FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Four;

Chapter Four

Last Week

A half-drunk bottle of wine, the second season of Supernatural playing in the background and several small towers of Home Depot boxes surrounding your coffee table. That was the atmosphere you were dealing with right now.

"You're joking right?" Olivia asked for probably the millionth time of that evening.

"No," you shook your head, pulling the packing tape closer to you as you finished up one of the last boxes of your clothes. "I leave Sunday morning to Vancouver."

"For a year?" This time it was Briana who asked the question while gingerly sipping her only glass of wine for the night. "Like legit a whole year."

You nodded slowly, trying not to over think the situation you had just gotten yourself into. "That's where Jensen wants me to be."

"But didn't you guys just start dating?"

You sighed knowing that you could only tell them what Henry had said. They were not allowed to know that you had signed a yearlong contract to basically act out the role of Jensen's girlfriend, if at any point you let that little piece of information slip, you could be sued and basically left out to dry as a gold digging whore who once hooked up with one of the most sought after bachelors' in Hollywood today.

"Actually," you started, remembering the lines that you had been practicing in the mirror all morning while you waited for your friends to arrive. "We've been dating for a couple weeks, but didn't want to come out to the world just yet."

Janet twirled around in your favorite desk chair. "So why the sudden change?"

You shrugged, avoiding all eye contact as best as you could without looking wary. "The paparazzi caught up to us on my birthday last week and we just decided it would be best to let the cat out of the bag that way."

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Present Day

It was nearly impossible to get comfortable in your seat. Despite being flown in first class, something you had never been able to do in the past, you were unable to properly relax for the majority of your six hour flight. And now that the pilot had announced that you would be landing in the next thirty minutes, your stomach was in knots.

"You're going to be okay," you whispered to yourself, hoping that no one could hear you trying to talk through your anxiety. "You did this for the better."

It wasn't a lie. The money that Jensen's agency had offered you at the end of this contract was enough to make anyone leave their life behind in an instant. But what was going to make this difficult was the acting like you actually liked the man; his attitude towards you was really making you question just how many women he had been with. He treated you almost like you were just another notch on the bedpost.

And from the quick google search you had sworn that you wouldn't do at the airport, it showed that he had, in fact, been with several random women all throughout the last couple of years. All of them seemed to be random and from the countless articles you could barely stomach to skim, it seemed that they all were just girls that he had brought home from whatever bar, in whatever city Jensen had been in that night.

Henry had explained that due to the importance of Jensen keeping his role in the show, a show that had threatened, the last three times, that if he didn't get his act together they would drop him like a hot potato; they needed to keep him in a straight line. Apparently, he had been threatened with this agreement the last time this happened; which according to one tabloid article that was only two months ago.