Two months later
Edward and I were inside my dressing room as I prepared for my scenes with Dante. I was starting to regret signing on to this project, knowing once Joaquin found out we had a love scene, he was going to go ballistic. Dante, on occasion, flirted after we hung out in Atlanta, but I prayed he kept his thoughts to himself, unlike Edward professing his undying love. He was always telling me to leave Joaquin because I was too good for him, and he was a better man for me. I tried establishing a professional relationship. Now he was looking to destroy that.
“Sofia, this guy is dangerous. You know how I feel about you,” Edward stated.
Tonya’s eyes rose up in surprise. I was wearing a robe, with a lingerie set for the next scene; today was only this scene that was the big compilation of our characters coming together. The soundstage on the studio lot was booming with film and TV shoots all around. My nerves were still a little off-balanced after meeting his father in the restaurant. Over the past month, the arguments between us came back to my insecurity of him trying to make it seem as though I was crazy for feeling the way I did. Seeing up close and personal the Cartel lifestyle was giving me doubts our relationship would last.
“Edward, now is not the time. I have a scene in a few minutes,” I remarked, pushing him off.
“Funny, you’ve brushed me off all these years, and yet the second this mafia motherfucker threw himself at the door, you dropped to your knees!” Edward snapped, and before I could react, the door swung open, and Joaquin walked inside with his men behind him.
“What the fuck did you say to her?” Joaquin questioned, popping his knuckles.
I started to speak, and he held his hand up, cutting me off.
“No, let him speak,” Joaquin said, standing in front of Edward as he cleared his throat before speaking.
“You aren’t allowed on the studio lot without permission,” Edward told him, trying to throw his weight around.
Joaquin smirked, winking at me before punching Edward in the face with a right hook.
“Joaquin!” I yelled, bending down to help Edward up.
“Leave him,” Joaquin demanded.
“He’s hurt, and I could have handled him.”
Joaquin scowled at me, adjusting his tie.
“As your boyfriend, I take it upon myself to handle things for you. It’s my job, sweetheart. What are you filming today?” Joaquin tugged on my robe.
I was shifting on my left foot, placing my hand on my hips.
“I’m working, and you need to apologize to Edward and leave. I’ll contact you later.”
“Baby, I’ll do a lot of things for you; apologizing to him is not one of them.” His bodyguards laughed, and I broke eye contact with him to glare at them.
“Get out and take them with you now,” I demanded, pointing toward the door.
“The director stated we could watch you perform. I haven’t seen you on stage since your Broadway show. I’m your biggest fan, sweetheart.” He threaded a hand through my hair. I smacked it away.
“Joaquin, you can’t see the filming today. It’s a closed set, and I don’t care what the director said. Mhmmm...wait.” He gripped my hips, pulling me in close, covering my mouth and shoving his tongue inside.
Someone cleared their throat.
“Joaquin, she’s right. We should go and meet with your contractor for your house,” Gabriella said, winking at me to distract him. I mouthed thank you, and he pulled away.
“You’re buying a house?”
“I am, will you decorate it for me?”
“Depends.”
“What does it depend on, Sofia?” he slyly questioned as he ran his palm down my arm.
“Alessandra and I have kept in touch, and she wants to move here. I was thinking if you talk with your father, then he would agree with letting her come here. Maybe, I could decorate and do other things.” I fluttered my eyes, trying to seduce him.
Joaquin grinned and gestured for his team to leave and take Edward with them.
The trailer door closed, and he pushed me up against the wall, both his hands on the wall closing me in, loosening my robe running a hand down my chest. His chest rose and fell.
“Would this make you happy, having my sister here?”
“It would make her happy.”
“What would make you happy?”
“You leaving and letting me work.”
He chuckled at my statement. I drew in a shallow breath as he lightly bit my shoulder, easing his hand down my thigh, lifting my leg up, wrapping it around his thigh.
“Joaquin we can’t, I have to be on set, baby.”
“Give me five minutes.”
I chortled; he damn well knew he wouldn’t be only five minutes.
“Five minutes will turn into an hour with you.”
“Then give me what I want, and I’ll grant my sister her wish,” he said, unbuckling his pants, pulling his dick out and rubbing it against my slit, sliding inside.
“Yesss...fuck.”
Grabbing my other leg, he picked me up, holding me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pounded inside of me.
“Ugh...shit.”
“Right there, Joaquin!”
“You like this, sweetheart? Let me hear from you.”
Someone started banging on the door, calling me to set. Sweat clung to my brow, and I tossed my head back as he walked us over to the couch. He laid on his back, and I lifted up, riding the tip of his dick.
“Ughhh...You feel so good, Sofia,” he groaned, squeezing my ass.
“Is this all yours, baby?” I teased, reaching behind my back inside his pants, massaging his balls. I needed him to come fast so I could clean up and get back to work.
“Aghhhh!!!” He gripped my knees, pumping from below, as we both came at the same time. I fell on his chest out of breath, and he dozed off to sleep. I smirked slowly, crawling off of him and rushing to the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later, he was still sleeping on the couch, and I left him there to go start filming. Stepping out of the trailer, his men stood at attention.
“He’s taking a nap. You may want to wake him up in an hour or two,” I said, then swung my hair and walked off to the set. I overheard them snickering behind me as I walked away and entered Stage Five for filming. The entire crew was setting up the shot for today with me and Dante.
“Sofia, you ready?” Thomas, the PA, asked with an earpiece and walkie talkie.
