Alexis' p.o.v
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"Seriously! Did it happen?" Sean asked.
"It did but it's not like we're dating or anything!" I said.
"I was helping her with her rehearsals. That's all to it." Dante added.
"Right..." Sean stressed in disbelief.
I couldn't believe the whole world thought we were dating. I also couldn't believe people knew Dante was cruel and still wanted to fuck him.
Camille barged into the room and held the same photo in our faces. "Who took the pic?
"It was confidential information. It was a private moment." She added.
"You say it like there's actually something going on between us." I told her.
"True. So it shouldn't be a problem. They might think we're dating but we know we're not. So what's the issue?" Dante said.
"Good point. Expect you're forgetting the publicity it's gonna give Sky. Hope you're ready." Sean said to me.
"It shouldn't be so hard. Just walk away from the crowd. That's what every celeb does."
"Ok back to business. Sean, Camille, leave." Dante said and they both left.
Mean much?
"Don't get your hopes up on anything. We is never gonna happen."
"Oh I know. I never thought of it that way. I don't do old guys." I said.
And I saw a shift of emotion.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He said coming to me.
"That I don't do old guys?
What don't you get by that?"
"Watch your words Adams. Soon enough, you'll regret them."
"What makes you say that? You did say, and I quote 'We is never gonna happen'"
"I didn't say me in you will never happen." He said the words in barely a whisper.
"In your dreams Sir."
"You keep forgetting you're in no position to call me sir. We're in my office. The doors are closed. I could do whatever I want with you here and now." He said, his face close to mine and his hand on my chin.
I gave him a serious look trying to tell him he wouldn't dare.
We stayed like that and he kept staring. His eyes were deep into mine. I couldn't hold on much longer. I pushed his hand off and said,
"Pervert.
"Sex thot.
"No brain."
"Are you done?"
No.
"Whatever, what did you call me here for?" I asked changing the subject.
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