to answer any questions and making notes to some things she wanted to change, and some things noted by Mark. The film did have promise, a true romance through and through with enough to make you cry. He'd no doubt it was bound for an award, but he did admit to himself it would be hard to get through the romance scenes with the woman.
Sighing out with tiredness Dimitri was just happy they were taking a break. There was catering next door for the crew and the actors. He happily accepted the offer, taking a stand.
"I'll come soon," Gianna said. "Just need to go over a few loose ends regarding your contract." Dimitri nodded, not needing any more time to waste. Lunch awaited.
And she thought she was going to be late.
Arriving just in the nick of time, Emily smiled and was welcomed warmly to which, she respected and showed off her big thanks for her being chose to take on this role.
A role that was made just for her and she was looking forward to it all.
[+green "So happy, you are here. Can we get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?"]
Placing her handbag down onto the table before taking a seat, Emily nodded at the offer.
[b "A coffee would be great, thank you..."] she replied, taking a look around, not seeing a single speck of Dimitri.
Was he even in this reading?
Did he even accept the movie gig? - after all, he was the one that said he would never work with her, and now look.
It was only a few minutes later that Emily turned her head and started to speak to one of the writers about the work that had been done, tat the door to the room opened up and inside - wandered in a woman who was statuesque, tall - somewhat pretty, but the man of the hour was not at behind.
The room fell silent for a brif second until it was broken by a name, she did not know.
The woman's name no doubt - however, Emily could not look way from the man that gave her grief, the man who made it known that he was not a fan of hers.
Handsome indeed. A man she would take a second look at if he wandered down the street and passed by her.
Taller than she expected and a lot more masculine, a body that could pick her up like she was nothing but a feather.
[+red "Alright,"] Mark spoke on, after giving Emily the coffee she longed for. Hopefully it cured the hangover, but only time would tell. [+red "Let's get to it. We have a lot of work to do. Grab a script."]
Reaching forward, Emily didn't speak a welcome or a gesture of a hello to Dimitri, as he ignored her like the plague.
Grabbing the script, flicking through the pages - her eyes began to read the words and noticed their was a kissing scene at the beginning to which she rolled her eyes.
The last thing she wanted was to be kissing the guy so early on, but work was work, right?
[i "Looks like, you're up..."] Dimitri spoke towards Emily.
That was it?
That was the first thing he said to her?
Running fingers through her long hair, Emily bit her lower lip and tilted her head down - reading the lines first quickly before starting all over again - this time, opening her mouth and letting her voice ring out.
Letting the actress come through and made it as believable as she could.
[b “Well, you know, I have to admit that I appreciate your directness, Darryl, and I will try to be as direct and honest with you as I possibly can be. I think-no, I am positive-that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. You know, in the short time we’ve been together you have demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the male personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you’re morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humor, and you smell. You’re not even interesting enough to make me sick.”]
Well fitting speech to a man like him.
There was some truth to it. It was halfway through the lines that her voice somewhat changed, it almost became real as she was feeling that right then and there for him.
[b "Batter up....."] she spoke once more - taking a delicious sip of her coffee, a soft smile behind the mug.
Dimitri woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. Groggy still, he reached over for the black device vibrating madly on his dresser.
"Yes?" He slurred out, turning onto his back to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.
"Up and at 'em Dimitri" Gianna's voice rang through. She was always chipper, running on Starbucks coffee made it even easier. "You got thirty minutes before the car's there." He groaned recalling he had the reading today with Miss Winthrope. He was not looking forward to it.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be ready."
"Black and . . ."
"Splash of milk," Gianna finished off for the male. They'd been working together for the last four years, there was no doubt he'd remember everything about him. Hell, they were even the same blood type. Hanging up the phone, Dimitri sat up, stretched a bit before starting to get out of bed. Throwing the white sheets off of him, the six-foot-tall male stood tall in the bedroom. He didn't have the time for his morning run, but it was just a sacrifice for his work. Running his hands through tangled hair, he hurried to the bathroom. Automatic lights sprang on at his entrance, he turned on the water in the shower and started inside.
