The film's script, characters, and plot were amazing, the only thing that I hated was the fact that Edward was being played by Ryan, my ex. And what made it worse was that I hadn't truly gotten over him, but he didn't know that.

My character, Megan, hated her boss, Edward.

A new work incentive stated that if you worked overtime every day for a month you'd get a commission, and since Megan needed the money, she did just that. She hated it only because her cocky boss stayed late every day too.

At the start, Megan hated having him close to her and having him in the same room as her. But as time passed, she started wanting him close, and it got to a point where I found myself wanting him close too.

I had to convince myself that it was Megan feeling those things, not me. And that whatever it looked like Ryan felt for me, it was Edward feeling it, not him.

"Action!" The director called once all the cameras were set and we'd taken our positions.

Edward knocked on my already open door, his tall frame leaning against the side of the door. I knew exactly why he was here and held out my hand as he approached. He dropped the envelope in my hand and I opened it.

"What is this?" I shot up from my chair and met his hazel brown eyes. "I've been staying later than everybody else and this is all I get?" I banged the paper onto my desk, "you call that a bonus?"

Edward scrunched his brows in confusion before picking up the envelope. He had the audacity to look upset.

"Is this why you were so kind to me? Because you knew and didn't want me to step out of line again? Were you acting nice and charming just to keep me in check?!"

"As you saw, the envelope was sealed, I had no idea." He scratched his jaw, irritated. "It's unacceptable, you need to get an amount you deserve," he said sternly, scrunching the paper before facing me again. "And just so you know, I've never done or said anything I didn't mean."

"Everything you've said and done was ingenuine."

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know," I retorted, despite my erratic heartbeat. "You're a selfish, arrogant—"

His lips were suddenly on mine.

In the script, it was supposed to be a peck, but his lips parted mine, kissing me passionately, and I wasn't supposed to kiss him back, I was supposed to act surprised and freeze, but as soon as his tongue brushed mine, I lost it. He deepened the kiss as my fingers curled in his black locks.

We slowly parted, "do you think that was ingenuine, Kellie?" He asked, following the script again. "Well, it wasn't, it was anything but ingenuine."

He lingered but eventually left, but I was frozen in place.

He'd called me by my real name, and I didn't know what to think of that.