Illicit Affair ||Pedro Pascal||

I Think So.

A week passed, it was excruciatingly long. I fell into a routine where I would get up, feed Oj, go on set to film, come back to Pedro's house and go to sleep. It was so boring without him here, but finally it was the day he'd come home. He texted me before he got onto his plane, I spent the whole day—which I conveniently had off— cleaning up the house, tidying the bathroom and his bedroom. Those were the only two places I'd really been in over the past two weeks. Everywhere else was pretty much spotless, but I still made sure it looked good.

As I sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone, impatiently waiting for his arrival, I heard the door handle wiggle. The front door creaked open, and there he was with his luggage rolling alongside him. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and black sweatpants, a comfy casual look for the long flight he had just been on. A brown jacket was hung over his arm, I noticed he was wearing his glasses, which made me smile even bigger. I sprung up and hugged him, feeling whole again. He squeezed me tight, like he didn't plan to let go anytime soon. Eventually we pulled ourselves apart and he planted kisses all over my face. "Well," I said. "How was it?"

Pedro sighed with exhaustion. "I never want to leave again."

We made love that night. His kisses were slow, he took his time with it as if it'd be the last time. I loved when it was like this. At the beginning of our "relationship" we were fast and eager. It was different now, passionate. I don't know what changed, but the way he looked at me was different too. "Have you considered moving in with me?" Pedro asked, his fingertips caressing my arm.

"I have."

"And?"

"I don't know."

"You're basically living here anyway, when was the last time you've spent the night at your own place?" He asked. I had to think about it, the last time I stepped foot in my apartment was to grab more clothes to bring to Pedro's. He was right, I had a drawer here for my underwear, a section in his closet for my nicer clothing, each placed on hangers. It was like my second home—if I could even consider my own apartment my first home. We didn't speak anymore about it, I was already drifting off to sleep. "I got you something while I was away." Pedro said.

My eyes opened slightly, and I smiled. "What is it?"

"I'll show you tomorrow."

He must've been exhausted from his flight, because right after that he fell asleep. And so did I.

The next morning I woke up just as he was getting out of the shower. As my eyes fluttered open I spread myself out on the bed to stretch. Pedro stepped out of the bathroom, his hair dripping still with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw that I was awake and said 'good morning'.

Not too long after that, Oj came running in from wherever he was hiding and jumped onto the bed with me. "I think he likes me more than you now." I joked.

Pedro chuckled through his nose. "I believe it. He's probably mad at me for being gone for so long."

I laughed along with him. I wanted moments like this to last forever, but unfortunately I had to go back to my own place tonight, I was supposed to have a meeting with Sophie to discuss my plans after the movie was done filming, which was coming up very soon.

After Pedro got changed into a plain white shirt and blue jeans, he hugged me from behind while I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror putting on my earrings. He dangled something in front of me. A dainty gold chain with a diamond pendant hanging from it. "Oh my god..." I said. He raised his arms above me and over my head so that he could latch the necklace onto my neck. I looked at how it sparkled in the mirror. I was speechless at how beautiful it was. I turned around and kissed him deeply while standing on my tip-toes. We were both ready to head out for the day. He placed a kiss on top of my head. "I'll leave first." I said. I grabbed my bag and left through the back this time, making sure to put my sunglasses on before stepping out. I quickly got into my car and drove away. When I entered my apartment, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Sophie already there, sitting at my dining table with her laptop open in front of her. "Jesus, you could've warned me that you'd be there."

She didn't acknowledge my statement. Instead her eyes kept shifting between me and whatever she was looking at on her screen. "Where have you been?" Sophie asked.

"Um...I just went to go get breakfast."

"Where? At Pedro Pascals house? Everyday for the past week?"

For a moment it felt like all the blood in my body ran cold. "W-what?"

She spun her laptop around to face me. There they were, photos of me leaving Pedro's house multiple times, they all had been taken while he was gone, and I had no idea. "Sit." She said. I pulled the chair out and sat myself in it, scrolling through each of the pictures. "You want to tell me  how long this has been going on?"

I decided that lying now would only make things worse. "A couple months."

Sophie's eyes widened. "Months?" I looked down at my lap and fiddled with the hem of my shirt. "How did I not know this was happening?"

"We didn't want anyone to know."

"We?" Sophie pulled the laptop back towards her and shut it. "Do you have any idea how this makes you look, Magnolia? Now people know that you and Pedro Pascal are having casual sex in secret. He's very popular right now and his fans aren't happy, they think you're a social climber and are leaving nasty comments on your social media posts." She ranted, sounding like she was running out of breath by the time she finished. It was silent for a few seconds, and I wondered what she was thinking. "You need to stop seeing him."

Immediately I shook my head. "No."

Sophie flinched, taken by surprise at my refusal. This was probably the first time Ive ever said no to her. "Excuse me? Do you want your reputation to be thrown down the toilet because you refuse to stop having sex with him?"

"It's not like that! Sure, it might have been at first but it's different now... I love him."

She stared at me in shock. "Does he love you back?"

I shrugged. "I think so."

"Well 'I think so' is not good enough. You need to ask him how he feels because if this is just some silly little crush then it needs to end. For the sake of both of your careers." After that she grabbed her stuff and stormed out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. This was not how I imagined this meeting would go.