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After a while, Clarissa quietly rescinded her own gaze.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.

a slight smile as she extended her own hand over

and walked in tandem

had no chance to say anything as his lips were promptly pressed against hers. His overpowering testosterone

from this dizzying kiss. He kept his arm around her waist as

his tongue brushed against her

as her red lips

“Take a guess.”

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

darkened eyes gazed right into hers and invited her to jump

woman, however, did not fall in head-along. He then sealed her lips with his

cravings took priority over everything

house was unusually quiet. No one dared

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

At midnight.

in her nighties when she strolled into the kitchen to look for

only had some light snacks before she boarded. Matthew was all over her since her arrival, which left her tired, famished, and sleepy. It was the hunger that she found it hardest to bear. A

yawned a few times as she watched over

pair of powerful arms reached around and enveloped her

“No.”

of a different

faster. The cover of the pot was lifted. In went some herbs and seasoning. A

ladled out the strands, the man was still

let go for a

and the hardness of

do whatever you have to

though Clarissa had a gigantic pet following her around. She thought he might let go of her when they reached the dining

had other

not let her eat unless

before she could

the meantime, Matthew lounged lazily to her side with legs crossed and eyes fixated glowingly upon

looking at her. Sustenance was all that

downing the last mouthful of soup. That was when Matthew closed in. With a hand to the back

it there for a while before he relinquished his grip and

drew a tissue to wipe the corners

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

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

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

was not aware of

came along

Her hands felt the flush on her cheeks