Clunk clunk.

“Ugh, she’s almost here”

Layne Ellis, born into your average family, was a girl who gained the title “Queen of Acting,” just a few years after entering the entertainment industry. She had a well-known rivalry against Eleanor Hayze. Yeah, she supposedly hates me.

Slam.

I glance over at the wide open door to see Layne at the entrance to my dressing room, silky black hair swaying from her rough entrance.

Oh no, this can’t happen right now.

Stolen story; please report.

“Layne, our break is in just a few minutes so please wait till then at least.” I beg, trying to stop her from coming closer.

“Everybody out!” She demanded, golden eyes flashing with a warning. Everyone who had been attempting to keep her outside immediately left with fear sprawled over their faces.

I groan internally and prepare myself for what is to come. I stand up, trying to reason with her. “Layne, we can’t do this rig- Ack!”

A yelp slips out of my mouth as she shoves me down into the chair. Her hand slips towards my face and she pulls me forward. Our lips meet and I lose my train of thought. I slowly slide my hands over her body and reach to pull her closer.

She pushes me away and looks me straight in the eye. A pouty expression that nobody would believe she could make was on her face and she talks while twirling her dark hair around her pretty little finger.

“Elea, I’m sure I’ve told you to call me Lae when we were alone.” Yeah, everyone says that this girl hates me, yet she is also my only lover. My Love. My Lae. Forever.

“I love you Lae,” I say and reach to pull her in, but this time, she didn’t push away.