After a long day of filming, I make it back to my trailer completely exhausted, bloodied, and bruised.

The scene went perfectly, Amanda did really well during the sex scene where her dad bursts in the room and catches us in the act, then throws me out of the house.

During that scene, Dave Burrow, who plays Amanda's dad in the show apologized if he had hurt me during the throwout scene, making the whole crew laugh considering he was this 6'6 guy who looked completely terrifying.

After everyone had finished laughing and wrapping up, I was told by the director that 'Love You To Death' was currently number one on every international paid streaming service online.

When I shut my trailer door and opened my phone from the charger I found, my phone was completely blown up with text messages from Natalie and the agency stating that I was being seriously considered to star in movies, adverts, and more shows.

I had photoshoots lined up for magazines for the next three months, where I'll be positioned right next to supermodels for well know perfume brands like Dior, Hugo boss, and Givenchy.

My life had never been so busy, and at 22 years of living, I can finally say that I've made it, I've finally got to where some actors only dream of.

So why couldn't I enjoy any of it?

Donovan's words ring in my ear 'I made you famous' over and over, whenever I hear about a new opportunity or that I've been offered a part in a movie.

Going through my phone, I have countless messages from friends, and family I hadn't spoken to in years, not since my dad passed away, there were hundreds of them, way too much to go through every single one, not after shooting from early in the morning till 9 PM at night.

I scroll through and one thing I notice is, that I didn't get a single text or call from Donovan.

I don't care, I should just listen to Jill and move on, focus on my work so I can pay him back, and never see his fucking face again, maybe even change agencies, the thought had crossed my mind more than once during the weekend.

If I move agencies now, there would definitely be raised eyebrows about why, and that's when life gets messy and people start digging for gold, they might even find out about the contract.

I don't even know what my sexuality at this point is, and if word gets out that I had a sexual relationship with a famous and wealthy businessman billionaire like Donovan Steele, a well-known public figure in the industry and business world...

There's no saying what the headlines would say, or how much my life would turn upside down.

I groan out stressed to hell and rub my face roughly, just as there was a knock on my trailer door.

Sitting up and putting my phone down, I shout 'come in'.

My co-star, Mich Brenner comes inside my trailer holding two cups of coffee.

"Oh." I literally drool. "You're officially my favorite person." I tell him.

Mich laughs and hands me a coffee, and sits down next to me. "Figured you needed this after a day like today, I know I do." He said grinning tiredly.

"You had no idea." I take a sip and then sigh out a moan. "I'm so tired I can barely see straight."

"You even put cream and honey in it." I laugh as he shrugs.

"I've watched you make your drink every day for the past week, only you use honey in your coffee on set." He grimaces.

"You're practically a freak of nature Evan."

I shrug and put the coffee down and then put my hoodie up, feeling all kinds of tired as I yawn and then pick up my phone to check the time.

"I should go, or they're never going to let me leave." I joke, getting up.

Mich follows me, grabbing his coffee. "It's getting pretty wild." He says. "I heard that they're considering you for some award."

"You were even on the news the director said."

I freeze and then feel pale. "Why?" I ask, trying my best to act casual.

Mich looks at me like 'really? you don't know?'

"Dude, you're 'Connor Whitlock' The new heartthrob of Hollywood in a hit series, and it's not because of Amanda, that brainless barbie doll is a sad excuse for an actress." He scoffs.

"I heard she only took this role because she's drying up on offers." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his coffee. "If it wasn't for you, her career would be long dead, and this show wouldn't be number one."

"All the other cast agree." He shrugs.

I'm completely speechless, the nasty tone in Mich's voice when Amanda came up, almost made me punch him in the face for talking shit about her behind her back, she didn't deserve that.

I never expected any of this from Mich, he always seemed like a nice guy, to everyone, including Amanda.

"Must be why she's clinging onto you and following you around between sets." He laughs out like it's the funniest thing ever. "She's so pathetic."

That's it, I've heard enough.

"Maybe you should keep your fucking opinion to yourself, Mich." I stop walking and snap out. "I didn't realize you were doing so well getting parts to shit on her for trying to stay afloat."

Mich's eyes widen as he stands there speechless, looking at me like I grew two heads.

"Thanks for the drink." I say dryly before dumping it in the nearest trash cash, then walk away.

Fucking piece of shit.

I hate guys like him, he had been flirting with her during every break between sets, and now he's calling her pathetic for landing a job and struggling.

Mich is just fucking sour that Amanda rejected him or some shit, knowing Amanda, I know she's not into pricks like him, the type to talk about you behind your back.

He's the pathetic one, I should've punched him in the fucking face...

I turn around a corner and see Amanda, leaning against my trailer with fresh tears falling down her face.

Oh fuck.

I walk over to her and wrap my arm around her as she sobs into my jacket, while I rub my back comforting her.

"Did you hear any of that?" I ask softly, feeling like an asshole for not shutting him up sooner. "He's just being a-"

"He's right you know." He says quietly, her throat hoarse. "I am pathetic and washed up.'

"T-There were plenty of other girls better to take this part, I only got it because I know the author of the book." She hiccups out. "A-And it's only doing well because of you E-Evan, everyone loves you."

I want to scoff and tell her that she has no idea what she's talking about, but I keep my mouth shut and stroke her hair as she lets it all out and cries into my chest.

Amanda sobs quietly, wrapping her arms around me as I try my best to console her, with thoughts of finding Mich and beating the shit out of him.

"Come on, don't cry." I say, pulling away and wiping her tears with my sleeve, seeing her tear-blotched face. "Fuck Mich."

"He's only talking shit because he's only jealous of you."

She sniffs out and looks up at me with red bloodshot eyes.

"What's he got to be jealous of?"

"I don't know." I scoff. "Maybe the fact that you're smoking hot and you have no interest in him." I say, messing up her hair.

"So fuck Mich, you're smoking hot and an incredible actress, you shouldn't care what he thinks, because I know, and you know that you're incredible."

Amanda smiles, then without warning, she pulls my hoodie tightly towards her and presses her lips against mine as her free hand goes to the back of my head.

I don't have time to react as she turns me around and pushes me against my trailer, and I kiss her back, confused, speechless, and lost in the moment as I bring her closer to me, ignoring a part of my brain, screaming at me to stop.

Her soft lips move in perfect rhythm to mine as she moans out softly into my mouth, the sound of her moan instantly turns me on because of how much I actually didn't dislike kissing her.

What am I doing? I think, as I press my lips harder against hers, and rub my erection against her, making her moan out louder, making me remove my lips from hers and replace them with my hand, making her laugh into my palm.

We're both panting hard as we stare at each other, both of us not knowing what the hell just happened as we listen to see if anyone heard us.

When we hear nothing, I move my hand and step away from her, letting the reality of what the hell just happened kick in.

Fuck, Evan, what the hell did you just do?

"Do you want to come back to my place with me?" She asks, making me turn around and stare at her completely bewildered, and speechless.

Thinking of the sofa that I slept on all weekend at Robbie's makes me seriously take want to take her offer up, that and the way she's looking at me, with feelings so real and pure.

"Sorry." I close my eyes tightly and rub my face, feeling like the worst person ever as I snap out of it and back to my senses.

"I can't." Because I still... "I'm sorry Amanda, I shouldn't have even kissed you."

I take one last look at Amanda, trying to catch her breath and looking at me with that sad beautiful face... then I walk away, like a coward, who just made a huge fucking mistake.