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rose listens to him, noticing his facial expression and the way he says those things.  ‘ it isn’t easy for you, is it? ’ she asks quietly as she looks at him, frowning slightly.  ‘ so… basically every time you go out, everything is perfectly staged? it’s all planned out? that’s fucking insane… ’ she mutters and shook her head at the thought of that. it seems completely crazy to her and the more she things about it, the worse she feels for him because of this.  ‘ that’s not right… i get that looking good is your job and all but… you’re only human too. you’re allowed to have days where you don’t look your best. though, whatever you say, i’m sure even then you’re still handsome as hell. ’ yeah, she won’t change her mind about that one. she’s convinced for him it’s actually impossible to look bad. his next words make her chuckle slightly before she gives him a rather innocent look along with a shrug of her shoulders.  ‘ i take pride in that, sorry. ’ as amusing as she finds that, at the end of the day she knows she can be horrible sometimes but as can he as well, she figures in a way it’s simply who they are which is nothing they can exactly help even if they wanted to. her eyes widen for a small moment before she frowns at him. it’s needless to say that his words are more than confusing as well as surprising to her. she would’ve never expected to hear something like that from him, the guy who wanted to stop her from writing those articles so badly, to actually suggest for her to keep writing them.  ‘ that’s fucking stupid, james. ’ she points out and shakes her head once again.  ‘ whatever i used to write in those articles… i just.. i can’t write something i don’t agree with. i can’t make up stories about things that aren’t true… not anymore. not when i have gotten to know how you’re really like. ’ it would feel so wrong to write about him when she was starting to feel all this things for him, things she sometimes still tried to ignore but were obviously there. it wouldn’t feel right and she can’t write something that doesn’t feel right.  ‘ not going to happen. she’ll have to live with the articles i give her. they’re just as good. ’ a small smile appears on her brims before she softly kisses him back, moving closer to him again as she does so.  ‘ who tells me it will be better at the next place? imagine my boss is great but what use is it if no one cares about what i write? the situation could be much worse, it’s alright. i’m fine. ’ she tries to assure him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips again. sure, sometimes she does wish she situation was different and better but you can’t have everything you want, right? quick enough her own lips form into a smirk and she playfully rolls her eyes at his words.  ‘ well, i can’t disagree with the fun part. it was a lot of fun and i’m actually a little sad we can’t do it anytime soon again but just think how your manager would like it if we were caught at one of your photoshoots. ’ she gives as an example, the smirk now having turned into a small grin.  ‘ i wouldn’t quite say that. i don’t know how many girls you see when you’re not with me so who knows whether i was right or not about that. ’ she teases right back, grin still right where it was before as she looks at him. his next words make it vanish quickly enough though. she’s looking away from him again, chewing on the inside of her cheek.  ‘ tell me about it… i’d be in a lot of shit over this. but no one is going to find out about this. ’ or at least she hopes so.

james could easily give her a nod, acknowledge the fact it isn’t easy because he knows he sounded bitter enough to confirm it to her, but instead he bobs his shoulders up and down into a shrug, adverting his gaze from her for a moment to utter the same practiced words he’s said far too many times, ‘ i’m not in a position to complain, it’s fine. ’ when his gaze returns to her it lacks any kind of emotion, the mischievous glint there’s usually there, now is gone — it’s safe to say, opening up to her isn’t easy. ‘ obviously. it needs to be or else i’d have a bunch of headlines and articles around capable of knocking my career down. if staging it is what it takes to protect years of hard work and sleepless nights, then so be it. ’ and whereas it might’ve not seemed like that before, james does takes his career serious. his career, his job is his life. everything revolves around it at this point and he loves all he built too much to allow anyone to come in the way of that. to ruin everything he worked for. ‘ you’re biased as fuck but let’s leave it at that... i have enough days where i don’t look my best, i hide in bed when those happen. ’ he tells her, clearly releasing the topic there because if there’s one thing he’s come to know is that rose is insanely stubborn and truth be told, he has no energy to fight her today. he casts her a mild roll of his amber hues, scoffing when she mentions how she takes pride in annoying him but still, no remarks against it are made. deep inside, he knows by now he wouldn’t want it any other way. ‘ no, it isn’t. it’s actually logic — she’s pissed off because you stopped writing about me so the logic thing would be to give her what she wants. ’ he’ll ponder the consequences of this and how he’s completely missing the point of his initial plan, later on. the thing is, james is actually starting to accept he’s no longer keeping her around because of his plans but rather because he enjoys her company and that’s more than scary. ‘ i’m only giving you the option to do so. i’m not telling you to go and write some made up story about me, i’m saying if the opportunity comes and you feel like writing about some shit i did or whatever, then go ahead and do it. i’m giving you permission to write about me — even if you don’t need it; that’s all. ’ yeah, he should maybe, possibly keep his mouth shut and stop trying to be a decent person when all he’s done so far is absolutely shit. his attention only returns to her when she mentions how finding another job might be even worse ( which he hadn’t really considered but it’s possible ), ‘ true but it’s still not right that she treats you like that. didn’t someone tell her about treating the others with due respect? ’ he scoffs and really, he’s not even sure why he’s so worried about the entire thing because at the end of the day, it’s not his business. rose isn’t anything other than a casual hookup... or that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of, especially when the lines keep getting blurrier. the frown on his lips fades, twisting into a smirk once he registers her comment, ‘ well my manager wouldn’t say anything, otherwise he’d be fired. but, no one in my team would be too happy to know i’m sleeping with the girl i claimed to hate... ’ not like he cared. as far as james was concerned he was free to do whatever he pleased with his personal life, even if that involved sleeping with rose after all the things that happened. ‘ none.. ’ okay that wasn’t meant to slip out... ‘ we’ll keep this between us, yeah? there’s no need for anyone else to find out. even if it’s none of their business who we sleep or don’t sleep with. ’

