Dr. Too Good Looking

A/N: Thanks much for the kind words of support for my first story. As a reminder, these are short story oneshots that stand alone. They won't be in sequence and they may even contradict each other from time to time – these are simply Damie fantasies sparked by real life occurrences. 

Dakota's POV

I'm back in New York for a few days, doing a couple of photo shoots before going back to Italy to finish filming Suspiria. Things are going well, but I miss Jamie more each day. We do the best we can – we FaceTime or Skype every day. We make sure we connect, but with us in completely different time zones, it's challenging.

It's Thursday night for me, and middle of the night for him, but we are on FaceTime and I am just so happy to see his handsome face. "I followed your interviews. You did good, baby! And Evelyn gets snaps for making you look so hot!"

"Why do you assume that Evelyn picked out my clothes?" He sounds a little miffed.

"Baby, you are always handsome, but your clothes have been crap in most of your interviews outside of North America – when Evelyn is not with you. So I can only assume she is influencing you with her fashion sense. And sweetie, you should keep listening to her."

He huffs and rolls his eyes at me. "Okay. She did bring bags with her. And yes, I wore what she pulled out for me. I don't think it's that big of a deal."

I laugh right out loud at that. "Sweetie. Every time I step out in public it is only a matter of minutes before someone has posted every article of clothing and accessory I am wearing. You are no different. People adore you and crave every image they can get. They comment when you wear the same jacket too many times in a row, if you look wrinkled, whether or not you're wearing socks, or if you look hung over. You're not a model anymore baby, you're a movie star. And people are watching every move you make and every piece of clothing you wear. Like it or not, it's part of your brand."

"Well thanks for the pep talk. I'll try to make sure I can keep up with you." He is pouting. And has a grumpy face.

"Baby, I love you no matter what you wear. But I will tell you this. For every time you mention 'my wife' or your sex life, you are going to be spending some time on your knees begging for any attention from me."

I know, he knows, and his soon-to-be-ex-wife knows that we didn't consummate our feelings for each other until he was officially separated from her, but the world doesn't know that and still thinks of him as married. And for now, he has to play along. People like to speculate and cast him as a cheater and me as a homewrecker, but it wasn't like that and the people closest to it know that. Still, playing along with the story in the media gets tiresome for both of us. He has to talk about her in present tense, and I have to stay in the background and be just a friend and costar. We knew it would be like this for a while, and we deal with it the way we deal with most things – with humor. Or we try to, anyway.

He jokes back. "Baby, haven't you heard that I'm a sex symbol? I think my begging days are over."

I go frosty – face vacant, eyes cold. "Yep, you're right. You can have any woman you want. Choose wisely."

He is slow on the uptake and doesn't register my change in tone. He continues to play with me. "Well since I'm in such high demand, maybe YOU should be a little nicer to ME."

Oh, he is so going to regret that comment. "Well let's see, Jamie. How much nicer can I be? I've put my life on hold while you had another child and flirted your way around the world and back. I've been faithful to you and I've never complained that it's taking you a hella long time to sort out your personal situation. If I was any NICER I'd be a god damn doormat." I end on yell and he finally gets that I'm not joking anymore.