Chapter 1
"Have you checked this weeks schedule?" I bite my tongue. To keep from cursing out. This man also known as Christan the most popular award winning actor all over the country --- world. He as well as be the most attractive eligible bachelor. Probably in this huge world I'm the only person who finds him arrogant, bossy, rude. He is. He is a total of two different person on cam and off cam.
"Done day dreaming?" My eyes snap in his direction. He wasn't looking at me. He was scrolling his phone.
"I did ".
"Go ahead"
"You have few interview in afternoon. A charity to attend. A live reality show and the upcoming movie meeting".
"I'm not going for live reality show ". Can he not be a ass?
"I'm sorry but you cannot cancel it now"
"I don't care I'm not going to do those stupid stuffs there". I don't understand who the fuck made him a actor. And it's not him. Who has to call them to cancel it! It's me! It's so annoying. "What I'm doing today?"
I read the TT. "Few advertisement shooting and a meeting with agency". He nod. I concentrate on my food which is now cold.
I swear if I weren't in a need for money to pay off my student loan I would rather prefer to work as a waiter than his assistant. He pays me high. Though 80% of it goes in loan. I always wanted to study in most popular and top University of NY. I thought I would get a job and easily pay off the loan but .... it's too much. Like it'll take at least 10 or more years for me to pay.
I wish I could go back in time and give a vibrating slap to myself. As soon as I complete my studies I started looking for job but I could either eat or pay loan with those ... after another year I found this job. One years since then. I have tolerated this man for one year. I work for more than 11 hrs for him every day. Though it's because he pays extra. But still 11 is a two digit number!
Will I have to work more 10 years? For him? God. At the age of 26 I'm struggling like this while look on the other side of table sitting a billionaire who don't give a shit about his money...use it like toilet paper.
World is so unfair.
"I need water"
You have got two legs and hands! I'm not your servent.
I wanted to say that. But instead I got up fill his glass with water.
He look up from phone. Glaring at me with his black orbes as if I spit in his glass.
Believe me. I love his work. He's one of the finest actors I have ever seen. I love how much it is of my contribution but can he not be a Jerk?
"Can you stop thinking so loudly"
"What?"
"Stop glaring and thinking shits " that's the quality of actors right? Or is he a mind reader now. "I'm not a mind reader but I damn well can read the expression ".
I gulped.
He got up. I was placing the dishes in the washer when ...Minutes later he walks down in a casual white shirt and grey jeans. Glasses hanging low on his nose bridge. I look down. Sigh." Are dishes too heavy for you?"
"What? No" he's too much!
"Then hurry up"
I wish I had the courage to throw this washing sponge right in his sinful face.
Even though I'm not needed I have to stay and listen to all the boring talks in meeting and note important things. And I want nothing more than to go home and spread my body on bed.
I don't even understand the half of things they discuss. Because they are talking in Italian. Yes Christian is Italian. And he's here because New York suits him better he said. I'd pressed the urge to roll my eyes because who the hell don't like Italy?
He's not human.
"When's your visa's ending?" Mr. manager asked. And Christan's head turned at me.
I titl my head.
He groand."Don't you know that?"
"Oh ..um yes. Soon I guess" he shook his head pinching his brow.
I am supposed to know that but I'm not a computer system you can ask for any data anytime.
"I want to apply permanent residence"
Manger look from me to Christan. If there is anyone who understands my position, it is Antonio. Because we know how hetrick it can get to work for this man."you can't".
"You know my contract with this agency is ending soon and I'm not looking forward to renew it...." Everyone knows that you can't just be a permanent residence. It's employment visa or--
"Get married then" my eyes snap to manager.
" Are you kidding me?"
"See Christan I have told you before about this so drop this topic. And you know right people will die to marry you".
That's not a lie. If he announces for a wife/or husband selection I'm sure every single person will be in a line at his door step next second.
"I don't date, everyone knows that... How am I supposed to get married out of nowhere?!".
I leaned palming my face elbow resting in desk."That will be a huge block buster don't you think? I mean the Christmas Ferrari got married! And maybe you can even try marrying a commoner so it won't be a hassle and even shake the world ".
"Exactly!" Antonio stoop clapping his hands."And this way the rumours about you sleeping around will go down". They are not just rumours though. I'm more than 99% sure that he has fucked every co-star he worked with.. though since past two months he hasn't been with anyone his image had him rolling under rumours.
"Are you both crazy? No I mean do you think it's easy like popping candies? It's so ridiculous "
"Oh come on it's not that hard. You can pay someone or something like that " he glared at me.
"Don't fuck with me"
"I'm not. I'm just helping you"
His gaze narrowed."oh yeah? Then how about you do the honour of sharing my last name?"
My eyes widen.
"You'll get paid assistant"