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She’s proud of being a villain, to break hearts, to split souls and to leave wounds wherever her mad eyes settle on.

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rose.

rose feels like she just heard the biggest load of bullshit ever and she just can’t help but laugh at his statement. nothing about that seems true to her at all. plus, she has seen him in the morning quite a few times now but she’s not going to point that out. ‘ you’re fucking joking, right? ’ she questions, raising a brow at him. he clearly had to be joking with that.  ‘ i’ve seen a lot of pictures of you, james. i’ve seen probably the most unflattering pictures most people will never got to see because paps exclusively old them to us and we chose not to publish them… but those unflattering pictures — they can’t even be considered that because, well, you still looked way too good. ’ and as much as she hates to admit that, it’s just nothing but the truth. by now she was convinced it was actually impossible for him to not look good, no matter what kind of moment he was in. “oh, it is… sometimes i just like to take a break from that goal. guess today is one of those days. ’ she points out to him with a small chuckle rolling past her lips. she sighs at his next words, because in a way she knows he was right with what he just said even if he’s very unaware of that and was probably just joking.  ‘ well… i guess it might as well actually be about the articles i wrote about you and she’s not happy i quit… they were popular. ’ she mutters quietly, chewing on the inside of her cheek. there was no way she could continue doing that though. how could she with everything that has happened between them the past few weeks? things have changed, the way she looked at him changed. frankly, she simply has to admit that she was wrong about him.  ‘ and finding a new job isn’t an option. sure, i have connections but i do like that job a lot. i like where it’s taken me, i like how far i’ve come, how i’ve developed in my time there… just because i have a shit boss doesn’t mean i should quit there and find something new. at least she lets me write what i want even if she treats me like shit sometimes. i don’t get that freedom everywhere, you know? ’ in fact, maybe rose was a little scared of the thought of quitting her job there and trying to find another job. her current success doesn’t mean it’ll continue when she’s writing for another magazine. she could become irrelevant very fast. she chuckles at his last few words though, rolling her eyes in a playful way.  ‘ yeah, she better not find out about that ever. not her or anyone. hell would break lose. ’ fucking at her office that one time really had been a risky move, one that was more than worth it though. the way they kiss in that moment, it was different from the times they kissed before. there’s something about it she can’t quite pin point but it was different, she knows that much. different and she likes it a lot, likes how it feels.  ‘ oh, i’m not as bad huh? ’ she mutters against his lips, grinning a little.  ‘ guess you aren’t as bad as i always like to say either. at least alright enough to spend my time with. ’ she shrugs, giving his lips a small peck.  ‘ i never thought i’d ever say something like that to you, let alone be here with you right now. ’ she points out quietly, letting out a small laugh.  ‘ it’s a little crazy. ’

