You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

The fact that Yaala disliked Shermaine did not elude Clarissa, who had sensed this since filming commenced, as there was almost no interaction between the two off-camera.

Certainly, it was not likely for Shermain to go looking for trouble with Yaala, considering the latter’s stature in show business.

This, however, was the first time Yaala had been so explicit about this with Clarissa.

Clarissa’s brows perked up in surprise. “You don’t seem to be very fond of her? I heard that she’s quite popular in these parts.”

Yaala sneered, “A likely story. I’d say it’s mostly the work of public relations and the internet army. It’s not a big industry, so word gets around. Haven’t you been taken advantage of by her before?”

Clarissa’s silence spoke volumes.

“Why don’t you like her then?”

“Because of one particular scumbag.”

Clarissa was astonished, but this was the sort of thing that was self-explanatory.

However, she did not understand this as she was under the impression that Shermaine was very much into Matthew. How could she have gotten into Yaala’s bad books because of a guy?

Was it because the guy was interested in Shermaine that got Yaala so upset?

“Enough of that. That was donkey years ago. Damn, it’s cold. I should be getting ready for the next scene.”

After Yaala’s departure, Clarissa sat down to rest.

Her eyes met with Shermaine’s as the latter casually glanced over. Shermaine even smiled as though she was trying to be friendly.

After a while, Clarissa quietly rescinded her own gaze. She was not going to be fooled by that woman’s superficial gestures.

The shooting was intense over the following couple of days, and Justin was a demanding director. It was exactly because of his work ethic that he was able to produce quality work. And were he not able to, the actors would all have been scared off already.

The time came for Clarissa to fulfill the agreement with Matthew. Time seemed to be passing a little too fast for her liking. Perhaps she had been too busy to find the time to think about him.

It was only at night while they conversed over video call that she acted like she missed him.

She had taken leave from the director and would depart for D City on Friday night, arriving back on Saturday as she promised.

Meanwhile, Matthew would be coming to pick her up personally.

It was only upon seeing him in the flesh at the airport did she realize how long they had been apart and how much she missed him.

In spite of that, she remained level-headed, as there were still people around this late at night. She smiled sweetly in his company but did not conduct herself with overt passion.

Matthew took her backpack off her shoulder and was quietly collected as he extended one hand toward her.

segments of his long and slender digits were well defined. Clarissa’s lips lifted into a slight smile as she extended her own hand over to be

in his palm and walked in tandem as he led

settled into the car, she found herself wrapped inside his arms. She had no chance to say anything as his lips were promptly pressed against hers. His

herself freed from this dizzying kiss. He kept his arm around her waist as he pecked lightly upon her lips,

his tongue brushed against

heavily as her red lips

“Take a guess.”

own and probably had no idea that she looked every bit as captivating as a summer flower

darkened eyes gazed right into hers and invited her

woman, however, did not fall in head-along. He then sealed her lips with his once more. The answer to that question became

took priority over everything at that

was unusually quiet.

from the car and straight into the bedroom. The door closed behind them as Matthew

At midnight.

when she strolled into the kitchen to look for

she boarded. Matthew was all over her since her arrival, which left her tired, famished, and sleepy. It was the hunger that she

yawned a few times as she watched over the

and enveloped her around the waist. Warm exhalation breezed past her cheeks. She

“No.”

different variety. His

little faster. The cover of the pot was lifted. In went some herbs and seasoning. A couple of eggs cracked. And

out the strands, the man was

you let go for a

of her head, and the hardness of his body melded

to do.

pet following her around. She thought he might let go of her when they reached the dining table. Surely he had to release his hold

Matthew had other

eat unless she sat on his

out of breath – before she could sit down and enjoy, what was

her side with legs crossed and eyes fixated glowingly upon her

right care about how he was looking at her. Sustenance was all that was on her

mouthful of soup. That was when Matthew closed in. With a hand to the back of her head, he directed her into his

while before he relinquished his grip and smacked

comment and merely drew a tissue to

her head down upon the table. Her eyes narrowed and blinked groggily as she regarded the smiling

his usually stylish cropped hair was as it hung over his forehead. There was a smidgen of delight between his defined brows. The man was relaxed in his pajamas with the collars loosened and opened at the chest, which exposed his bronzed and chiseled pecs. The atmosphere in the kitchen was still yet

of the light against the dark of night, his features were accentuated and delicately exquisite – the perfect

of her eyes

came along and snapped out

immediately. Her hands felt the flush