Letting his head down he relaxed at the soft pounding of the water. [I Romance]. He'd not really been one for romance. It was true in most of his action films he had some little bits of romantic and sexual scenes, but never was it the focus of his films. Action and drama had always been his forte since his younger years in school.
Finally stepping out of the shower he dried off and make quick to get ready. If there was one thing about Gianna, it was that she hated being late.
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"Two minutes," Gianna muttered, poking out her lips, staring at Dimitri over cat eyed sunglasses. Manicured nails gripped tight his cup of coffee as she held it out to him. Dimitri rolled his eyes.
"You're timing me now?" He chuckled halfheartedly as he adjusted the black long sleeve shirt, the sleeve now pushed up mid elbow. He graciously took the coffee, wincing some at the heat but easing up to it no time.
"I always need to time you, you're so slow sometimes. All that energy you put into working out and you still manage to strut with the pace of a sloth." She smirked and brushed her hair back. "We're still on time though, of course, I always make sure to add an extra thirty minutes because of you."
"Well it's not like I'm incredibly happy to be in the same presence-"
"Dimitri," Gianna whispered. The woman was a bit paranoid, she always felt like someone - [I anyone] was listening. "I already had to do a lot of damage control because of the Fallon interview. Tight lips eh?" Dimitri's cheeks burned some and he smirked devilishly. How ironic the very woman he vowed he'd never want to work with was now going to be sharing the same space as him for nearly half a year.
"Right," he curtly responded before turning his attention to his phone.
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Dimitri opened the door, watching Gianna's hourglass frame walked inside the building. He slid his phone into the pocket of his dark black jeans. A couple of trips up the elevator and eventually they'd arrive.
"Gianna," Mark, the director, mentioned with a smile. He stood up and hugged the female. "Dimitri! Glad to have you."
"Always a pleasure," Dimitri stated, glazing over the room. He could see a few familiar faces and he'd worked with Mark before on an earlier project. This was why it wasn't that hard for the man to make a decision who he wanted his lead male to be.
His eyes finally landed over Emily, natural beauty alright. Her strawberry blonde hair framed her face perfectly, sunglasses sitting on the table.
"Alright," Mark started, "let's get to it. We have a lot of work to do. Grab a script." He motioned toward the stack in the middle. Grabbing the thick block of words, he sunk into a seat beside Gianna. He'd knew the story fairly from what Mark had mentioned. He was sure Jacqueline; the screenwriter had made some changes in the last month though. He looked through some of the first pages, setting the scene. He of course couldn't help but roll his eyes at the kissing scenes. Trivial, though a decent plot. Dimitri did long for something different, a surprise. But, it was a romance. That was easy enough right? He just didn't have much faith in Emily's acting.
"Looks like you're up," he mumbled in the direction of Emily.
It was with a flick of her wrist that a script, filled with pages of words that were carefully thought out along with actions that were chosen by the writers; landed dead set in the centre of the mahogany round table.
Emily sat upon a cushioned chair and kept quiet. Eyes glancing at her Agent to stood on the opposite side along with the Director who made sure this role, was written just for her.
He knew about her life behind the camera.
He knew about the drinking, the constant coming and goings of men who were only there for comfort and nothing more, but he also knew what kind of effect Emily had the moment she was behind the screen.
It was the paparazzi, unable to give her the freedom and space she craved for, but then again, this was the life she chose, right?
She was epitome of beauty, grace, talent.
The camera loved her.
The critics loved her.
[+green "So? What do you think?..."] John spoke. John, being her Agent, never gave up on Emily. An older man, the girl was like a daughter and took care of her despite putting him through hell with the poor judgements she made.
[+red "There is still work to be done, but you can see what we are going for..."] the Director spoke as he took a seat.
[b "It's good. It does need a little tweaking but I think it has potential. It's well written, I'd love to do it..."] Emily spoke, turning the chair with a swing of her hips and reached into her purse, pulling out a small bottle of gin to which she opened up, hearing the click of the safety lock. [b "So, who is my leading man?.."]
The Director who was well known in his own right, kept his eyes on Emily as she took off the lid to the bottle and raised up, downing the gin, emptying it with two gulps.
Only silence for a few seconds before sighing, Emily completely oblivious to it all.
It was then he spoke the same of her new leading man.
