Put Me in a Movie

Seven

Music filled your ears as you entered the nightclub. The room was bustling with people dancing and grinding on each other as they let the music take control of their souls. Under the dim lights of the club, you could make out the figures of two familiar people. Peter and MJ were dancing with each other in the middle of the dance floor. You pushed your way through the bodies of strangers to get to your friends.

You gave both of their sweaty bodies big hugs. You were happy to see Peter and MJ enjoying their child-free night. MJ especially needed a break. Being an author meant that she was home most of the time which meant that she was the primary parent looking after May.

Jessica soon appeared almost out of thin air. She was looking as glamorous as ever under the strobe lights of the club. Jessica said that she was glad to see that you made it. She also expressed her worry that you might not have come. She said that you looked like a goody two shoes.

"You must have not seen the New York Fashion Week article about me then," you laughed.

"Oh, I have," Jessica said, "That is something a goody two shoes would totally do." Jessica did not mean that in a bad way. She was a very sarcastic woman and often used humor as a way to bring light to situations. You learned that very quickly as Jessica simply laughed and said that it was just a joke.

For the first hour of the night, you danced your butt off. You danced with Peter, then MJ, and then Jessica. You eventually found yourself dancing with complete strangers, male and female. Some were very good with their moves while others looked like they had two left feet. You were an okay dancer. You weren't professionally trained or anything, but you were born with rhythm. Some people lacked that.

You soon found out that you couldn't dance the night away as you once dreamt of. You walked your tired feet over to the bar and sat down on a bar stool. The bar was less crowded than the dance floor, but you could still hear the music playing loudly.

You asked the bartender for a shot of his favorite. He winked at you in a non-flirtatious way and poured you a shot of vodka. You downed one and then another and then another. You were about to put the fourth one to your lips when a voice stopped you.

"Might want to make that your last one or else I'll be carrying you up to your bedroom again tonight."

You turned your head to your left and there he was. Miguel was standing there with a smug look on his face. It was a look that contrasted the one that he often wore during filming. That look was replaced with one that looked familiar and inviting.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, completely ignoring his previous statement. Your shot of vodka was completely forgotten by now.

"I own this place, but no one knows besides Jessica and now you," he said.

You must have been too drunk to remember what happened after he said that. His voice mixed with all the other commotion that was happening in the club. All you were focused on was the way his finger circled the rim of his glass. Or how his canines looked like vampire fangs. Oh, how you would love it if he sunk his vampire-like fangs into you. You wanted him to mark you, use you, do anything he wanted to you. Was this the alcohol talking? Maybe, but you couldn't deny the fact that Miguel O'Hara was attractive. He wasn't voted 2018's sexiest man alive for nothing!

Miguel could sense you drifting away from him. Not your physical body, but your emotional one. Miguel couldn't deny his attraction towards you. Since the very first moment, he saw you as Lady Olivia in a production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night three years ago and he couldn't rid his mind of you. He knew that his marriage was turning to shit, but he didn't know that Jessica was going to cheat on him. After he found out, he felt less guilty about his attraction toward you. He didn't know how to get into contact with you so when he was offered the job as the director for his new film, he knew exactly who he wanted as his leading lady. By that time, you were already climbing up the ladder of Hollywood stardom.

Your mind was something that he admired. Unlike most people in this fame crazed town, you were humble, kind, and genuine. When he saw you with that stray the day of the table read, he knew that you were one of a kind. He knew a lot of people who would just leave the puppy there and would not spare it a second glance. You, on the other hand, picked up the dog, regardless of its vaccination status, and treated it like it was a porcelain doll.

Miguel was not one for looks. Yes, Jessica was a beautiful woman, but that's not why he married her. She is such a talented actress and he fell in love with her talent. They were friends before and they remained friends after. But you were different. Your beauty was otherworldly to him. It was so unique and one of a kind. Sometimes he would forget to yell 'cut' because he would get lost in your spell. You were beautiful, talented, and kind, and he needed you. And as you were in front of him, nodding along to the nonsense that was coming out of his mouth, he knew that he loved you.

A song came on next that you haven't heard since high school. Your eyes lit up and you smiled for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. "Come dance with me?" You offered your hand out to Miguel.

"I don't dance," he said.

"Please, for me," you pleaded.

Miguel looked at you and sighed. He couldn't say no to you. Not after he got lost in those beautiful doe eyes of yours.

He muttered a curse word under his breath and took your hand. You nearly jumped with excitement as Miguel dragged the two of you to the crowded dance floor.

The dance floor was packed which didn't leave much room for the two of you. Your body was pressed up against Miguel's as your hips swayed from side to side. Miguel put his arms around you and followed your lead.

He was right. He didn't dance, but that did not mean that he was bad at it. After a few minutes, he got the hang of it and started twirling you around. You accidentally bumped into a tall and broad man that was dancing with a woman that was about an inch shorter than you were. You apologized to the man and the woman and tried to continue dancing, but the man had other plans.

"Control your bitch, dude," the man said.

Your mouth went wide as soon as you heard the man call you a bitch. You were about to stick up for yourself, but Miguel beat you to it.

"What the fuck did you just call her?" Miguel's voice was menacing. Miguel was tall, but not as tall as the man that just disrespected you. That was not going to stop him from beating the shit out of him.

"I called her a bitch," those were the last words the man spoke before Miguel was on top of him. His fist was repeatedly punching the man in the face. Blood was getting everywhere. On the floor, Miguel's fist, Miguel's clothes, on the man's clothes. It took five men, short and tall, skinny and fat, to restrain Miguel from the man that called you a bitch. Said man was still on the floor, knocked unconscious. The woman that was with him was long gone.

You didn't need a man to protect you, but seeing the way that Miguel almost killed a man for you did something indescribable to you. It made you want him even more than you already did. But you knew you couldn't have him. He was your director, your employer, your boss.

"What the fuck happened?" Came a shriek from Jessica Drew herself.

"Call someone to clean this up," Miguel said to Jessica. Then, he left without another word.

He was embarrassed, to say the least. He lost self-control and unleashed something violent within him. He didn't want you to see that side of him, but when that man called you a bitch he knew he was already gone. You were far from what that man called you. You even apologized to the man when you bumped into him! Miguel knew that you were going to be the death of him, and this incident was evidence enough.