꧁Iʂʅαɳԃ Iɳ Tԋҽ Sυɳ / Iɱαɠιɳҽʂ꧂

I made you

ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ

You opened the bottle of wine, poured yourself a glass, lit up a cigarette, and peacefully sat on the chair next to your balcony. You didn't know how he was going to react, or how the conversation was going to end, the only thing you knew is that it was going to be bad, messy, and loud.

You heard the door opening and the keys clicking, luckily you'd finished smoking, you had a lot to say.

"I brought dinner," Rudy walked to the kitchen.

"Hello to you too," you said with sarcasm.

"Hi," he smiled.

"How was your day?" you filled your glass again.

He raised his shoulders, "It was good, I guess,"

You nodded, "So Jake called me today,"

"I thought they would tell you until next week,"

"He didn't call about the audition,"

He frowned confused, "Is everything okay?" Rudy knew your agent only called you for work, he was very strict about getting too attached with all the people he managed.

"No," you took a large sip of the red liquid, "Apparently he overheard a phone call you had with your agent the other day, good to know you were gonna break up with me tomorrow,"

Rudy sighed and rubbed his face, "Y/N-"

"Save it," you cut him off, "You know, when we agreed to this whole 'fake dating' thing I never expected it to last forever, but I thought the end was gonna be better than just you finding a replacement,"

"I'm not replacing you,"

"I know, because let's be honest the only thing that's gonna come out of that is the end of your career," you crossed your legs, "We did a background check on her," you chuckled, "Poor thing is gonna get canceled a million times,"

"You're lying,"

"I wished I was, but I mean, misogyny, racism, cultural appropriation, and god knows what else the fans are willing to find because we found this in less than two hours, imagine what a person with nothing better else to do will," you grinned.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you have no idea how brutal the internet is gonna get, not only will it affect her reputation and yours, it will affect the whole cast, the whole show even,"

"You don't know that,"

"But I do though, this isn't my first rodeo," you stood up, "Things are about to get real ugly, and you should start feeling really sorry for yourself, Outer Banks season one? Yeah, that was the peak of your career,"

"This is gonna affect you too,"

"Me? No, I'll be okay, in fact, I'll be better, you've given me everything I need for my next album,"

"Then why do you care?"

"Because I care about you idiot," you sissed, "I mean, really? That's it? You're gonna sacrifice your future for some director's assistant?"

"You don't know her," he squinted his eyes.

"I don't have to, sooner or later you're gonna realize that you're starting to the date yourself,"

He grimaced confusedly.

"Oh, don't act all innocent on me now, do I need to bring back the fact that you started dating me for popularity? Because don't forget, I made you," you pointed at your chest, "I was the one who took you out that Friday night two years ago, and suddenly, you were in every headline, the success of your show wouldn't've happened if it weren't for me producing the soundtrack, who do you think made the fucking phone calls for you to get more solo interviews? Without me, you wouldn't've gotten that part in the new Milano's movie and you know it," you got close to him, "And you're throwing all of that away just so you can fuck some white chick who's gonna dump you when she gets enough popularity,"