A man who was tall, handsome as hell, a man who had a flare for action as he was the new and held the name of James Bond.
[b "You're joking right? ... He is a action star, he wouldn't know romance even if it bit him in the ass.."]
[+green "He, like many stars are open to new genres..."]
[b "It's like me going into action movies. It doesn't fit..."]
[+red "I think you'd be good at it..."]
[b "You, John...have to say that. It's what I pay you for...dammit. Dimitri. Really? You did see his interview on Fallon right?"]
[+red He recanted that statement.."]
[b "Fallon asked who was a person he would never want to work with. He said my name.."]
Over a while of debating, Emily was made to think twice about her opinion and several valid points were made.
It came to an end where a pen rested in between her fingers and a scribble was marked on the contract.
3 months would be spent in Africa, but for now, the final touches to the script and a reading had to be done.
The two had to meet and form a bond, to which Emily was not looking forward to.
Romance and Drama.
Emily could easily pull this off, but the man ? .... he had no hope...
Over the coming weeks, the final touches were completed and it was on a Wednesday morning tat Emily woke up in her penthouse loft and got ready to attend the first reading.
Hungover and dreading this, she did what she had too.
The last thing she wanted to do was meet the man who publically state that he one person he never wanted to work with..was her.
However, it was a job, she had to be professional and professional she would be.
With John picking her up, together they drove along the freeway to the city and parked the car in the lot and got out - wandering to the reading room to begin the movie that would change her life...and Dimitri's - and they did not even know it.
Running fingers through her strawberry blonde hair, long and in loose curls - Emily removed her sunglasses as she entered the room - showing off that face. A face natural - freckles with only a hint of lipgloss and mascara.
Wearing tight jeans with rips in the fabric and a white shirt - tied up showing off her midriff - Nike sneakers upon her dainty feet - she smiled as she was welcomed by the Director and the writers.
A welcome, she returned.
Dimitri snarled at as another flash went off. His hand reached up for the sunglasses perched on his head, untangling from thick dark black strands that quickly fell into his face. He'd not been used to this. He'd managed to evade the paparazzi on the islands when on vacation with his then girlfriend. It was complicated now though, every month they had a fight when he was due to film. She always moved out, ignored his calls. He'd send her roses, they'd argue again and then he'd go over to her apartment, grab her by the back and all would be forgotten. Emily was fussy like that, driven by jealousy and lust.
Now was time to get back to work and back to reality. What with his new film coming out they'd be following him all day.
"C'mon guys, space to breathe," he bellowed. His voice was smooth and husky, a grin toying at his lips. Closely he followed his bodyguard until they'd reached the door of the building that led to his sweet. [I One question, just answer - Dimitri is it true. . .] Words and questions about future projects and rumors were bounced from lips to his ears. He tried to answer them all, anything to get them to leave. He knew; however, they'd stay until the evening. That's when they ran off downtown, hoping to catch a celebrity coming out of a restaurant or bar, even better if they were with someone they shouldn't. It didn't matter though, a few pictures would be taken, a story very innocent would be flipped into something spicier and on the headline would be some unsuspecting director accused of cheating with his screenwriter.
"How do you feel about working with the Sweetheart?" A woman with dark hair and plump pink lips asked him, holding her camera to her face. She was young, probably and intern. Dimitri rolled his tongue in his mouth, trying to find the right words. He was glad his dark black sunglasses hid him rolling his dark brown eyes. Furrowing thick brows, he finally managed to form a sentence. "Hopefully my experience with her is . . . pleasant. That's all guys, goodnight." He waved them off, glad to be inside.
"Fuck," he spat out, tending to a text from his assistant. Speaking of this [I sweetheart], he was due to meet with her for a reading tomorrow morning. He really wasn't a fan of the actress and had he no faith in the film, he would've gave them the ultimatum to keep him or get rid of her. What was he to do thought? This film was made for him. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the button for the top floor as he stepped into the elevator. In a few short months they were due to start filming in Africa. He knew he had to get along with her, but it was no secret he didn't think they wouldn't hit it off.
Sighing, the man ignored the annoyance caused at thinking about it. He unlocked the front door to the exquisite place of residence and headed toward the bedroom. He needed a shower and to rest before dealing with the dragon in the morning.
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