Chapter 7 Chris

• She was going crazy. She couldn't stop thinking about what she did, what she agreed to, and the unthinkable act of choosing Christian Harrison as her fake boyfriend. There were so many others who would be much better, more polite, less sleazy, and more reliable, but there he was, staring at her, asking her to accept the stupid agreement that would make them the talk of the town for a long time.
• Burying her face in the pillow and screaming like a madwoman, she tried to think of a way out or how to prevent this from ending in the worst possible way.
• Chris was a well-known sleazebag, and throughout his career, he had never publicly acknowledged any girlfriend. He had always been shameless. He made headlines, drank excessively, and had even been arrested for drunk driving.
• And worse, she was extremely attracted to him, as if the fire within her was being drawn towards his sexy body and mischievous smile.
• How to survive this stormy period?
• "There's no point in freaking out now," Keilly was right, but it didn't help. She would only be able to think of something after her meltdown.
• "I agreed to live a role in real life. How can you expect me not to freak out?" She threw the pillow so hard and far that her assistant widened her eyes.
• The woman had seen Soph have meltdowns before and panic, but she knew there was something more to it, like fear. And she imagined it was normal because if someone found out the truth, they would spill the beans to all of Hollywood. That's how things worked: one big gossip mouth spoiled everything.
• "Christian Harrison. I agreed to be Christian Harrison's fake girlfriend."
• "The hottest and most talented man in Hollywood," her assistant sighed just imagining him shirtless. She herself wouldn't mind getting some action from him, but it would be impossible. Keilly wasn't his type: short, freckled, and with a few extra pounds.
• Her boss, who was super skinny and stunning, managed to at least have a fake relationship with him. "That's a lot of luck," she thought.
• "He's not by any means the hottest and most talented," Soph retorted, taking the bag of forbidden sweets from the redhead's hands. She shouldn't eat them; they were off her diet. Keilly would remind her of that and take them away if it weren't for the state of the brunette and her fiery eyes. "Philip Douglas is the sexiest and most charming guy in Hollywood, maybe in the world, and he has an extraordinary touch."
• She remembered the last time they were together. Behind closed doors, she had hooked up with some of her co-stars. She was careful and discreet, never getting involved in a situation she couldn't handle.
• "That smooth chocolate-colored skin... His kiss is sinful..."
• Keilly nearly lost her eyeballs when she noticed that Christian was sneaking into the room, where Soph sat, eating the forbidden sweets and reminiscing about the past.
• He overheard everything she said. He narrowed his eyes and got angry.
• He had been thinking, "We need to talk about the agreement and figure out how we'll tell this story to people and when we'll go public."
• But the blonde wasn't prepared to hear those words coming out of his fake girlfriend's spicy mouth. Of course, he couldn't be jealous, but at the very least, he felt offended. How could he be in second place in the mouth of the woman who sighed every time they kissed?
• "Soph!" Key called, trying to warn her.
• "Chris is a good-looking guy and has some power, but he's self-absorbed, arrogant and pisses me off to the last hairs," he complained.
• Deep down, Sophia liked him more than she wanted to admit. That sucked. The 10-year-old girl should still be alive, hurt and repulsed. But no. She enjoyed being with him, smelling his perfume, kissing his mouth...
• "Soph!"
• Christian was standing behind the sofa, a wry smile on his lips, thinking about how to make her pay for everything she said about him.
• "I find it rather interesting that you say these things, when you have a crush on me." He leaned over the sofa and said all those words, feeling angry, right in his ear.
• Sophia froze. She hadn't expected this. She was nervous, afraid of what would happen. Chris was like a thorn in her side.
• "What are you doing here?" She got up at once and looked at him, startled.
• Key took the sweets from her hand and left, wanting to evaporate in front of them.
• Sophia's heart was in her mouth. What she said was true, she was sure of it, she just didn't want him to hear it.
• "I thought to myself, it's going to be good if we talk about what we're going to tell people." He proceeded to walk around the huge living room, where everything was her style. There were light tones and mixed colors, but they weren't overdone. He had never been inside her house. Upon being received by an elderly woman, who he deduced was the maid, he thought of making one of his surprises. However, he was the one who was surprised. "Sophia is a follow-the-script woman. She's straight. I know she must be freaking out. So... let's spend some time together and come up with a compelling story." Chris was trying to intimidate her, and he succeeded.
