Ventura

Capítulo 18

                                                        "Consumed by love over a slow fire."

- Fuck! Fuck! I don't know what's going on with me. I forgot my line.

- Cut !. - I heard the director's order.

I threw myself back on the bed and blew out a breath. I looked at Abby, and she looked as tired as I did. She got out of bed with her bare breasts still. The rule of thumb handed her a robe and she walked over to a chair.

- I need a coffee. I need to eat something. And, I urgently need to go to the bathroom. - I thought.

A break at that time meant that the recordings would be extended even further. But it was already two in the morning and we were all exhausted.

While the director was evaluating the scenes on the camera's viewfinder, I put on a robe and went around the cables and lighting brackets. I got to Abby. She was pale.

- It's all right? - I asked

She looked at me shaking her head.

- My colic is killing me, and this air conditioning only makes the situation worse.

I held out my hand to her.

-Come. Let's go to the snack table. I'm starving.

We followed the corridors of the set to the break room. Abby helped herself to coffee and grabbed a sandwich. I decided that the bathroom was my priority at the moment. It took me quite a while to untie the sex slap. I put it in the robe pocket, already imagining all the work I would have to put it back.

I went back to the snack room and got a sandwich. I made a face. But it served to satisfy hunger.

The contra rule appeared at the door. Everyone was waiting for us.

Back to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and headed for the makeup room. Any break in the recordings, all the makeup was redone. I replaced the sex tape, stood up and waited for the makeup artist to spray the bronzing spray on my body. Then she spread some petroleum jelly on my face. It tasted awful, but the result was like sweat.

Back on the set, Abby and I stood face to face, while the director gave us directions, with the script in one hand.

"- Thomas, touch her breasts here and here. Your speech."

"-Kiss her. Slide your tongue over here. Her speech"

"- Put your hands between your legs. Here and here - he pointed - Your speech."

"Abby, try to push him by putting your hands here and here. Your speech"

He asked: - Everyone ready? - And received a confirming chorus. - Right. In their positions.

Abby lay down on the bed and I positioned myself on top of her, taking care to wrap my arms around hers so as not to crush her with my weight. I looked into your eyes.

- Ready? - I asked.

We had worked together for almost two years and had confidence in each other. And this tuning helped a lot in the most difficult scenes.

She nodded. - Yes.

"Silence in the studio," said the director. - And, action!

We then started the staging. "Touch". "kiss". "speaks". "pant". "speaks". "Movement of the hips."

At these times, there must be a lot of concentration on the scene, as there are a series of cameras filming each angle. Every pore. Some film the scene and others the shot. If the shooting of the scene has a problem, you can use the scenes shot in the background and group them.

- Cut. said the director. - It's all for today guys. See you tomorrow.

When I got home, the sun was already on the horizon. I went to the kitchen and found Anie dressed in running clothes and sneakers. She had her hair in a ponytail and wore a cap.

- Good Morning. - greeted me with a smile. - Seems tired. I'd like a coffee? he asked.

She was so beautiful, so radiant that I wanted to say:

- "I don't want coffee. I want you! I want to kiss you until I make you crazy with desire. I want to take you to bed and make love to you all day. And then ask you to marry me."

I stood there paralyzed and surprised by the direction of my thoughts.

She continued looking at me:

- Thomas, hello. Coffee? - repeated.

I shook my head: - I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep. - I replied. But already in the bedroom I threw myself on the bed without changing.

I could not sleep. The sexual tension between me and Anie was increasing every day. And I knew that she realized it too. The question was always the same: "what next?".

Casual sex was not like her and neither did I want it. But from the moment I took her to bed, our life would change radically. She was a calm person and liked to protect her identity. Sex between us would lead to marriage. And that was my biggest wish. But that would involve a chain reaction. Like my wife, she would have to attend parties and events. I couldn't just hide it forever. Would she have the strength to endure the paparazzi chase night and day wherever she went? Could she maintain a serene smile while her husband is touched, grabbed and kissed by more daring fans?

I rolled over on the sleepless bed. Conjecturing marriage with someone who didn't even know my feelings was insane.

I left the room and wandered around the house lost in images, meaningless thoughts and questions. I didn't find any answer and, everything seemed confused.

Melanie was not back yet, so I returned to the suite, turned on the shower and let the water heat up, in the bedroom I took off my clothes and was already going to the bathroom when she entered. I can't say who was most scared.

- What the fuck? -I said angrily- I think we need to discuss some basic rules. Like, rule number one, don't go into my room while I'm naked.

She gave off sparks of hate.

-How is it ? You smug. I thought you were in the shower and I came to fix your room. And what's more, it's nothing that I haven't seen a million times on TV. After all, you don't seem the least bit coy in nude scenes.

- You ... are .... You're an insolent sassy.

- And you a convinced and stupid brute.

I went into the bathroom and slammed the door. She didn't stay behind and slammed the bedroom door.

In the shower, I saw the ridiculousness of the situation. I knew I would have to apologize. In fact, it seems that this had already become routine. "-Well, my dear, you better get used to her genius. She won't bend for you."

But something good came from this situation. I found out that she has seen my work and it filled me with joy. I shook my head at the thought. "- With so many women available to me, and I am happy to discover that SHE somehow follows my career."

I got out of the shower, took out my cell phone and made a call to my aide.

I stayed in the room for another half hour, until I heard the intercom.

I found her in the kitchen embraced with a bouquet of red flowers. Her eyes were shining and she was trying very hard not to cry.

There was a card on the table:

"Forgive me. I really am an idiot."