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After a while, Clarissa quietly rescinded her own gaze.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

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

felt the warmth in his palm and

no chance to say anything as his lips were promptly pressed

kept his arm around her waist as he pecked lightly upon

as his tongue brushed against her earlobe,

heavily as her red lips parted

“Take a guess.”

had

right into hers and invited her to

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

mutual cravings took priority over everything at

house was unusually quiet. No one dared come out lest they disturbed

straight into the bedroom. The door

At midnight.

when she strolled into the kitchen to look for something

left for the airport directly off the set, and she only had some light snacks before she boarded. Matthew was all over her since her arrival,

yawned a few times as she

arms reached around and enveloped her around the waist.

“No.”

of a different variety. His tone

In went some herbs and seasoning. A couple of eggs cracked. And a simple bowl of noodles

the strands, the man

you let go for

chin remained propped against the top of her head, and the hardness of his body melded into hers. The man was

do whatever you have to do. I won’t

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

had other

not let her eat

of rhetoric until she almost ran out of breath – before she could sit

Matthew lounged lazily to her side with legs crossed and eyes

looking at her.

felt revitalized after downing the last mouthful of soup. That was when Matthew closed in.

it there for a while before he relinquished

comment and merely drew a tissue to wipe

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

smidgen of delight between his defined brows. The man was

light against the dark of night, his features were accentuated and

not aware of her eyes becoming

soft laugh came along and snapped out of

sat upright immediately. Her hands felt the flush on her cheeks as she looked