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After a while, Clarissa quietly rescinded her own gaze.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

lifted into a slight smile as she extended her own hand over to

in his palm and walked in tandem as he

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, her face, the corner of her

breathed as his

rose and fell heavily as her red lips parted slightly and

“Take a guess.”

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

right into hers and

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

their mutual cravings took priority over everything at that

to the Zen Highlands, the house was unusually quiet.

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

At midnight.

nighties when she strolled into

dinner as she 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, which left her tired, famished, and sleepy. It was the hunger that she found it hardest to bear. A bit

few times as

silhouette appeared behind her before a pair of powerful arms reached around and enveloped her around the waist. Warm exhalation breezed past her cheeks. She yawned yet again.

“No.”

fill, albeit of a different

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

ladled out the strands, the

let go for a

her head, and the hardness of his body melded into hers. The

to do. I won’t be

was as though Clarissa had a gigantic pet following her around. She thought he might let go of her when they reached the dining table. Surely he had to release

had

would not let her eat

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

to her side with legs crossed and

how he was looking at her. Sustenance was all that was on her

That was when Matthew closed in. With a hand to

before he relinquished his grip and smacked his

and merely drew a tissue to

Clarissa laid her head down upon the table. Her eyes narrowed

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

features were accentuated and delicately exquisite – the

aware of her eyes becoming

soft laugh came along and snapped

hands felt the flush on