An Imperfect Love

I woke up with a heavy headache. Ugh! My head! I swear that my head is right now spinning. Sunlight reflected through the glass window into my bedroom. I rubbed my eyes and turned other side of the bed. Fuck! A girl is sleeping near me. Her breath is slow going up and down through her chest. Her eyes fluttered trying to wake her up. Shit! Not again! I tried to remember about last night. Bizarre images of me drinking in a pub, seeing her dancing, flirting with her, coming to my apartment, me kissing her, she removing my shirt..then..fuck!

I jumped out of the bed wearing my blue jean. I stood near the window, sunrays fell on my face which tried to make my head clear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth when it touched my bare chest. I lit up a cigarette and inhaled it's breath.

I am Chris, Christopher Mike Rovan, age 27, born in America, Boston. Son of Kevin and Crystal Rovan, well known actors of Hollywood. Since Decades, our family is been into acting and my parents want to continue this. So, I had no choice as a result I'm now a famous actor in Hollywood. I stepped here at the age of 16, after graduating at Lee Strasberg theatre and film institute. It's now an one-way path. I've come too long and there is no go back even if I want to.

Since my childhood, I've been in spotlight, camera flashes everywhere you go and whatever you do, stalking me, gossips, rumors...ugh..all I need is normal life whenever I walk on the street, people need to smile at me and say hi, not to chase me or photo me. I feel like a zoo animal inside the cage.

When I finished my cigarette, two hands snaked my chest and a face pressed on my back, "Good morning" she whispered.

I turned back and looked her. She was in my shirt, "That's mine" I cocked my eyebrows.

"But it suits me, Right?" She tried to wrap her arms around my neck.

"No! it doesn't" I moved away replying, "I hate when someone touches my stuff".

"But you didn't mind yesterday" she winked.

"Give back my shirt, now!" I ordered her.

She rolled her eyes, "Fine! Stop being a jerk" saying that she went to the bed and searched her clothes.

"So Chris, what's for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry" she said changing her clothes.

"This is not a hotel. If you are hungry go and get food outside".

"God! You are such a asshole!" She stunned, "you are completely different from yesterday".

"Not only me, I also didn't expect you to be clingy".

"It's not clingy, it's a basic manner".

"No it's clingy for me. Didn't I informed you clearly it's a one night stand?"

"Yeah..you did...but..."

"Also" I cutted her, "I asked you to get out of this house before I can wake up? You didn't do anything I asked and you are yelling at me".

"I thought you liked me?"

"Tell me Is this says that I like you?" I cocked my eyebrows.

"You know what?" She throwed shirt on my face, "I regret for yesterday's night. You are selfish".

"Get out" I shouted.

"You chameleon" she buckled her shoes, "You are beautiful outside, inside you are a jerk..a complete jerk.. I'll never meet you again".

"I wish the same. Now, Get out! Get out!" I yelled continuously and only stopped when I heard the sound of door banging.

I showered and came down to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and picked orange juice and jelly beans. I poured juice in the glass and jelly beans in the bowl. When I finished half of the content, Chuck came inside.

Chuck Cooper, 32, My manger. He is with me for past five years and manages all my schedules. We became close, so close he calls me Chris. I rarely give that privileges to others.

"Chris, I saw Mellie wray in the lift. Whether she was here yesterday night?"

I replied sipping my juice, "Oh! Her name is Mellie Wray?"

"Ah...now I know why she angrily punched lift button" he smirked, "You don't even remembered her name?"

I shrugged.

"Chris, I think you should end your flings without angering them".

"They are overstepping the line".

"Whatever be careful that's all I can say. All womens will not be same".

"You don't worry about that. what's today schedule?"

"Umm..wait a sec" he searched on his tab, "Shoot all the day".

I let out a exhausted sigh, "Ugh..I'm going to die. But thank God! I don't have to do any interview. Otherwise I need to fill my coffee cup with alcohol".

I have social anxiety to overcome that my publicist advised this idea. Whenever I need to meet huge crowd or do an interview I'll hid alcohol in a coffee cup. That soothes my nerves. So that I'll be free from anxiety.

"Oh! Sorry!..on the way you have an interview".

"Come on yeah! Not fair!"

"Don't worry it's not that big magazine. Just an 15 minutes interview, they been chasing for me months. So, I asked them to wait at your coffee shop".

Yes, I own a coffee shop name 'Rebuff'.