on the other hand, james doesn’t quite get why she’s laughing because whether she believes it or not, he was not joking. ‘ like you’ve said you saw pictures of unflattering angles and i’m not referring to that. i’m talking about nights after spending the whole day on set, when i’m too exhausted to even eat. i’m talking about holidays at home with my family, with my mom yelling at me to get on some proper clothes other than sweatpants. i’m talking about times no one sees me — not moments we predict. even when paparazzi think oh look we caught him off guard, the oh so casual looks were thought through by stylists. ’ and however much he’d like to sound casual, as though he was used to it and could handle it just fine after all these years, the truth is there’s an underlying hint of frustration to his voice. james doesn’t like the attention that much. no, he doesn’t hate looking his best or being snapped every now and again but it bugs him that he can’t go out actually looking casual without it making it to the headlines next morning. ‘ good thing you need breaks because i do too. you can be infuriating sometimes! ’ a groan follows his words and albeit meaning his words in a teasing way, it’s true. sometimes she can drive him insane and not in the okay kind of way. it takes a blink of his eyes for him to focus on what she’s telling him and when he does, he withdraws from her, calloused hands barely brushing her hips and his dark brows furrowed as he looks at her, ‘ then keep writing them? if that’s what it takes for her to leave you alone once and for all then go ahead and write whatever you need to write about me. ’ right--- no, wait... what?! it’s only when he’s already spoken that it hits him he’s kind of ignoring what led him to do this in the very first place. he wasn’t meant to care for her or her job and yet, there he stands... telling her to write about him while knowing that will hurt his reputation. — and no, he’s not drunk. james uses a long finger to tilt her head back so he can lean forward and press a surprisingly tender peck upon her lips. when he pulls away, he moves his hand to rest on the small of her back, a sigh erupting through his brims, ‘ i’m not telling you to quit, baby. i’m saying if she keeps this going, you need to find a solution. she can’t just treat you like shit because she feels like it. ’ he points out, a frown lining on his lips this time around; only to be, quickly, replaced by the smallest ( and probably smuggest ) of the grins, ‘ i don’t see why, i had tons of fun. clearly your boss never had office sex or she’d know better than to make hell break loose, ’ and, just like that, he’s retracted back to his naturally playful self, leaving all the seriousness behind with their prior conversation. ‘ alright enough? i’m better than alright and you know that too. you’re too proud to admit you were wrong and i’m not just the man slag you described in your articles, ’ he teases, voice barely above a whisper as he utters the words, ‘ a little? i think it’s safe to say it’s a lot more than crazy. do you know how fucked i’d be if anyone found out about... us? ’ 

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NYC - 11/12

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rose.

when he tells her about how he’s been running on only two hours of sleep that seemed absolutely insane to rose. she wasn’t sure how he was doing it, especially knowing he probably does this all the time, definitely has to due to his job.  ‘ i’d die with that little sleep… i mean, i can do with it sometimes but i’m in such a bad mood when i’m running on little sleep. how do you do it and still look so damn good all the damn fucking time? ’ and even though the tone of her voice indicates that she is teasing, she is also dead serious about that because it’s not exactly a secret that he looks illegally good all the time. his good looks also aren’t exactly helping anything at all in the situation she was in with him. a small smile creeps onto her lips though as she feels his fingertips on the skin of her hips though. there was something extremely relaxing about his touch in that moment, something she wasn’t complaining about at all. she can’t help but chuckle once again when he talks about her boss. he surely was right about the things he says but it was a little amusing for her to hear it from him. still, she is surprised that he tells her he doesn’t really mind her rants. she can’t even explain why that surprises her, it simply does.  ‘ well… just don’t wanna annoy you, that’s all. ’ she mutters, shrugging her shoulders a little as she looks at him with a small smile.  ‘ she does really think she’s the shit though. it’s been alright until recently actually… she’s not happy with my articles, saying my writing sucks and all. i don’t know what her problem is really but it’s getting annoying. it seems like when she has a bad day, i have to pay for it and i’m so tired of it. and i think telling her about you wouldn’t exactly help the case, babe but thank you for the suggestion. ’ she chuckles and looks at him with a grin playing on her brims. she lets out a soft breath as she feels his hand on the small of her back, the other brushing some of her hair back, causing her to close her eyes for a small moment before opening them again. his words cause her to smile and without hesitation she kisses him back, her hand resting on his chest.  ‘ just making sure… would’ve been a little disappointed if you had wanted me to leave now. i like being here with you right now. ’ she whispers before kissing him again. she actually can’t believe she just admitted that to him but frankly, it was nothing but the truth. she’s happy around him, usually feels better about herself and her entire day as crazy as that might seem.

