MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

Enzo was with Pauline all through her stay at the hospital. He came back to the shooting after a week. The eventful journey wasn't free. He had to pay a healthy amount by way of compensation owed to the delays. The director even threatened to dismiss him although he thought over it later thanks to his enviroment's advice. At this stage of the production it was sure that Enzo was the right person to perform Pierre Ninot, the tormented musician.

His development on the musical had been astounding. He could sing like a nightingale and he was a superb pianist, they could save the singing and piano lessons. There was no actors like him. Enzo had not only stand the director slovakian's increisingly despot attitude. He had left Kevin in the middle of one of his tantrums and he didn't seem being in better mood when he came back to him. Enzo, sat fire when he met up again with him and with his powerful libido whispered with his sexy voice in his ear that they could forget about their arguments and fuck like a couple of beasts. Kevin couldn't resist.

- I'm making some tea. Would you like, honey?

- No, I don't want any tea. We must talk before.

- Talk? Wow, that novelty. But the chatting must be short. I'm dying to eat that cock once again.

- Whad do I mean to you?

- Oh, for Christ's sake. No, don't start with that shit.

- I'm just your stallion.

- What a nonsense you say, love. I can't get pregnant. Luckily... -he winked playful.

- You left me in a middle of a word when you run away. Why didn't you let me go with you to London?

- I shouldn't explain to you those things, silly boy. We are Pauline and I, nobody else. There's nothing personal against you.

- Am I not your boyfriend?

Enzo opened up his eyes wide inviting to explain because he didn't understand a thing.

- You might have a lot of lovers with whom you did whatever you felt like but I'm not one of those. Do you understand?

- What? You do whatever you like with me. I bury you with gifts, you are the most spoiled and wanted man of the planet earth, honey.

Kevin got rid of his embrace pushing him away. He jumped off the bed starting to get dressed while Enzo looked with silly smile his turn up and pale scottish ass.

- It's clear that either you don't get me or you refuse to get me.

- Oh Kevin, stop being so fucking boring. Come to bed. Now.

- Fuck off.

- Oh, please. I don't wanna argue. Come here, once and for all.

- I don't mean a thing to you! You only want me for sex.

- And what's wrong with that, jerk?

- Do you know what's wrong? I'm not going to bear it. You won't manipulate me as you please.

- I'm the best who happened to your life, asshole boorish from the Highlands!

- Don't you insult me!

Kevin's face was becoming red of rage, Enzo knew perfectly the signals. But he didn't frightened him.

- You are making things very easy for me! Nobody would complain about your life with me. You live like a fucking prince!

- You never consider my feelings. What I really like to do. You, you and then you again!.

- Of course, I'm paying the bills!