Contracted Wife for the Hollywood Billionaire
was a professional who knew her limits, but she had a past with this man that he didn't
. That had been the case since he started acting at the age of te
ten, she collected posters of Christian, wearing only worn-out jeans, adorning her bedroom walls. Her notebook was f
xploded, and she was there, fascinat
r family. But her passion for movies and for Chris led her to pursue theater. Thus, she
r to strive so hard that she would soon find opportunities in small series, leading her to many others. Even tho
roducer's house presented her with the perfect opportunity. Nervous and anxious, she nearly lost her composure, bu
ing him know she was his fan. And... Chris acted just like Christian always did: he ignored her, raising one hand, stating that
hoped he would at least look at her face
, never mee
he thought it would be a brief and insignificant interaction. However, it was when the film written by Jonathan Spector came along: My Fake Lov
er dislike him from the start. Then, on the first day, with the script in her head and in her hand, she entered the film set,
d, with that hunter's gaze, scanned her from head to toe and ended it with a mischie
body tremble. Her tongue disappeared,
curves and wavy chocolate-colored hair. Her fit physique was strictly regulated by her ag
ts, along with sunglasses that hid his beautiful blue eyes. The jeans hugged his perfect rear, something s
her, and she found herself
nd to that scoundrel who seemed to get m
casual encounters, or on screens. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he knew she was different. Somehow, she manag
btle perfume, and ample bosom held his attention. But then, out of now
knew her from or wh
ene. Without showing it, Sophia was nervous, her heart in her mouth, and her hands s
ad taught her to connect with her scene partner. Sh
ieved something she never expected: they genuinely got along and delivered a romantic chemistry that
mpletion and premiere. He had made a point of leaving his spot just to provoke her and question her furtive glances that revealed how
, he found a partner with whom he connected so well that they tr
sed how much she despised him. And unlike Sophia, he liked her. His loose tongue had wiped the smug smile off his face several tim
I will accuse yo
so much that you'll want to repe
emembered that every time their characters kissed, it wasn't just acting. In thos
know that your panties
least," she said the words an
all those months. She couldn't hate that body and the
es. He wanted to take her off that wooden bench, dra
ia
do, thought of something negative. Usually, she would recall the humiliation he had put her t
ng at her
ngerous part of it. Chris only needed a couple of conversations with a woman before they ended up in bed. Sophia, on the other
g, you know tha
t proud. "That
does. You enjo
ounter, showcasing her cleavage. Chris tried but couldn't
r give up." He l
observing from afar, it seemed like an intriguing conversation. Even wor
ould be to admit tha
ite drink, a Martini, and drank while star
ed his brow, curious. "
g conquests. And I won't be one of them,
didn't matter, his goal was
away from your controversies and
y 'never'." Sophia leaned against the glass, watching him. "Besides, it's not me
self-centered. A da
one of the best smi
runs the risk of gettin
as magical as she had thought before stepping into that world. Everything, or almost everything, was fake. People smiled falsely, were friends
own, and many didn't look at him with respect. Of course, he wasn't a saint. His choices, o
membered the rude way he had treated her, and even though it had been a long time ago, when