When Everything Fails (De Chavez #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE 

TWO WEEKS had passed since the last time I talked to Quincy. This was our last day to shoot the series before it was called a wrap-up. Quincy needed to go to Denmark to talk to her boyfriend about the plan she laid on the table for me to get out of my misery. She said that I needed to wait until everything was under control. I couldn't help but scoff thinking of that word since we will never get a hold of the media who was constantly snooping about some information in my life.

Father was good at it. Before I entered the industry, he made sure that all the pictures or information about me on social media were deleted— including some photos of me and Kei in some sort of school events. He knew that they will dig into the deepest shit of the web to gather information about me and I wasn't at all anxious about it. Let them see what a wonderful life I had when I was in high school when I was the carefree competitive girl who was much in love with her rival. That would be a swoon-worthy love story of mine— not when my fans were up to pair me with the man they all assumed I was into. That idea pebbled goosebumps in my arms, making me shiver a bit.

I tried to ward off the idea of me and Roi in another series or movies or other acting projects. I can barely pass a commercial shoot with him, let alone acting projects again. However, I had no say in what management decided for my career. I was still starting and the road ahead was a bit rocky for us as a rookie. According to my manager, she said that a few projects were lined up for me. I asked which of which I didn't need a leading man but all of the projects lined up were me paired with Roi Vazquez. I didn't like the idea of having him around especially that I was trying to get back to Kei.

Some people got drowned in their ideals. I didn't want to disappoint them during the long run because of the impossible things they tended to dream about me and Roi. However, I knew that this industry was uncharted territory and despite growing up with an actor, I was still clueless on how things work. I talked to Roi regarding the projects lined up for us and he had no problem with it. He liked what he was doing, I guessed. I tried to dissuade him to accept the projects but the prick just gave me a smile full of mischief and said that I should get used to him around since we will be having each other in the long run.

I didn't want a long run. The idea of being in the industry put me at edge. Despite the attempts of giving my father a signal that I wasn't for this crap, he didn't give a shit to what I said or implied. He just wanted me in his world despite the talons of utter resentment that constantly thrashing me inside. Never did he heed attention to what I wanted. He always said that I'd learn to love the industry during the long run. He was much happy and proud of me when the series topped in rating. I couldn't help but utter solid profanity to the goddamn fate that started to play with me.

"Ready for the kissing scene, hotcake?" Roi popped beside me. He plopped on the chair next to me and looked at the mirror, the makeup artist was busy doing my face.

I cringed at his endearment, "We don't have to kiss." I rolled my eyes, "There's what they call camera angle." I made the air quote.

"That's so boring!" He groaned, "You know, I am a great kisser. I'll make you feel good with my tongue—"

"Oh, come on!" I rolled my eyes, "Even if I agree to an on-screen kiss, I wouldn't allow you to shove your tongue in my mouth. That's so gross."

He scoffed, "You know, many women want me for my skills."

I rolled my eyes— that was my default reaction when I was talking to Roi. His presence irked the hell out of me I wanted to rip his annoying face.

"You're too full of yourself, Roi." I looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"Try me?" He challenged.