Fake In Love

Fake In Love

Infinitylocks

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Sky Valentino and Deandra Rose are the perfect definitions of cats and dogs. They are both famous actors but they just never get along. They hate each other behind the camera and they act like they're friends in front of the camera. One day, they both got a project for a romance movie together. They have to act in front of the camera like they're in love. Add some skinship, kisses, hugs, and an explicit scene in the mix. Will they still hate each other or maybe.. they can't take their hands off each other?

Fake In Love Chapter 1 1

"Cut!" The director said.

I love my job as an actress, I can say that I'm proud of myself. As a 22 years old, I can say that I'm living everyone's dream in becoming a star. I love acting, I've been acting since I was a kid.

Maybe I'm lucky since my parents are from the industry. I guess the blood runs like a river. I have a twin brother and his name is Seth. He's a swimming athlete and he's older than me by 3 minutes.

"Jess, we're done for today right?" I asked my manager.

"Almost, you only have one interview left." She told me as she looked at her schedule book to make sure.

"Okay then!" I checked my phone and saw a lot of notification from my friends and some guys who has been hitting on me. His name is James. He's a famous actor too. It's not that I don't like him but I'm still not sure about my feelings. He's a really nice guy and always care for me.

As for Rick, he's a singer and he's been hitting on me since last month. He's so much bolder than James, he's not afraid to tell the world that he likes me. He loves to send a lot of flowers to my set too.

After done at the set, I'm on my way to the interview. I'm hungry and really need to eat.

"Jess, can we stop at the coffee shop near here? I'm so hungry." I said.

"Yeah, sure." She stopped the car and I got out to see the bakery right beside the coffee shop. Oh there's my precious cinnamon roll.

"One cinnamon roll please."

"Cinnamon roll one."

I said it together with someone right beside me. I turned to see Sky Valentino. He's a famous actor too and I can't believe we ran to each other here.

"This is the last one, who's first?" The staff said.

"Me." We both answered it at the same time and I turned to him completely glaring. I love my cinnamon roll and will never let anyone take it.

"I saw it first." He said.

"I ordered first." I said.

"I'm the first to get here."

"I was the one who said it." I hissed.

"Oh really? I said it first, Deandra." He emphasized my name.

"Okay, you two need to stop fighting. We can cut it in half and you two can pay half half." She said smiling sweetly.

"No." We both said to her and she looked so confused.

"Can you just back off?" He said and rolled his eyes.

"No, I won't. How about you Sky, you can back off.. that's my cinnamon roll." Thank God that there's only us in the bakery or else.

"Deandra, it's mine. People do be lying when the call you sweet, you're like an evil witch!"

"You did not just say that."

"I'll take it!" Sky said.

"No! I'll take it." I said sweetly to the staff.

"Let me pay double."

"I'll pay triple."

"Listen, Deandra. I saw it first so don't try me.."

"I'm not afraid of you!" I hissed.

"Here!" The staff bursted and we both turned to her. She already cut the cinnamon roll into half.

"Why did you cut it?" My heart broke.

"You two bicker so much, you both are famous. Since I like you both so much, I decided to cut in half." She smiled.

"We don't share."

"I don't know her!" Sky pointed his hand at me.

"Take it." I put the money and walked out from the bakery with half of cinnamon roll.

"Hey!" Sky called me but I got into the car quickly.

"Go!" I told Jess.

"What took you so long?" She asked.

"Nothing, let's just go." She drove me to the studio. They already prepared me a waiting room. My hair stylist changed my hair into a pony taul and do a little touch up for my make up.

"Be ready in 5." The staff said.

"Okay." Jess said. I walked outside and almost bumped into my cinnamon roll stealer.

"Ugh!"

"You again.." Sky hissed.

"Why are you two here? Go to the studio now!" The staff pushed us both to the studio.

"Ready?" They asked and I nodded.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Sky.

"I should be the one who asked you that." He rolled his eyes.

"Please welcome Sky Valentino and Deandra Rose!" The MC announced.

"Shoot.." I hissed.

"Why? Don't want to do an interview with me?" He whispered before walking out.

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