"Ok, what's the name?"

"A..magazine name 'New Era' "

"Hmm..never heard of that name".

"Like I said, it's not that big. They are in their first step".

"Fine..just 15 minutes..after that no more questions, deal?"

"They know that" he replied.

"Whether you informed them not to ask anything about my personal life?"

"Uh-oh" he kept his hand in the head, "I..umm..kinda forgot".

"Cooper...you know how much they die to know about this!" I clenched my jaw, "Fine, If they ask anything about my personal life, interview is over within that minute".

"But..."

"No that's it!" I stopped him, "Let me fill the cup".

I poured wine in the coffee cup.

We stopped at our coffee shop. Chuck and me went inside. He pointed me a table, "There she is..her name is Ana".

A girl was sitting there showing her back, "Ok, Chuck. I'll take it from here. Call me exactly after 15 minutes. Tell them to open the Shop, after this ends".

"Okay".

I removed my cooler and went near her wearing my fake smile. A smile which says I'm ready for interview, but actually not. I stopped near her, "Umm..Ana?"

She looked me and raised from her chair with a smile. Woah! I didn't expect this bomb.

Lady before me is in her mid-twenties. She was lean, white and had a most beautiful heart shaped face I've ever seen with piercing Blue eyes, straight sharp nose, Baby pink medium lips, straight thick eyebrows. Her cheek bones were perfect making her smile to look beautiful and sexy. Her white perfect aligned teeth tried to show it's glow during that smile. Her eyes glowed in confidence and radiated new energy on me. Her silky dense brown hair were loose in feathered bangs with aroma of sunflower and it perfectly fell on her forehead. She smelled like vanilla.

She was wearing a simple red midi dress beneath her black overcoat with flat sandals. It perfectly fitted and showed her figures. I looked her from top to bottom admiring. Any men will stop and glance her once for a minute.

She extended her right hand, which had large dial black watch accompanied with marble block dot bracelet on her wrist, "Hi, my name is Ana. I'm from New Era magazine".

"Christopher Rovan" I smiled.

We took our seats opposite to each other. She took a recorder out of the handbag, "So..umm..your manager said you are busy..shall we start?"

"Sure" I said looking her.

"First of all, Mr. Rovan Congratulations for the success of your flim franchise ' The American spy' you acted in 7 flims in 10 years and now you are finally out of the character. How do you feel?" She asked with a smile.

"Umm..to be Frank..I miss it. You know it's been 10 years journey. But, at the same time we cannot stay there for long time. I want to try different things".

"How you see yourself before and after this flims. It made you confident or to hide because of the fame?"

I smiled, "Partly both. You know sometimes when we go out, we can see the flashing lights around us...not blaming it.. but every day.. and everywhere.. that's what makes me uncomfortable".

She smiled, "Well, you can never avoid it".

"So true".

Interview went like this for 15 minutes. She politely asked all the questions and keenly observed my answers. I won't deny that I never stopped looking those sexy lips when moved.

She stopped recorder exactly after 15 minutes, "Umm..thanks for the interview...Mr. Rovan this will highly help our magazine".

"What? That's all?"

"Yeah..your manager said that you gave us only 15 minutes".

"No..No..I mean..nothing about my personal life?"

"No..why should I ask that? It's your personal. I don't want to intrude and make money from that" saying that she placed the recorder inside the bag.

Impressive that someone saying this words in this field! Also I need to say her questions were purely professional. To my surprise, I didn't touch my alcohol. She maintained her distance perfectly, no flirty talks, nothing to impress me. My phone rang, it's chuck, "Give me 10 more minutes, Chuck".

"Umm..Ana..why don't we grab a coffee?"

She was honestly surprised to hear this from me, "Oh..I would love to..But I need to be in another place within an hour so.."

This is the first time, a lady denying my offer..what? Am I not intimidating her?

"Sure...sure..no worries" I stood up.

She took her handbag and raised up, "It was nice a interviewing you, Mr. Rovan. This will be published in our article this weekend".

"Sure, I would love to see it and call me Chris".

"Okay...Chris..bye..will meet you some other time".

We walked up to the door and I opened door for her. She thanked me and headed towards the street. Soon she disappeared into the crowds.

"Chris, Is everything okay?" Chuck asked me.

"Yeah..good" I tucked my hands in the pocket.

I fixed my eyes on the direction she went, "Chuck, You have a task".

"What?"

"Collect all information about this Ana".