Chapter 9

Your POV

Three Weeks Later

Everything has been getting better after the court process. I won the case, believe it or not, and was given a quite generous amount of compensation from Ms. Dennings's new lawyers. It was more than enough since Ms. Dennings's old lawyer was also being sued by me for commercial bribery. I somehow get stuck with the idiotic people, but it always works out in my favor. Martin has also cut Ms. Dennings out of the movie and replaced her with Mila Kunis. It has been a blast working with her and we were redoing the scenes to take Kat out. Some were fun, but others weren't doing as well.

"CUT!!! Y/N. Scarlett. A word please." Martin says.

We jump down from our places on set and walk with Martin towards a secluded part of the set, while the others went on with their own scenes.

"What is going on? At first, you both were doing so well. Scenes were going by faster than I could ever see and now this movie might not even get done with the both of you acting like this!!!" Martin tells.

"It's just a rough patch, I assure you," I tell.

"A rough patch is someone losing their job. This right here is not a rough patch. I'm sending you both to on a trip to get over whatever this is." Martin tells.

"Where is it that we're going?" I ask.

"Ah ah. It's a surprise. Just be at the Los Angeles International Airport tomorrow at 7 tonight." he tells.

He walks away to dismiss everyone and we look at each other.

"I guess I'll see you later tonight," I tell.

"Right. I'll see you then." Scarlett tells.

Scarlett and I have been okay for the most part. We weren't together like we were before, but I was acknowledging her presence more. I didn't want to deal with any more drama right after the whole court case dilemma. That and I wasn't ready to start another relationship outright after what happened. I make my way towards the exit and towards my car. I was driven back to my L.A home to pack for my flight and do some chores around the house. I don't have maids or butlers in my home for the fact that I don't want anyone else cleaning my home like I would want it to be cleaned.

Three Hours Later

I finish cleaning my house and was currently packing for the trip when my phone rings. I look at it and it was Scarlett. I hit accept on the call and put it on speaker.

"Hey, Scarlett," I say.

"Hey. I was calling to see if you know what we're supposed to pack for this unexpected trip." Scarlett asks.

"I wasn't sure, so I got one of my friends, Aubrey to help me out. She just said to pack light, since we'll probably get clothes wherever we're headed." I tell.

"That's logical," Scarlett tells.

"She knows a lot of things when it comes to fashion," I tell.

I didn't hear her say anything and I look at my phone.

"Scarlett?" I call.

"Y/N, are we ever going to talk about what happened that night?"

"What night?" I ask.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N. The night after the trial," she tells.

"Look, we were in the moment of things actually going right for me and-" I start.

"Do you regret me saying that I loved you?" she asks.

"You know I can't answer that right now. Look I have more packing to do." I say.

'Even though I was already finished packing.' I think.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I tell.

I hang up before she says anything and sighs.

"I can't get caught up like this again," I tell.

I push back these feelings coming up and went to distract myself. I took a little nap for the remainder of my time and set me alarm, so I didn't sleep in late.

4:30 p.m Alarm

I get up as my alarm goes off and rub the sleep from my eyes. I get up and grab my stuff, already showered and ready to go. I call my driver and he meets me in the driveway to gather my things. Once everything was locked up and my belongings in the trunk, I climb inside the van and make my way to the Los Angeles Airport. Two hours later, we get to a private airline runway as Scarlett comes over walking over from the private jet. I get out, being helped out by Scarlett and lead to the plane, while the airport staff handles my luggage. Scarlett hands me a glass of champagne and gestures to a seat.

"So did we ever find out where we're going?" I ask.

"Paris, France," Scarlett tells.

"City of Love. I've always wanted to visit." I tell.

"You haven't?" Scarlett asks.

"I didn't have a lot of money just to splurge on a trip to Paris. Not like anyone was going to help me with it anyway." I tell.

"Right. Where else did you want to go?" Scarlett asks.

"I've always wanted to go to Athens, Greece. I was a real Greek history buff when I was younger. Mostly the Greek Mythology. I wouldn't mind going to the Parthenon and seeing the statues of the gods and goddesses. I'd love to see the tower of London again. It's been so long since I've seen it." I tell.

"You've been to London?"

"It was a family trip when I was younger. My mom and aunt were able to put enough money together for four round trips from Y/H/T to London. We got in early enough to sleep and actually see the sights." I tell.

"That sounds fun."

We kept our conversation going long after the pilot told us to buckle up for liftoff. Once we were given the all-clear to walk around, I got up to use the bathroom and look around. I see a bed along the side and sit down on it. I could feel my fatigue setting in, so I laid down for some rest and closed my eyes.

"Can I join you?" Scarlett asks.

I open one eye slightly and see Scarlett looking down at me. I hold my hand out to her and she takes it, thinking she's going to pull me up. I pull her down with me and giggle as she falls.

"Oh, we're doing that now? I'll show you," she says.

She gets on top of me and starts tickling me.

"HA!! Hahahaha!! Stop!! Please, I'm begging you!!" I laugh.

She does stop eventually and I push her off. I start to fall asleep, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Scarlett's POV

Y/N falls asleep against me and snuggles into me. I wrap my arms around her and start to go as well. I grab a nearby blanket and throw it over us. I close my eyes and rest.

