Star Crossed Lovers

~Chapter 14 - Micah~

After Sophia hung up on me, I couldn't help but stare at my phone. I wanted to toss it on the other side of the room, but there were too many good memories of us to throw away. Resignedly, I stuffed my phone into my pants pocket. I hurt Sophia and I knew it.

I knew I needed to do something to change this around, but each and every time I have tried, something has happened. Was the universe against us? Deep down, it wasn't the universe. It wasn't hateful or hurtful like this. It was people. It was the studio deadest against us being together. They were holding us hostage with that fucking contract.

Screw It. I will give them this premiere, but come Star Crossed Lovers premiere all bests are off. Come hell or high water, I will make to sure all hell breaks lose. I don't fucking care about my career anymore if it means they get to direct how my life goes. I'm not fucking victim. They aren't going to be running my life or Sophia's life any longer. I don't fucking care what the studio wants. They can fucking kiss my arse. I'm done!

How was I going to do that? I found myself pacing to pass the time. It gave me pause to think of what to do and feel like I was in control of the situation. If I was...I would do this for myself or for Sophia. I owe this to her. Let's see...The press was no good. The studio would find out about it and suppress it or manipulate it their favor. I had to release it on my own. To do that, I would have to do it on twitter or Instagram and use a photo or a video of us not on the set of Star Crossed Lovers. It is the only way that seemed believable.

"Micah..." someone called out to me.

Turning towards the voice, I realized it was my pr. We had been in her office waiting till it was time to go to the premiere. I was wearing an classic Armani navy blue suit with a crisp white button down shirt, stripped blue and white tie, and black shoes to tie the look together.

"Jocelyn..." Jocelyn was pretty, petite, long dark hair, and wearing a black slinging dress.

"It's almost ready. Mary should be hear shortly." Jocelyn knew me to well. "I know that you aren't looking forward to this, but you signed a contract, and they're upholding it. We have to do what they say for now."

I turned my gaze to the family portrait behind her. It was the only thing I could do at the moment. I was so pissed at her for letting the studio control us.

"Micah...you can still see Sophia privately, but publicly, you can't do anything. You have to be seen with Mary until your divorce goes through." She signed shaking her head. "I know, it's not much, but it's the only thing we can do for the moment." She placed her comforting hand on my shoulder but it was anything but comforting.

All I could do was star at the offending hand on my shoulder. Jocelyn quickly removed it as she anticipated the myriad of emotions coursing through my body. This was fucking unacceptable. I moved away from her, resuming my pacing.

"Ma'am..." Jocelyn's secretary peeked her head in.

I didn't know her well enough but she seemed nice. She was average height, weight, cute and she had a big crush on me. Every time I came into the office, the girl was suddenly shy around me.

"Mary is here." Then the secretary disappeared and Mary appeared.

On the outside, Mary was pretty, dark hair, dark eyes, but on the inside pure evil. I don't trust this woman and no one else should. She was dangerous. I glanced at her and she smiled at me as she walked towards me with smile. It was if we were still happily married. Were we every really happily married?