even though a smile takes over his features and albeit detecting the hint of the teasing tone hiding in her voice, james makes no effort to point it out or fight it. as a matter of fact, there’s only a nonchalant motion of his hand, an unspoken it’s whatever or i’m used to it before he decides to form proper sentences in order to give her a verbal response. ‘ i look like shit seventy percent of the time, babe. the other thirty percent it’s either photoshop doing wonders or a decent night of sleep doing it for me. you clearly don’t see me in the morning. ’ a light chuckle follows his words as does a cheeky wink; the later only a small reminder that despite being tired, the same james she’s come to know is still lying underneath all the layers. beside it, his statement isn’t one hundred percent truth — she’s seen him in the morning, after nights where they’re both too lazy to move from their hazy states and just fall asleep tangled together but, still, it doesn’t compare to all the days he’s woken up looking like a character taken straight out of walking dead. ‘ shocking! i thought annoying me was your main and most important goal in life, ’ he retaliates, sarcasm littering each of his words but it’s all kind of like a coping mechanism; yes, because it’s one thing to acknowledge he wants to know more about her ( and thus why he doesn’t mind her rants ) and a totally different one to say it out loud. ‘ she’s clearly missing your articles about my life and so she chose to attack you. — i’m kidding. but honestly, if she’s that bad why don’t you, i don’t know... try to find a new job? you have to have contacts and it’s not like people don’t know your work so technically speaking, getting a new job shouldn’t be too difficult. we should probably keep what we do between us, i don’t think your boss would like to know what happened in that office of yours. ’ for the first time, a smirk lines on his lips, the usual mischievous glint returning to his eyes before it just... falters, alongside with topic in question. it gives place to this softer look, this weirdly fond expression; one james is not, by any means, used to. asides from a hum, he gives her no response, far too lost in the way their lips move in perfect harmony to care about pointless topics or casual chats. at least, until the need for air becomes overpowering and he’s forced to withdraw from rose — just slightly, though. because his lips are still brushing hers and he can still feel her breath falling on his brims, ‘ it’s a good thing i like having you around, then. you’re not as bad as i paint you to be. ’

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rose.   

it has honestly just come to the point where rose is no longer sure what even is going on between them. it started as a one night stand, but well it couldn’t be classified as that the moment they slept together for the second time and then obviously it became a regular thing and she still isn’t sure how to feel about that especially when now they’re starting to hang out without any sex involved. she knows this means there are some sort of feelings involved but the thought of that scares her way too much so she continuously just pushes that away.  ‘ fair enough, guess i can’t blame you for that. ’ she chuckles and truth be told, she couldn’t especially given the fact that this was supposed to be just sex but it seems like it’s obvious to both of them by now that it isn’t just that and neither of them seem to care too much. she is actually about to comment on what he says, but he’s quicker to speak again so all she does is chuckle once more, just nodding her head as she looks at him.  ‘ well… in that case you must be really exhausted then, huh? ’ she points out, once again frowning a little. as james asks her that question though, she just sighs and shakes her head, looking away from him for a moment.  ‘ yeah, guess you could. ’ she whispers, biting down on her lower lip as she shrugs her shoulders.  ‘ but i am okay. you know, it’s just been a really stressful day at work. like.. really stressful. my boss is going crazy these days and while some people might use sex as a stress relief, it just doesn’t sound too appealing to me right now. it’s just… it’s been awful with her lately, she’s not happy with anything i do, always criticizing me and it just sucks. but i’m ranting now, and i doubt you actually want to hear about this stupid shit. ’ she mutters, giving him a small smile.  ‘ so anyway… you just asked me if i’d leave. the question is, do you want me to leave? ’ personally, she really doesn’t want to leave at all. she won’t mind spending time with him without having sex at all, in fact she’ll like it because being with him gives her some sort of comfort, but she isn’t sure if he really wants her to leave.  ‘ cause… you know, if you don’t want me to stay i can leave. ’