9 Hours Later

I wake up after a while to someone shaking me and I see that it's the pilot.

"We're getting ready to land, so we'll need you both to buckle up." the pilot tells.

"I'll get us right up," I tell.

She goes back to the wheel as I look to Y/N, who was sleeping peacefully. I throw the covers off of us and lift her up in my arms.

"Hmm. Scarlett." Y/N mumbles.

"I'm here darling. Don't worry. We're about to land, so I'm going to buckle you in." I tell.

"Okay," she mumbles.

I set her down in her seat and buckle her down. I buckle myself down and signal to the pilot that we were buckled down. She lands the plane on the Paris Tarmac letting me unbuckle my seatbelt and Y/N's.

'She must be really tired.' I think.

I pick her up and she snuggles into me.

"Why are you carrying me?" she asks.

"You seemed tired," I tell.

"Let's hope paparazzi don't get the wrong idea," she tells.

"No need to worry ma'am. Car is right outside the plane loading your luggage." the pilot tells.

"Thank you," I tell.

"Not a problem ma'am." the pilot says.

We walk down the ramp to the car and I sit Y/N inside. I get inside as well as the staff finish putting our luggage in the car and we drive to our hotel. The driver passes all the hotels and I looked at him.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Mr. Ivy is having us take you to one of his cabins." the driver tells.

"That's nice of him," I say.

"Quite. He said that you might have wanted the solitude. There is a market near there, so you don't have to worry about food and paparazzi aren't allowed there as well." the driver tells.

"That's great," Y/N says.

We arrive at the cabin and unload our luggage into the house. It was around 4:30- 5:00 o'clock in the morning as everyone left us to our own devices. Y/N went to sleep and I was still up, trying to figure out how to bring up the conversation with her.

"Why is it that she's pushing me away?" I say.

I sigh at that and wait to watch the sunrise. Once I could see the sunrise to it's fullest peak, I go inside and start making coffee.

Four Hours Later

I was looking over the script, sipping coffee as Y/N came down the stairs, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," I say.

"I need coffee." she groans.

"On the kitchen table. Still warm as well." I tell.

She goes into the kitchen and I hear her moan.

"Thank you," she says.

"Welcome," I say.

She comes out of the kitchen and walks over to me, looking over my shoulder at the script.

"Where are you at?" Y/n asks.

"I'm where we both escape together. I went on to read ahead and this seems more like a romance than action." I tell.

"I can't say it's a bad thing." Y/N tells.

I look at her and see her blushing, but she looks away trying to hide it. I was confused at that since she's been pushing me away, but right now she's almost flirting.

"Hey, why don't we go into town and walk around for a while?" Y/N asks.

"I-I'd like that," I tell.

She goes upstairs to get ready to go while I close the script and set it on the table. I follow her upstairs and get ready myself.

Three Days Later

It's been three days since being in Paris and I was getting really irritated with Y/N. She was flirting with me, but at the same time pushing me away like I was Kat. Granted, we were almost the same height, but still. We had just come back from dinner at a restaurant and she said she was going to get comfortable for the night. She goes upstairs as I went outside to get some fresh air. I close my eyes as the night breeze blows past me and that's when I hear it. The playing of the piano in the cabin. I walk inside, silently as I watch Y/N playing a very sad melody.

"Did I ever tell you that my mother remarried?" Y/N asks, not stopping her playing.

"No. You didn't." I say.

"Well, she did, and let me tell you, it was hard watching it," she tells.

"Why? I thought you would be happy that your mom got over your father."

"Oh, I'm glad that she did, but how many times she remarried was hard to watch. She remarried five separate times." Y/N tells.

"That many times?" I ask.

"That many times. She could never find the right person for her. Three were men and two were women. She tried with all of them and no one was right for her. They all tried to get along with me, but most of them just wanted in her pants. I hated the fact that all of them tried to get along with me when my mom was around and then just brush me off as nothing when she wasn't. They gave me the impression that everyone was like that. Then I had my first boyfriend, who was a total douche in the end and only wanted sex. When he got it, he boasted to his friends that he finally tamed the untamable since I never gave anyone the time of day." Y/N says.

She finally stopped playing and turned to look at me.

"That day made me hate everything about relationships. I never wanted to be in one, much less encourage a fake relationship. I never trusted any celebrity that wanted a relationship with me, thinking they could boost my status or just give themselves publicity." she tells.

"What about when you're with me?" I ask.

"I don't feel like that. I feel like everything is right with you, but I can't help but push good things from me. I don't want to be how my mom was." she tells.

I pull her closer to me and take her hands in mine.

"I promise you Y/N that I will never let this come between us," I tell.

She looks at me and starts laughing.

"I can't believe you took a line out of the script for this." she giggles.

"It's true. I love you. Like I told you all those nights ago." I tell.

She smiles at that and I pull her closer to kiss her. She lets me but I knew that sex now, would just be solidifying her becoming almost like her mom. I didn't want to push her after she already confessed to me.

"We better go to sleep. We wouldn't want to miss the festival tomorrow in the town square." Y/N tells.

I walk with her upstairs to rest for the night. I glad that things were going right for me this time.