He is the hottest actor in the world, while she is the hottest model in the world linked by a past of lies and betrayals. Will they be able to live together because of an exchange contract of fame and money without feelings taking over?
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When you awoke the next morning, you were alone. Your eyes were met with the Romanian sunrise, blinking quickly. The bed was disheveled and the headache was evident in the back of your skull. Closing your eyes, you rubbed your face, realizing what happened last night. You could still taste the wine staining your lips mixed with him. As you brought your fingers to your swollen lips, the memories crashed together, sending you through an instant replay.
The moans. The touches. The laughter.
It took everything in you to not just break down and cry. Everything felt normal last night, like the conflicts that had arisen between you two never existed. You were Sebastian and Y/N, everyone's favorite couple, but deep down, lovers who couldn't stand to be away from one another.
Checking the time, you realized you had two hours to shower and get ready for the photo shoot this morning. Pushing a groan from between your lips, you threw the blankets off and dashed over to your suitcase to retrieve your clothes. Hopping into the shower, you turned on your playlist and ran through a few songs before getting out. Blow drying your hair, you sprayed on some perfume, knowing that the makeup artists on the set of the shoot would have their way with you.
As you were coming out of the bathroom, preparing to enter the living room, you heard his voice. Stopping in your tracks, he was on the phone with someone. Knowing that you shouldn't pry, you hid behind the corner and listened.
"Yeah, sweetie, everything's fine. I'll be home soon... I know." He trailed. Peering around the wall, he was seated on the couch, a pillow and blanket beside him.
He left the bed last night.
"I love you too, Alejandra."
Fucking ouch.
Sinking your teeth into your lip, now you understood why he said last night was a mistake. He had already moved on. It all made perfect sense now. When you saw him toss his phone to the side, you quickly walked out and made your way over to the fridge, pulling it open to grab a bottle of water.
"Y/N?" Sebastian asked. You chose to ignore him, unscrewing the cap off of the water bottle and chugging it, your throat suddenly dry as the desert. His eyebrows knitted as he stared at you. "I think we need to talk about last night." He muttered.
He fucking called you baby last night. Who the hell does he think he is?
"No," You stated. "We have nothing to talk about because apparently last night meant absolutely nothing to you." Your voice trailed, the anger dripping from your vocal cords. Sebastian let out a groan and rubbed his face with his hands.
Tears threatened to spill, but you quickly wiped your eyes before Sebastian could see it.
"It meant something to you?" Sebastian questioned under his breath.
