Who are you really?

AARON'S POV

I can't stop myself. I can't stop thinking about her every single minute of my life. It was as though I've been drugged by her radiance and being that I'm weirdly addicted to her and only her. Should I try winding up this schedule early and see if she goes to the same club again? It's a Saturday today. I don't have any college homework to do either.

"Alright, guys! I'm cutting the time to ten minutes of no-gap shooting! So keep it natural, alright? Three positions max." I yell, the producer looking at me with a raise in his eyebrow. I give him a guilty smile, because he's funded them for thirty minutes of time while I reduced it ten minutes. He must be severely pissed at me because of that. Well, i can't help it. I don't want to be late and miss my chances.

"Big old man! Faster and nut in her!" I widen my eyes when the director yells at the male actor through the earpiece. That was unexpected. After the shoot ended, I was approached by the middle aged man and he pats my shoulder before resting his arm around.

"So, you in a hurry for something?" He gets right into the point. I nod, showing no resistance. He raises an eyebrow and squints his eyes, giving me that suspicious look.

"Is it a girl?"

"Right again." Finally packing my precious camera and wiping the sweat off my forehead, I slither away from his hold and smile at him.

"You're cutting my pay, right?"

"Of course." Wow. Well. I don't mind it.

"How much?"

"80$ loss per minute. Nineteen minutes out of the schedule so it's around 1500$ cut from your pay. I'll send the 800$ now, check out for it." I make a guilty face but nod my head nonetheless.

While I was driving to the club on my Yamaha Bike, I noticed the lack of people this early in the evening. Might as well wait inside and have a couple of drinks. Sipping on draft beer, I check the time and it was around 7:30. I have to be home by eleven and sleep for my schedule tomorrow.

If was 9:20, and I was beginning to lose my patience. Club Red ain't giving me hope anymore.

Just when I thought of leaving and following my curfew, a silhouette from the entrance of the bar makes a grand entrance with her best friend. It's him. The gay guy who is hot enough to swoon any straight male over here.

"Ahem." Clearing my throat, I pay the old oaf bartender and skip towards them. The lack of audience yet responsive crowd makes them bow their heads as they sway their hips to the loud music, almost like a couple's dance. She was grinding on him, making me grind my teeth together too.

No. Why am I feel jealous? What an idiot am I?

"Hey! Jocastia!" I vaguely remember such a difficult name. She must be Cuban.

Her head whips around to figure out who called her out. Chuckling, I approach her and pull her away from her friend towards one of the semi closed cabins. Thank god this was luckily empty.

"Hey!" She jumps on me to hug. That was quite unexpected, given her nature to be stuck up or snobbish? I'm not judging her. I'm only describing what I say on our first unplanned rendezvous.

"Hi to you too. I uh... I don't want to bother you by saying this but I've been thinking a lot about you lately. All that ever strikes to me is you. It's not a love confession." I briefly look up from my feet to see her reaction. Her smile was fading, it made me panic. What is she expecting from me!? I can't figure it out!

I was walking on eggshells. Dangerously close to cutting the thin thread between us. I don't want to lose her. God help me!

"Gimme your phone." She says. I obey her again like a puppy. After she's done typing her number, I couldn't hold my excitement down as I begin tapping my foot on the floor. We were still standing.

"Here. And I'd like you to take me to your house if you don't live with your parents." Oh. My. God.

Did I hear that right?

"O-of course. Do you trust me that much already, Miss Jocastia?"

"I do." Saying that, she goes on her toes to hold me by my neck, pulling me down to her height as her warm lips touch mine. What is this? What was going on?

I couldn't digest the scenario. The girl on my mind just kissed me! I can't react!

"That was my first kiss." I could say. She was inexperienced and left me only with a warm chaste kiss on my lips. But I could feel the heat. No, this is bad. She is trying to make me fall for her! Should I tell her the truth? I can't get into another relationship already!

"Ravine, what are you—"

"..."

"........."

The bigger silence was mine.

R-Ravine?

Ravine...? As in the famous script writer Ravine?

Judging by their reaction, she was warning her friend to keep quiet but I've already heard it. She turns to look at me as I've met with another shock. There no doubt. It's her.

It's Ravine the script writer!

This is epic! This is my chance!

"M-Miss Ravine..." I mumble, unsure if they heard me over the loud sound. She makes a regrettable face as Charlie knew he fucked up. Taking her hands off me, she sighs and moves away from me.

"I'm sorry. Now that you know who I am, I can't let this thing go on." She says out of the blue.

"N-no. You don't understand. I've been chasing you for months! You're Ravine! I'm sure of it now!" That's why her body won't leave my mind. I've jerked off countless times to her solos and cameos. She always wears her iconic face mask to cover her face, but as I've experienced her twice already, I know her body matches with the  real Ravine!

"Charlie you asshole." I smirk. She was indeed wanting to deceive and only keep me as her sex partner.

"There's no going back now, Miss Ravine." I walk towards her, menacingly slow. Trapping her between the wall and myself, I stare deep into her eyes and say.

"I'm the Aaron you were running away from. I'll tell you why," her face drains all color.

"Because you know already that I'll use you for my projects with JASMINE and make her your competitor. Right? You sly fox."

I knew I was right when her eyes widen with shock.