Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, the little angel of her fans finds it hard to juggle between work and personal life... This renowned actress finds herself in trouble once she meets the new producer , Freen Sarocha Chankimha.. and drama unfolds...
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It did not take long for me to reach the studio and I rushed inside.
"Miss. Chankimha.. what are you doing here? Are you here to meet the director?" -- P'Pop came to me when he saw me.
"No. I am here for Miss. Armstrong. Where is she?" -- I know I sounded rude. Especially from the way he frowned. May be I reeked of alcohol too.
"She is taking a break. I think she has a visitor.." -- He pointed to the back and I walked without replying. She has a visitor! Who could that be!
I stood frozen when I reached at the back. Heng! What is he doing there? That too holding her hands! His words from our short vacation together echoed in my ears again.
"You know Beck... I had a huge crush on you from the days you debuted. But what to do, my friend here, beat me to it. Your bad luck Nong! Or else you would get me!!"
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Blood rushed to my head, making me go blind with anger. I took steady steps to them and pushed his hands away from her.
"Freen.... What are you.................................." --
"What the hell are you doing Heng? I told you... I told you to not dare...... " -- I pushed him by the chest before he could complete his sentence.
I could see Becky standing so shocked. I did not come here for this, but I can't let him do this. -- "What the f*** Freen... listen to me first.." -- He told and I gripped his collar more tightly.
"Freen.... Stop it.. Stop now..." -- I heard her voice addressing me after so long and I turned without leaving his collar...
"Bec... Baby.. why is he here? Is he bothering you? I know he is... He is ..." -- I tried to say.
"I said stop it Freen..." -- She told me sternly once again. Why is she defending him? What did he tell her? She thinks that he is better than me now? Thoughts flashed in my mind and I was losing my sanity.
"Why Bec? Why are..why are you protecting him? What did he tell you? Is he here to propose to you? Is that it... Is that............."
SMACK!!!
My left cheek burned where her palm slapped me sharply.
"Go home Freen... And don't ever do this again.." -- Becky looked at me with red eyes and I slowly raised my hand to touch my cheek.
Her eyes slowly tearing up. Mirroring mine. I gave her a smile through tears.
"Don't say one more word now Freen... You... You came here...reeking of alcohol...making this scene... To tell me that you love me? Then hold it. I don't want to hear it. Just do one favour... Just Leave me Freen... LEAVE ME ALONE... LET ME BE......"
