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Capítulo 4: Chapter 4

Scarlett's POV

As we step out of the elevator and towards my room, I could feel her trying to relax her racing heart.

"I don't know if I should be excited about that or worried.' I think.

We reach my room, and I almost miss her whole body stiffen. I ignore it and open the door.

"Ladies first," I tell.

She let's go of my arm and walks inside with me right behind her. I close the door behind me and see her sitting on the bed, her legs crossed, right over left, with the slit of her dress showing off her ample leg up to her thighs.

"Like what you see?" she asks seductively.

Her voice was smooth like velvet, but I could hear some nervousness in her voice. I swallow the dryness that caught my throat and tried to speak.

"I wanted to get us alone so we could finally talk," I tell.

She leans back on her hands a little bit and looks at me; eyebrow raised like my statement was false.

"...Alright. Let's talk." she says.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask, taking a seat on the bed.

"Really? Are we back in high school now?" she giggles.

"Maybe, but it got you to loosen up a little bit. Now answer the question." I say.

"Y/F/C. What about you?" she asks.

"Red. Favorite book?" I ask.

"Y/F/B. I love the plot, twist, and turns with it," she says.

We went onto talking for a good portion of the night and broke into the minibar. We were laughing freely and went as far as scooting closer to each other.

"So there I was, head to toe soaked in ice-cold water clothes, cause they wanted to make the scene more believable, waiting on the sidelines for my que and the director says that the scene wasn't what the movie needed and cut the whole thing out." Y/N tells, laughing.

"So you were standing in soaked clothes for at least two hours waiting, and they scrapped the whole scene?? That must have made you mad." I tell after taking a sip of our champagne.

"I was livid. I had told the director those hours were wasted for nothing if we were going to do anything with that scene I was prepared for and no time to do any other scene that day, knowing I had other gigs that I needed to be at. He said if it was too much for me to handle for me to walk away." she says.

"Did you?" I ask.

"I did. He didn't think that I would, because he knew that I would have been one of the best actresses he's hired onto one of his movies. Even his boss said to get me back on, but I refused." she says.

"His loss," I say.

"So tell me something. Why does everyone, including the media, perceive you like this badass player?" she asks.

"The media likes to spin a lot of things about me. That I've had a lot of women in my bed, I have a child out of wedlock, not paying on child support, the list goes on." I tell.

"Well, what's true then?" she asks.

".....I'm just a regular celebrity that wants to get to know you," I tell.

She smiles at me and leans against my side. I make a move and loop my arm around her waist. I pull her against me, and she squeaks at the movement but doesn't pull away. She turns towards me, and we stare at each other.

We both lean in, and we kiss.

'God, she tastes so good. What I wouldn't give to save this taste.' I think.

I cup her cheek with my hand and pull her in deeper into the kiss. She moans in my mouth and pushes herself closer to me. The door behind me opens, and I hear Jeremy's voice.

"Hey Scarlett, I lost you at the party and wanted to....oh," Jeremy says, walking in.

We pull away, and I turn to Jeremy, glaring at him for interrupting.

"Sorry, I'll go," Jer tells.

"No. I'll go. I got to find Emma anyway." Y/N tells.

Before I could even stop her, she's up and out of the room faster than any of the women that leave my room after taking them to bed.

"Sorry," Jer says.

"Yeah yeah, Jer," I say, falling back onto the bed.

He comes in and closes the door behind him as I stared up at the ceiling.

"Looked like you were getting along great," Jer says.

"We were until you interrupted," I tell, glaring at him.

"Sorry. I didn't know you BOTH would be up here. I thought you came up here to brood or something." he says.

"I wanted to get to know her and try to get her to like me for me. We kind of just went for it." I tell.

"Well, at least she knows the physical aspects of getting involved with you. You better get your "friend" down before we go back to the party. We still have the announcement from Ivy." Jer tells.

"Give me a minute, and I'll be right back down," I tell.

He leaves, and I instantly roll over on the bed and scream into the pillows. I turned back over and started thinking of unusual things, so my "friend" will go down. Once I was sure I was right and down, I make my way down the hallway and to the elevator. I take it down, and once I arrived at the lobby, I immediately saw Jer and go over to him. Ivy was on stage with what I think was another producer and started to gather everyone around him for his announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming on short notice. As you know, I am Martin Ivy, and my companion here is the author of our adapted movie, Skylar Moore." Martin tells.

The girl waves at the crowd and goes to speak.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm so glad that many of you will be acting in this movie. It'll bring my books representation to life, and I can't wait to work with you all." Ms. Moore says.

"I can show you what cover the movie will take, and here it is. Spy Love!!" Mr. Ivy says.

He pulls down a sheet from the now board I didn't see at first, and the movie poster was revealed. I clap with everyone else who does but keep glancing at Y/N. Her eyes did meet mine for a time, but her manager, I guess, pulled her attention back to Martin.

"I already have chosen my two leading ladies for this film that I have no doubt will make this a big success." Mr. Ivy tells.

Mr. Ivy gestures for me to come up on stage, so I move up towards the stage. I see Y/N come up with me, so I take her hand. She lets me and we walk up the stage to stand beside Mr. Ivy.

"Please give a hand to Ms. Scarlett Johansson and Y/N Y/L/N." Mr. Ivy tells.

We both get a round of applause and I could feel Kat Dennings jealous eyes on mine. I smirk on the inside at that but kept my face as pleasant as possible.

Two Hours Later

The party was winding down a bit and a lot of people were going to their rooms for the night. I see Y/N's manager talking with another woman, but I didn't see Y/N.

"Looking for someone?"

I turn and see Y/N right behind me with a glass in her hand.

"I was actually, but I believe that I found her," I tell, taking her hand.

She takes a sip of her drink and looks at me.

"Water?" I ask.

"I was asked by Mr. Hemsworth to do some readings with him tomorrow, so I need a clear mind for tomorrow," she tells.

"I hope that you'll have some room in your schedule to do some readings with me as well. Maybe over dinner?" I ask.

"It just so happens that I don't have any dinner plans tomorrow. 6 alright with you?" she asks.

"Perfect," I say, smiling softly at her.

"I'll see you then," she tells.

She walks away from me, but I didn't have anything to contact her with.

"Wait, what's your number?" I call.

"Check your phone," she calls back.

I pull my phone out and see that she did add her contact in.

"How did she-" I start.

I look up to see her getting in the elevator and her winking at me as the doors close.

"That sly vixen," I say.

I slide my phone back into my pocket and went to find Jer.


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