• The brunette's tongue seemed to have disappeared from his mouth. She couldn't lie. Damn it! He could mess with her. Really move, like a crush that came back to torture her.
• "Then I am slighted by you. How dare you say such things about me?" He stared into her eyes, irritated.
• Taking a deep breath, Chris was amazed at how he was handling this. He always heard things like that from her, and it didn't affect him. Well... that's what he thought. He noticed that his heart was beating fast in his chest and that his irritation had a name.He hated even thinking about it. Jealousy? He had never been jealous of anyone.
• Worse, he was starting to hate the way she saw him. Christian was a bad guy who did bad things, but he wasn't a monster.
• "I don't know why you're angry or offended, I've always said those things to your face." She crossed her arms, feigning courage, and averted her eyes from his. She felt frozen.
• True. She always said, but this was the first time he was angry.
• "I'm your boyfriend now, you can't say those things about me."
• She laughed. A mockery, of course, that only infuriated him more.
• "Do I remember that it's not real and that, still, it's a guy with those characteristics?"
• "I must say, I'm not all you think." "He approached her, taking a step forward." "I am a troubled man and I have bad attitudes, but that's not all. It shouldn't define me like that. And now that we're going to be a couple, I want at least a little more respect."
• "Right. I'll be sweet and smile every time you compliment me." She rolled her eyes.
• Cristian stopped in time, looked at her and thought: “I'm going to show this girl that Christian Harrison is not to be messed with.”
• “Are you committed for the rest of the night?” He changed his tone and expression.
• Sophia frowned, taking in her smile. Whenever she stopped to pay attention to the man, she was impressed by his beauty and overconfidence. The well-groomed beard outlined his face, he had a firm jaw, his lips were rosy and the smile was irresistible. Her eyes knew that her soul sinned in desiring him. It was already a good size to be the fan hurt.
• They were in this together, and she couldn't ruin everything; she had to cooperate. But that look... She had spent enough time with him to know that he had something in mind.
• "Why?" she continued not understanding.
• Chris paused for a second to, for the first time since he arrived, sweep her body with his beautiful blue eyes. He bit his lip as he noticed that she was only wearing a short gray hoodie. It was a beautiful image to imagine that being taken off.
• Sophia shivered. She never thought he would look at her this way, as she always went back to the past when he didn't even bother to look her in the eye. But she grew up, lost weight, and her breasts grew too. Her legs were considered some of the most beautiful, and he knew it.
• He approached her, hypnotizing her and raising doubts about what she had in mind. He did something no one could have imagined in that situation: he put Sophia on his shoulders, scaring her. She even let out a little scream of desperation.
• "What's happening..." Key stopped talking when she saw her boss on Chris's shoulders.
• "Let me go! What are you doing?" She lightly hit him and squirmed, but Christian was much stronger and resistant, while Soph seemed to weigh less than a feather. "Let me go, Chris!"
• "Where's the bedroom?" he calmly asked Keilly, who was dumbfounded by the scene. She was hypnotized. "Hey." He snapped his fingers in front of her face. He was getting stressed with both women: one for being slow and the other for being stubborn. "Where's her bedroom?"
• "What do you want in my room?" Sophia was starting to panic again. Her heart was in her mouth, and she felt like the world was spinning upside down.
• "At the end of the hallway," Key finally said, pointing in the direction with her hand.
• Without further delay, Chris moved away from her, heading to the hallway, where there were paintings and pictures of her. She looked beautiful in the pictures, sexy. Speaking of sexy, he was inches away from her ass, which, due to the way he was holding her, was almost exposed.
• A wicked smile left his lips, but he wouldn't go that far. He limited himself to giving her a light slap, which sent an electric shock through Sophia's body, leaving her... scared and aroused.
• Soph hated admitting that she liked it, but she had other things to think about, like what he wanted with all this.
• "Christian, I'm going to kill you," she became even more irritated, her vision blurry because she was practically upside down. "This agreement ends now. Let me go before I..."
