It's Just Pretend ✔️

Chapter 27

Wearing some tight black jeans with a green satin shirt. A necklace hidden underneath it. The man on stage started talking, and I checked out my hair in the mirror before he called my name. Walking on stage with a big smile the live audience erupted into cheers as I shook Mr. Mason's hand.

He pointed to the chair and I sat down smiling wide. "So how have you been?" He asks sitting in his own spot. "Busy" I keep it simple and he smiles. "So as we all know you're the lead role in the new upcoming superhero movie," he states the obvious and I nod.

"Do you know the name of this said movie yet?" He asks and I open my mouth to say something, but immediately shut it. "You're trying to get me fired before we even finish filming" I laugh.

"Darn" he sighs not getting anything from me. "Is there anything you can tell us?" He asks and I look up to think. "my character is an actual idiot- so not very different from me" I laugh getting the rest of them to laugh.

This is so awkward. I was literally just insulting myself. It's not that funny. "Well anyways I think we need to give the viewers what they really want," he grunts and I raise an eyebrow. "And that is?" I ask.

He stands in front of me before leaning over. "Well I'm honored sir but no thanks" I joke getting a chuckle. "We just have to give the viewers the view they were expecting" he smiles unbuttoning two of the buttons on my shirt.

I smile relaxing against the chair. "Oh yeah, I bet they would love to see my chest" I joke pulling at my shirt causing them to go crazy which was very surprising. "How do you do it. The body. Everybody wants to know" he leans closer touching his own stomach.

"Daily workouts, pretty intense ones too and just eating healthy" I shrug. "I think you should do a spin for us" he gives me a hopeful smile and I roll my eyes but stand.

Walking forward I do a little spin my arms out. The camera zooming in on me. "Come on Zachary, you know what they all want to see" he pulls at his own jacket.

"Fine... just the shirt and it's going back on afterward. I should get paid for this. Feel free to throw your money on the stage" I wink feeling like an absolute stripper. The lights dim as suggestive music starts to play, it takes everything I have not to roll my eyes.

I facepalm but unbutton the last button making the people in the audience scream. Mr. Mason slid onto the floor and was pretending to take pictures. This dude was really prepared for this shit.

I should have known by now. They all want to see my body. I slipped the satin fabric off and spin around again slower this time, smiling at the audience.

"Are they even real?" He asks as the lights come up and the music stops. "Well yeah I worked hard for this, don't you dare make rumors about my biceps being fake" I flex them and he nods going to write it down. "Do. Not. Make. Rumors. About. Muscles" he repeats out loud.

Why the fuck did I agree to this. These are so boring and just awkward. I continue to smile but flip my shirt back on buttoning it up. Leaving the two buttons undone because it was a more relaxed look and it's what I usually do.

I sit down and look back over to Mr. Mason who was trying to flex his nonexistent muscles. "well since we aren't going to get anything about the movie let's talk about Damien" he leans forward on his hands as I raise my eyebrows.

"Well, what do you want to know?" I ask knowing I wouldn't give much away. "Well how long have you guys been dating now," he asks and it takes me a bit to think. "A little over a year" In reality like five months.

"Oh how sweet seems like just yesterday you were melting all our hearts, what does your boyfriend do for work?" He asks and I shake my head. "Damien isn't big on the publicity, he doesn't really want his life out there.

"We've noticed" Mr. Mason sighs sitting back. "Trust me my team had been doing some digging" he laughs and I freeze not letting it show on my face. "We literally couldn't find anything on the man" he continues.

"I can thank mother and father for that" I laugh and he leans over punching my arm. I hate this man. Like a lot. "Well then can we at least know his age?" He pries and I shrug. "Twenty-six," I say easily.

"And you are turning twenty-five this year, correct?" He questions me. Guess he did some sort of research. I nodded my answer. Wow, this is a boring conversation. "Are there any wedding bells in the future?" Mr. Mason continues to pry and I tighten my grip on my knees.

"It's too early to think about that- I mean some people might go for it earlier but I've- I just- haven't really thought about it" I fumble over words as the host grows upset knowing he wasn't getting to me. I need to calm down or I might slip up.

"Well do you imagine yourself with him forever," he asks and I nod. "We promised each other. Well, I guess most couples do but we promised we would be together forever, no heartbreak involved. I would really like it if we would keep that promise" I reply extremely embarrassed.

There's a bunch of awws and Mr. Mason rubs his hands together.  "Well then who's last name are we taking here Mr. Tatton," he asks and I open my mouth to fumble out random words.

"Uh- no. You're just trying to get me to say his last name" I catch on and he sits back down obviously getting irritated. Shouldn't have invited me I'm not going to break that easily.

The rest of the show was him making stupid jokes. Why do people do this? Like some people are funny but this dude has literally just been harassing me.

"And that's it! We will see you all next time!" Music starts to play as he waves and I give the camera and audience a peace sign. The lights go dark and I quickly stand wanting out of here.

"Thanks for coming Zachary, you are welcome back anytime- wear less clothes" he jokes and I smile awkwardly. "Yeah" I answer unsure.

He pats my lower back and I cringe. "Hands off please," I attempt to stay polite before walking off. I could feel his stare and shiver. What a fucking pervert. Immediately my phone is buzzing and I pull it out to see my dad's contact.

"Hello?" I say into the phone and I can instantly hear Dad chuckling. "Good job bud kept everything a secret. I'm so proud of you." He tells me and I nod still walking, wanting out of this building.

"My son is so hot! And he's going to get married! I'm going to plan the wedding now!" Mom was screaming in the background. "I just wanted to call and say good job. I need to go calm your mother now, love you son" he sighs probably looking at my mom.

"Love you too dad" I hang up and get into my car only for it to buzz again. Teddy bear? I answer the phone bringing it to my ear. "Damien?" I ask. "Hello darling, you did great on the show" I groan slouching down into my seat.

"No- you did not watch it" I cry. "I liked the part where you got flustered- the shirtless part was nice too, didn't really like the host. I'm sure he's nice, but he made things very awkward. You made it fun though" he tells me and I smile holding the phone close to my ear.

"The man is a pervert that we do not like" I tell Damien and I can practically hear him nodding. "Got it, we don't like him" he repeats and I nod. "Wait you said, pervert!? Did he touch you!" He asks timidly and I pout to myself.

"The whole shirt thing was not planned he literally just kind of undressed me and pressured me into doing the rest. Then afterward he was touching my back" I explain.

"That's not okay! I will- I don't know but I'm going to hurt him. Just watch I'll do it!" He shouts and I chuckle to myself. "No hurting anybody yet teddy bear" I coo into the phone.

"Why can't people keep their hands to themselves" he sighs and I shake my head not knowing the answer. "I'm not any better, I can't keep my hands off of you" I remind him but he quickly quiets me.

"I give you consent- you don't give them consent" he grumbles and I hum my response. "Well can I have consent to come over to your place- just one kiss and then I'll leave" I beg, pouting even though he couldn't see it.

"I'll send you my address it's about time you saw my awful place anyways" he sighs.

"So that means I get to stay longer than just a kiss?" I tease, excited to know more about him.

"Yes you can have two kisses"

"Three and that's final, love you, Damien!" I hung up right after.