Chapter 8 - Fighting Her Feelings

Going out of her apartment’s gate, Cassandra’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a luxury car in front of her apartment. 

Seeing Marty get off the car, Cassandra's feet were glued to the ground. Marty walked towards Cassandra, and took her small luggage. Cassandra was left with no choice but to get in the car. 

Unsure what to say, Cassandra remained silent throughout the journey.

Cassandra was thinking if Marty was really there to pick her up or if it just so happened that he passed by. Her heart is beating so fast as if she did a 500-meter sprint. 

Marty, on the other hand, kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror. He is content to be with her. She was the only woman who mattered to him. 

As they neared the film set, Cassandra spoke, “Sir Marty, please drop me off here. I'll take a walk from here. ” Her voice was soft. 

Marty stopped the car, and Cassandra grabbed her luggage out of the back seat. 

“Thank you again, Sir Marty” she closed the car’s door and walked towards the film set. 

Marty looked at Cassandra’s back, when she was a few meters away, it was only then that Marty drove his car slowly, following her. 

Inside the dressing room, Cassandra was racking her brain to figure out ways to avoid contact with Marty after filming. She couldn’t let herself fall for him deeper, the sooner she gets over her feelings for him the better. The last thing she needed is to get involved with the infamous playboy of the film industry. 

After about ten minutes, the makeup artist arrived, placed the makeup kit on the table and started doing Cassandra's makeup once she had finished setting up the makeup kit. 

The door to the dressing room opened and a head popped up on the door. 

“Ms. Cassandra, Sir Marty wants to speak to you.” The crew said, then closed the door. 

Cassandra’s heart palpitates upon hearing the crew. Her face turned pale a few shades and her hands became cold. When her hair and makeup were done, Cassandra went to see Marty at once. 

Cassandra wore a facade of calm, but deep within her was like a raging sea. There's an inner turmoil within her, she is fighting back her excitement to see Marty’s handsome face. His tantalizing silver eyes and alluring lips that make her heart flutter. His voice is soothing her soul. Marty is making her head spin like a whirlpool. 

The fear that her heart will be shattered by the infamous Casanova conflicts with the giddy feeling that she has whenever she is near him. 

“Hey, you’re already here.” Marty smiled at Cassandra. 

"I want you to take a peek at the changes that were made to the script." Marty drew a chair for Cassandra and beckoned for her to sit down. 

Cassandra looked around to see if anyone had seen Marty's gesture, but saw that everyone was occupied. She sat on the chair and Marty handed her the script. 

Cassandra went through the script and she can't believe what she read. Every intimate scene in which she was supposed to act was removed. 

She looked into Marty with teary eyes, “Thank you, Sir Marty” her lips quivered. 

“You are the only director who did it for me, the rest never paid attention to my plight every time I filmed an intimate scene.” The tears gathered in her eyes escaped and rolled on her cheeks. 

At the sight of Cassandra crying, Marty could not resist the urge to wipe away her tears. He gently wiped Cassandra’s tear-stricken face with his thumb while he cupped her face. 

"Hush... Don't cry, your makeup will be ruined," Marty joked. 

Cassandra smiled as she sniffled, “Sir Marty, I don’t know how to thank you.” 

"Take me to dinner tonight and we'll call it even." Marty touched the end of her nose, Cassandra's heart trembled.  

“Alright,” Cassandra felt relieved that after dinner, she wouldn't be thinking how to repay him. 

So when she starts to avoid him her conscience won’t be bothered she thought. 

"Wait for me when we're done." Marty's on his feet. 

After some time, they began filming. The filming wasn’t going well as Kenneth was pissed off that all the intimate scenes with Cassandra were removed. They did several takes for one scene, but he can't act right. 

On the contrary, Marty only smirked seeing the annoyance etched all over Kenneth’s face. He fancied about Cassandra and to have an intimate scene with her was his chance to touch her 

“I wouldn’t let you touch her,” Marty mumbled and smirked. 

When he was beginning to be exasperated, Marty called for a break. Marty spoke to Kenneth and warned him that he is going to remove him from the cast if he won’t give his best. After he talked to Kenneth, he went to sit in his chair and phoned someone.

While he had a phone call, Len came up to him with a cup of coffee and a blueberry cheesecake in her hands, and she put them on the table next to Marty. With her leaving, Marty beckoned her to wait. Marty ended the call and put his phone on top of the table. 

“Did Cassandra tell you to bring these to me?” Marty took the coffee and sipped.

"Yes Sir" Len smiled, Marty looked around and found Cassandra talking with her co-actors, her back on him.

“Tell her to come over.” Marty smiled, Len nodded and scurried towards Cassandra. 

Marty watched Len approach Cassandra and whisper into her ear. Cassandra looked in Marty’s direction and their eyes locked for a few seconds. Cassandra shied away and was the one to break eye contact. 

She excused herself and walked towards Marty with a cup of coffee in her hand. “Do you need something, Sir Marty?” Cassandra smiled. 

“Join me here, I need company.” Marty gestured for her to sit. 

Cassandra sat and looked around, but everybody was engrossed talking with each other. 

“What are you looking at?” Marty furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s nothing, sir.” Cassandra looked at the cup of coffee in her hand. 

"Are you afraid of being talked about as one of my collections?" Marty's eyes narrowed.  

Cassandra didn’t dare to look at Marty, her hand trembled at his question. She did not expect that question from him.