in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 48

a/n: ik some of you are confused bc of the last chapter. y'all really don't use context clues do you? alexander and maria have a new manager right? you don't know who it is right? think about all the possibilities about who could be, the obvious people and the not so obvious people. think about why alex and maria are keeping it from john 'for his own good'. is it for his safety or just for peace of mind? THINK.

third person

"hamilton, put the condom on."

"no."

"now."

"i'm not a dog, don't talk to me like one."

"what the fuck are you talking about-," the manager pinches the bridge of his nose, cutting himself off. "just put it on."

"i'm allergic to latex."

"no, you're not."

"i developed an allergy to it."

"when?"

"just now."

"i said, no."

"okay, then i guess i'll just call you know who." the manager trails off.

alex's heart catches in his throat. he immediately grabs the condom and glares at it before putting it on.

"that's what i thought."

alex huffed, running his hand through his tangled hair. the random porn-star he was supposed to be working with was standing in the corner across the room. her arms were crossed and she looked impatient. maria was standing at the foot of the bed, scowling. she yanked at her hair, muttering something under breath.

"what was that, reynolds?" mystery manager snaps.

"i didn't say anything."

the person only hums in response, smirking at the way maria rolled her eyes. he was wreaking havoc on this video and they haven't even started recording.

"okay, minions-,"

"unless you are gru from despicable me , i suggest you not call us minions. a minion is a balding, banana, headass looking mutant. i suggest you find another name for us, or just don't call us names at all."

"as i was saying," the person clears their throat. "maria please get up on the pool table."

maria huffs, jumping up. she frowns, running her hand down her face. that was a nervous habit she developed over time. as a result, her makeup wouldn't be the same as it was when it was freshly done. her eye makeup was now smudged and blotchy. different spots of her face looked uneven because of the way she ran her hands down it.

"reynolds, did you have to do that?"

"do what?" maria snaps.

"can we have makeup in here!" the manager groans. "take five."

maria smirked as the idiot walked away grumbling. a makeup artist ran over to her with pressed powder, mascara, etc. alex watched as her makeup was being fixed, she had a disgruntled look on her face the whole time it was being done.