• He entered through the bedroom door, which was quite spacious. In fact, the whole house was. And with the sun setting and the movable glass window from floor to ceiling, they could see the city illuminated. Coincidentally, they lived in the same neighborhood, Hollywood Hills, which made things easier.
• Chris put her on the king-size bed, and they stared at each other for a moment. She on the bed, and he standing, seeing the part where the hoodie rode up, showing a bit more of her thighs. It drove him crazy, and she felt embarrassed, not knowing what to do.
• "What do you think you're doing?" He ignored her, returned to the door, closed it, and, worse, he locked it and put the key in the pocket of the jeans he was wearing. "Is this some kind of joke or..."
• "Relax, Sophia," he pushed back the rebellious blonde strand that was falling on her face, aligning her perfect hair, and once again, he looked at her. This time, she composed herself and got up from the bed with a red face, both from anger and embarrassment. "You're annoying, you're unbearable," Soph was impressed by his change in mood. "You have the terrible habit of looking at the bad parts. You always open that wicked mouth of yours, saying the worst things about who I am," unknowingly, he was getting closer to her with those stormy eyes, freezing her and intimidating her, making her heart skip a beat. "I chose you for this. You're smart, beautiful, you make me laugh whenever you can, and you spark my interest. I'll let you mock me as much as you want because I know, deep down, you like me. You have the perfect spark. That's why we're so good together."
• Alright... She felt bad for saying all those things about Chris. He wasn't always a jerk. He helped her on set, was polite most of the time, and gave her a voice when some reporters silenced her. She couldn't be unfair and forget about all of that. However, his actions of bringing her into the room like that and locking the door left her frightened.
• "I like you, fiery girl. I feel an extraordinary attraction to you. But now it's something serious. Our careers are at stake, so it's time for us to sit down and talk," he said.
• "You carried me here and locked the door," she pointed out the obvious.
• "It was the only way I found to do this," he justified, shrugging. "When my brother and I used to fight as kids, our mother would put us in a room, lock the door, and force us to spend some time together, just the two of us," Chris recalled those moments. He missed home. In fact, he had argued with his mother, which made him upset. "We'll stay here until we understand each other, until we talk, come up with a convincing story, and... connect like we did on set."
• "It was acting," she crossed her arms, nervous. "Can't we do this in the living room?"
• "Are you afraid you won't resist and end up throwing yourself on this bed to have wild sex?" His ability to change expressions or subjects so quickly was impressive. "I promise I won't resist."
• "Stop. Nothing more than friendship will happen between us," Soph was trying to be the person who set aside their differences.
• He was right, and it cost her a lot of brainpower. There were several factors that would put everything at risk, such as his killer gaze, his wicked mouth, the heat she felt every time he was close, and the desire to go crazy, throw him on the bed, and have sex with him like a madwoman. How many times had she imagined being with him on a bed? It had happened once, but they were surrounded by people and cameras, and none of it was real.
• "Alright. You're in denial. I promise to be..." he took a deep breath because he didn't want to say it. "To be patient."
• "To be patient?" She furrowed her brow. "There's only one thing that can happen, and that's a kiss."
• "Very much so. Like, a lot," he thought it would break the tension, and it did. It brought a tiny smile to her face. "Maybe some make-out sessions? If you start, don't blame me if my hand ends up on your perfect ass."
• "You can't take anything seriously, can you?"
• "Why do you think I've never been in a relationship?"
• "So, do I have to teach you?" Soph joked, and he enjoyed the idea of being taught by her, but in erotic clothes and... "I know you're already thinking about something naughty."
• "I love how you know me," he teased.
• "Idiot!"
• He grabbed her waist, pulled her closer to him, and pressed their bodies together. Soph didn't expect that, even though she knew Chris was spontaneous.
• "You said it was just for us to talk."
• "We will talk. This is important."
• Pressing her against the bedroom wall, Christian stared at her and brought their faces closer. The tips of his fingers traced a path along her thigh, moving up to her waist. Even though it was over her clothes, she felt invaded. But it felt good, causing a warmth in a part that shouldn't feel it.
• Sophia was mesmerized, and her tongue disappeared. She would say that she wanted him to back off, but she would be lying. Above her abdomen, lightly touching her breasts, he wanted to squeeze them and feel her body melt, but that wasn't his intention there.
