Helpless (Chris Jackson x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 2

You had already made it to the studio and was already on the verge of memorizing your lines. Turns out this "small part" was actually someone who was going to be in the rest of season, and this was episode 1. Honey, what! Turns out Chunk as some competition, baby. And that competition...was you! "Alright places, we start shooting in 30 seconds." You jumped from where you were sitting and ran to your position. You saw Chris and waved as he adjusted his shirt and vest. He waved back and cleared his throat. God he looked so good in those designer shirts, You thought as the countdown started.

Jason and Chunk went through their little part and then you strutted in like you owned the place. Chunk looked at you confused, "Who and what are you?" You hair-flipped and looked him dead in the eye, "Oh, I'm guessing Mr. Bull didn't tell you I was coming?" Chunk looked at Jason and then back at you. "I'm Rachael Bliss, and...how do I say this nicely? I'm going to be working with you, unfortunately." Jason smiled, "Yeah, she's going to be helping you with our clients." Chunk, looked shook. "What, fashion is my thing." You walked over to him and patted his shoulder, "Look, you may think you know what you're doing, but based on how you look right now," You looked at him up and down, "You're lucky I'm here to help you." "Cut, that was beautiful, everyone take five before we change angles (I don't know if they say that)." You smiled at Chris, "How did I do for my first ever try?" Chris smiled, "You did wonderful, like you've been acting since you came out of your mother's womb." You rolled your eyes, "It's only going to get worse, you know. I hope Chunk is prepared to get his ass beat by Rachael." You two walked off set, chatting like two best friends.

After a long day of working, you and Chris started on to your apartment. "I can't believe I'm working with you, you are a legend in my book." Christopher chuckled, "Not to some people." you shrugged "Not everyone gets to sing the National Anthem, but you did and freaking killed it." You and Chris kept walking. Soon, Chris's phone rang and he answered it. "Hello....hey honey, what's up?" His wife, of course, you thought as you leaned against a light pole. Don't forget he has a wife. "Honey, what are you talking about...yes...(Y/N)...why does it matter if I'm walking them home..." You realized that the situation was getting heated, and you turned your head so you wouldn't act like you were listening. As you stared at the sidewalk in front of you, tuning out Christopher's conversation, you were brought back to reality when you heard him shout, "Fine, screw you too then." and hung up the phone. You turned your attention back to Chris, "Are you okay? If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Chris's face was angry and he practically shouted, "My wife found out that I was walking you home and now she thinks I'm cheating on her. She says we're over, so now I don't have a home to go to anymore. This is just great!" You cowered from his shouting, and his face relaxed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't take my anger on you!" Then, a brilliant idea popped in your head, "How about you stay with me? I have an extra bedroom, and we could walk to work together?" Chris looked at you, and you noticed a tear run down his cheek. "You wouldn't mind? I hardly know you.." you walked over and wiped the tear from his cheek, "Not a bit." He gave a half-smile and you finished the walk to your house.

When you unlocked the door, you stepped aside so Chris could come in. "Snazzy." he says as he admires the way you've decorated your house. "Thank you," You respond as you start to boil water for some coffee. Chris sits down on your couch and props his feet on the table, "I can't say that I would mind staying here." You went and sat next to him, turning the TV on. "You could borrow some of my old boyfriend's shirts, since he obviously doesn't wear the anymore. Chris smiled and looked at you, "Thanks."

(Time skip to a week later)

You and Chris were chilling on the sofa, watching the first season of "Bull". You laughed at all of Chunk's parts, making Chris blush. "It's not that funny." You had tears streaming down your face, "Yes it is. Are you sure we are watching the same show, here let me rewind it." You cried out loud, holding your stomach, rewinding the last few seconds. Chris rolled his eyes and stood up, "I'm going to go take a shower, care to join me?" You turned around, shocked and your mouth gaping open. Chris chuckled, "I'm just kidding, no need to get so shocked." He headed up the stairs, causing you to breathe a breath of relief. Thank goodness, you thought and started to get dressed for bed. You headed up the stairs and heard Chris singing in the shower in the hallway. You smiled to yourself and leaned against the bathroom doorway, listening to Chris's strong singing voice. "Let me tell you what I'd wish I'd known.." He sang, and you started to whisper the lyrics too. "...You have no control: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story." You blushed to yourself, feeling pleasure rise from your nether region. You looked down and saw that you were unconsciously playing with yourself, as you listened to Chris. Your entire face turned red and you took your hand out of your pants. Trembling slightly, you headed into your room and changed for the night. After hearing the shower turn off, you slid into the sheets and drifted into sleep.