Illicit Affair ||Pedro Pascal||

You Caught Me

I stayed at Pedro's house almost every night since he told me he didn't want me to see anyone else. He did offer to come to mine, but I preferred his place anyways. It was always nice and quiet. It felt like a warm blanket to be there, just me, him, and Oj. Every day either him or I would alternate between leaving through the front and back doors. After a few weeks it became a routine, one that I was happy with because I got to see him all the time.

We even started cooking together, it felt like we were a couple but with no label. We didn't need one, I knew what we were. A month rolled by and filming was halfway done. All of the major scenes had been knocked out, so now it was just the little things, the in between. I now had more days off than I used to, 70% of my scenes had been shot, so whenever I had free time I would be at Pedro's house.

I talked to Chloe often, mostly through text. She's gotten a lot more busier with modeling and our schedules hardly ever match up so that one of us could go visit the other. Oliver and I still keep in contact as well, I really wanted to hang out with him but ever since those pictures got out, I thought it'd be best to let the talk die completely before going out in public with him again.

After work I went straight to Pedro's place like I usually did and was greeted by Oj at the door. I picked him up and kissed his head as I walked over to the bedroom to put my stuff down. I set Oj on the bed and grabbed a change of clothes out of the drawer that Pedro had kept empty for me to put my stuff in. Not long after I got there, he did as well. I heard the front door open and close, and the rattling of his keys before he set them on the table in the foyer. "Hello?" He called out.

I picked up Oj once again and carried him over to where Pedro was. "Hellooo." I singsonged.

He gave me a peck on the lips, and scratched Oj's cheek. He asked me how my day was and I told him it was fine, then I asked him the same question and vice versa. We decided on ordering food that night since neither of us felt like cooking, and we sat in the living room watching Grey's Anatomy. I hadn't watched it in years and wanted to start it from the beginning, while Pedro had no choice but to watch along with me. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he would find himself getting invested in the show too.

Later that night we were laying in bed, and I thought about how it sucked that he and I never had the same days off as each other. And then I wondered; how many women has he actually brought back here? I know I've thought about it before and it didn't bother me then, but now that I feel like he and I kind of established a relationship of some sort, I wanted to know how many other people he's been with. So I asked him. "How many people have you dated?"

"Three." He answered.

Wow, only three in his lifetime? "I didn't know that, I thought it'd be more."

He laughed. "I'm not a relationship type of person."

My eyebrows scrunched together. "Why not?"

It was dark in his bedroom, but I could feel him shrugging his shoulders. "I always felt like...being in a relationship, while in the industry, is too much." He said. "Everyones attention is always on you, and if for some reason they don't like you or the person you're with, they won't stop saying that until the relationship is over." It made sense. That situation has happened to many famous couples. Their relationships may not have ended because of the negativity that erupted from fans, but it definitely didn't help. I didn't say anything else about the topic. "What about you?"

"Well I only dated two that really counted." I told him about my two ex-boyfriends. The one from high school, who I'm thinking about removing from the list since I was so young and I had no idea how relationships were supposed to work, and James.