• "How far can I go?" he whispered.
• Her breathing quickened, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. They were so close that they could kiss. However, Chris tortured her, only hinting at it. As he touched her skin again, he cupped her face, making her meet his gaze.
• "I must confess that I wish to carry out this lie and that it would make you very happy in bed, but you are right to set limits."
• "You said you like to break them," he reminded her.
• "It's the risk you'll take. If I do what you consider forbidden, you'll have the best orgasm ever."
• "He's cocky." There was no way she wouldn't tease him, even more so in that position. "How do you know I haven't had good orgasms already?"
• "Because I wasn't the one standing between her beautiful legs, sucking her like crazy and then fucking her like there was no tomorrow." Damn it! She imagined it that way. She was wet, almost squirming. "Did you know I'm totally turned on right now?"
• "We'd better get on with the conversation." Sophia blinked a few times to bring herself back to reality. How to resist it? He was in her room saying those things. The idiot fan's heart was beating non-stop, almost making her lose her mind. "Come on. No sex."
• He laughed.
• "Then I have two options."
• Leaving him, Soph tried to put something bad in her mind, thinking that this way, she would end that desire that was forming inside her panties.
• "Which?" Bad question.
• "Running the balls for a long time or ending this deal ahead of schedule." Another exaggeration from Christian. "I haven't had sex in months and I feel like I'm a virgin again." It made her laugh. "Of course, laugh at my misfortune. But I'm not kidding. I'm always stressed, and it's your fault."
• “Mine?” She turned to the look on his face. It was a bad idea.
• "I keep thinking that I'm having sex with you, when, in reality, you're resisting me. Besides, you're always being ironic or dictating how I am: the villain of your life."
• "The worst thing you can do is be a scoundrel," she crossed her arms. "If you weren't, you wouldn't be in this situation."
• "Of course, because Philip Douglas is a saint," he didn't forget the insolence. "Just know that he's only more reserved than me."
• "Douglas is an upright man."
• "Do you think so?" His mocking smile piqued her curiosity.
• "What do you have against Philip?"
• "Everything, including your interest in him and this talk about you two being involved," he chuckled again. "And I'm the womanizer. You know nothing about him."
• "Seems like you know a lot."
• "I know practically everything in Hollywood."
• "Then tell me why you're so irritated now," she narrowed her eyes and moved closer to him. The conversation was getting heated.
• "I don't like it when my girlfriend sparks interest in another guy, when she gets all happy praising some asshole who's just as dirty as me."
• "Make me change my mind," she teased him.
• "You won't like the way I'll do that. Well, maybe you will, but you're the annoying type of woman who will say until the end of the world that she won't."
• "You know me well."
• "You have no idea what you do to me when you provoke me like this."
• "Am I provoking you?" She raised an eyebrow and smiled.
• "That's what annoys me the most," he grumbled. "You provoke me, drive me crazy, and then always pull away when things heat up."
• "What do you want me to do?"
• "I want you to kiss me. Let me turn you inside out and then watch you swallow that infamous tongue of yours."
• "Prove me wrong," she crossed her arms, determined, raising her chin. Christian was confused.
• "What?," he furrowed his brow.
• "Prove to me that you're not the guy I think you are, that everyone thinks you are, and that you can change."
• "You want me to change so we can have sex?"
• "I want you to be a better person. Or are you just going to go back to being the Hollywood scoundrel once we're done?" Soph made him think about what she said and about the future. He usually didn't think about the future.
• "Exactly. So it's time to change, or you'll be a lonely bachelor with a bad reputation."
• "As a bonus, we can have sex?"
• "It's incredible how you only pay attention to the parts that suit you."
• "Does that mean you want to?"
• "It means I can do that with whomever I want, as long as they are decent."
• His mocking smile annoyed her.
• "You can reject me, mistreat me, go on a sex strike, or set rules about sex, but under no circumstances will I let anyone, any idiot, touch you," Sophia was impressed by what he said. "You'll only have sex with me. Otherwise, we both go without sex, kisses, touches, or anything else. Understood?"
• Christian was determined to be her tormentor. He felt so irritated at the thought of someone touching his fake girlfriend.