in a normal occasion, one where james wasn’t so exhausted, he’d take her words in a completely different way and, possibly, challenge her with a snarky response of his own. as it happens, however, the male is too shattered and can’t genuinely bring himself to engage ( or initiate ) a banter of their own. so his response consists on a breathy chuckle that falls against the delicate skin of her neck, the remains of a smile twitching at his brims before he forces it to fade away. except, it doesn’t really work because the moment another chuckle flees past her petals, his own instinctively curl into a soft smile. ‘ i’ve been up since three in the morning, ro. i’m running on two hours of sleep and an excessive amount of caffeine. but, it could be worse. it could be a busy day! ’ he tells her with a roll of his shoulders, fingertips drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of her hips where his hands now rested. whereas most people would consider his schedule to be crazy, he had grown used to it. running on two hours of slumber was nothing compared to all those weeks where sleep was more of a dream than a reality. ‘ she thinks she’s the shit, doesn’t she? ’ if asked, he’ll tell her that’s what he heard ( which isn’t a lie ) but the honest truth? he’s getting a bit defensive over rose. ‘ i don’t mind your rants, nor do i mind that you talk about your day — which, by the way, doesn’t sound anywhere near stupid. what’s wrong with your boss, anyways? tell her you already have a person to annoy you consistently and that’s me. can’t she leave you alone for once? ’ there’s a quirk to his eyebrow as he utters the question, this look of utmost curiousness slowly breaking into his sharp features as he flickers his gaze back to her. when she asks him if he wants her to leave, james fights the urge to cast her a eye roll and instead, he moves a hand to the small of her back, the other creeping its way up, brushing a few loose strands of blond hair back before settling on her neck. ‘ i wouldn’t have told you to come to my place if i didn’t want you to stay... ' he leaves it at that, words merging into the thin air just before he leans forwards to press a kiss upon her lips, making it obvious that the last thing on his mind is to get her to leave.

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rose.

to her, james definitely could be compared to nicotine. undeniably she was addicted to nicotine and no matter how hard she tried to quit smoking eventually the addiction got the best of her and she reached for a cigarette again, no matter how well she knew how bad nicotine was for her. with james, it was exactly the same. she knows how bad she is for her, that she needs to stay away from him and tries over and over again but she ends up seeing him again. she wasnt proud of it, sure as hell not but it’s like she has no control over it. deep down, yeah it was something she really couldnt admit not even to herself, she does enjoy spending time with him and she can’t deny that she possibly has already used sex as an excuse to simply spend some time with him. she has grown way too attached to him, to the guy she still sometimes claims to hate. that is complete bullshit though and it’s exactly why she is with him in that very moment. a smile forms on her lips as she feels his arms around her and a soft kiss being pressed to her jaw. ‘ yeah, i’m totally going to leave now. ’ was her immediate answer to his question but she’s grinning which gives her away. yeah, maybe if this was really only sex she should mind but she absolutely doesn’t. ‘ no, i won’t leave just because you’re not in the mood for sex, babe. ’ she says softly and looking at him with a small smile playing on her lips. ‘ i might not really be in the mood right now either so i think we’re good. ’ she nods, pressing a soft kiss against his lips for a short moment before she pulls away. rose was now frowning a little as she looks at him. ‘ are you okay though? ’ she asks him, letting her fingers run through his hair. ‘ i mean, you not being in the mood for sex is a little worrisome, i’d say. ’ she chuckles and shrugs her shoulders.

knowing he’s developing some sort of feelings for the girl he claimed to despise was all kinds of weird, of scary. it wasn’t hate, no more — it hadn’t been hate from the moment he agreed on spending the night with her after the turn of events. that, james thought, had been his their downfall and there were, admittedly, a few moments where he just cursed himself for allowing everything to unroll like this. for allowing the rough, careless touches to fade into soft, thoughtful ones, to replace the casual, lust driven kisses for tender, passionate ones and just now, for letting what was meant to be sex ( and strictly sex ) to give place to something else he couldn’t quite denominate. guilt was supposed to be eating at him for numerous reasons but honestly? it’s not. no matter how much he might hate to acknowledge, their small moments sort of make him content. rose, the same girl who a couple weeks ago only annoyed him, now kind of makes him happy. and that’s just unfortunate. it’s absolute shit because james knows far too well she’ll despise him, she’ll hate his guts the moment she finds out what led him to sleep with her in the first place. ‘ can’t blame me for asking or for assuming you’d leave! ’ he tells her, words slightly muffled by the skin of her jaw. eventually, he moves back to fix her gaze with his own, his nose scrunching up just slightly when she questions him, ‘ you make it sound like all i do and want is sex, ’ he doesn’t truly give her a moment to reply before a light chuckle erupts through his brims. ‘ let’s not make any comments about my poorly made complaint... — i’m fine. exhausted to the point i really can’t even entertain the thought of sex, ’ --- sad but true! ‘ are you okay? because i could say the exact same about you, you know... ’     

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