“Yes, where do they want me?” I replied as he helped me to step through the cords and wires on the floor. I saw the director’s chair with the video monitors on the side and Dante talking to the director. The background set for this scene was the living room of my character’s home and I was home reading when Dante’s character came over to confess his love. They even took some concepts of my idea to replicate the color scheme of my apartment with black and cream for the couch and rug set.
“Can I have quiet on set?” Thomas yelled and the bell for filming rang. The sound guy held the boom mic up high over my head. Lights clicked on and Tonya came over to do one more look on my face.
“Is he still here?” Tonya asked and I shrugged.
“Hopefully not.”
“Okay, Sofia, this is about you and Dante realizing your feelings for each other. Let’s see that chemistry,” Jeremiah said.
I grabbed the bracelet and rings from the wardrobe lady and thanked her for putting last minute touches together. I sat down and picked up the book that my character was supposed to read. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dante on the outside of the fake stage door.
“Action!” Jeremiah called out. A few minutes went by then Dante knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Jessica, it’s me,” Dante responded, calling me by my character's name. I stood up and walked to the door and opened it.
“What are you doing here, Terrance?” I questioned as he stepped aside so he could come in while I closed the door.
“I needed to talk to you, Jessica,” he said, sitting on the edge of the couch and pulling me into his embrace by my waist.
“We don’t have anything to talk about.”
“I wish that was true. I care about you,” he said, staring into my eyes. I lifted his chin as his hands moved up my back.
“Cut!” Jeremiah shouted; Tonya stepped in the shot to reapply our makeup.
“How does it look?” I asked.
“So far so good, we should try it with Dante opening your robe. Same dialogue,” Jeremiah stated.
“Quiet on set,” Thomas announced and we got back in positions.
“Action!” Jeremiah yelled. Dante knocked on the fake door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Jessica, it’s me,” he replied and I sighed, standing up to answer the door.
“What are you doing here, Terrance?”
He stepped into the apartment and moved around me and headed to sit on the edge of the couch. Dante extended his head for me to come toward him. I closed the space between us as he stared into my eyes.
“I care about you,” he answered as he untied my robe slowly, licking his lips and eased his hands around my waist.
“Hey! You can’t walk into the scene,” I heard Thomas shout as my eyes grew wide when Joaquin stormed on set and yanked me out of Dante’s hold and punched him in the face.
“Oh, my God!” Tonya screamed.
“Keep your fucking hands off her!” Joaquin shouted as he gripped Dante around his neck. I was so embarrassed and wanted to crawl into a hole and shut the world out.
“Somebody call security,” Jeremiah said.
“Joaquin, stop it! I’m working,” I spat and tried to shove him away.
Gabriella and the rest of his men came on stage to push back the crew.
“Joaquin! Gabriella, please, stop him,” I pleaded and she nodded getting in between Joaquin and Dante.
“Dante, are you all right?” I questioned and tried to check his neck and he slapped my hand away.
“Motherfucker! Did you put your hands on her?” Joaquin snapped and tried to reach around Gabriella and me to get to Dante again.
“God damn it, stop this shit!” I screamed, then shoved him back.
Joaquin’s chest heaved up and down in anger.
“Jeremiah, I need to call it a day. I’m sorry,” I spoke tying up my robe.
“Who is he?” Jeremiah asked.
“Who the fuck are you?” Joaquin shot back while he cursed in Portuguese.
I rubbed my temples trying to figure out how to salvage the day, but I doubted Joaquin could control himself.
“Joaquin, get out now,” I demanded, pointing toward the exit.
“Sweetheart,” he started to speak.
“I will speak to you later when I have something to say to you,” I fussed, and stomped off stage toward my trailer to get dressed. He followed behind me, gripped my arm to turn me around and I was getting more aggravated with this over the top macho bullshit.
“He wants to fuck you!” Joaquin shouted and I pushed his hand away.
“Guess what, every man probably wants to, Joaquin. I’m an actress and singer.”
“I’m not stupid, Sofia,” Joaquin argued back and opened my trailer door, held my hand so I could walk in first.
“No, but you're acting like an ass. You promised you wouldn’t interfere in my career.”
“How many love scenes do you have with him?” Joaquin inquired. I walked to the corner of the trailer and grabbed my pants out of my bag as well as a t-shirt.
“For this movie, about two or three. That’s not the point.”
“It’s the main point, why can’t you just hold hands and not wear that?'' Joaquin asked as he sat down in the makeup chair while I changed back into my clothes.
“I don’t let my daddy tell me what to do, so what makes you believe you can run my life?”
He clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes.
“I am your man, correct?” he asked and I nodded.
“Yes, Joaquin.”
“Then respect my wishes. Find someone else or cut out love scenes.”
I chuckled then bent down to tie my shoelaces up.
“Respect me as your girlfriend and trust me,” I stated, grabbing my bag, keys, and phone.
“Where are you going?” he asked, stepping out of the trailer with me.
“Home, I need to call my parents. Besides, I need space away from you.”
“Sofia.”
I held my hand up to cut him off from speaking.
“No, I need you to give me a minute if you want this to continue.”
“Let my people follow you home,” he replied, and I scoffed as I walked off.
“Whatever.”
Thirty minutes later it was going on eight at night. I ended up home locked in my apartment in the bubble bath watching video of today’s incident on FMZ’s gossip blog. Somehow, they got a video clip of Joaquin acting an ass. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare for the onslaught of attention this would bring us. Maybe Edward was correct about me and Joaquin being too opposite and not working.