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After a while, Clarissa quietly rescinded her own gaze.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

slender digits were well defined. Clarissa’s lips lifted into a slight smile as she extended her

warmth in his palm and walked in tandem

to say anything as his lips were promptly pressed against hers. His overpowering testosterone mixed

around her waist as he pecked lightly upon her lips, her face, the corner of her

breathed as his tongue brushed against

fell heavily as

“Take a guess.”

countered his question with one of her own and probably had no idea that she looked every bit as captivating as

eyes gazed right into hers and invited her to jump

fall in head-along. He then sealed her lips with his once more.

cravings took priority over

the house was unusually quiet. No one dared come out

straight into the bedroom. The door

At midnight.

her nighties when she strolled into the kitchen to

her since her arrival, which left her tired, famished, and sleepy. It was the hunger that she found it hardest to bear. A bit of noodles ought

yawned a few times as

powerful arms reached around and enveloped her around

“No.”

albeit of a different variety. His tone was laid-back and

made Clarissa’s heart pulse a little faster. The cover of the pot was lifted. In went some herbs and seasoning. A couple of eggs cracked.

the

you let go for a while?

the hardness of his

you have to

go of her when they reached the dining table. Surely he had to release his hold in order for

Matthew had

would not let her eat unless

almost ran out of breath – before she could sit down and enjoy, what was in that moment, the most delicious noodles

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

right care about how he was looking at her. Sustenance

the last mouthful of soup. That was when Matthew closed in.

held it there for a while before he relinquished his grip and smacked his lips.

and merely drew a tissue to

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

smidgen of delight between his defined brows. The man was relaxed in his pajamas with

features were accentuated and delicately

not aware of her eyes becoming

came along and snapped

flush on her cheeks as