French Kiss in Paris

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Pinagpapawisan ako ng malata. I don't know why but I feel like I'm gonna throw up at any moment now. For ten minutes, hindi ako umaalis sa kinatataguan ko. This french guy who told me he'll meet me was about to pick me up in a minute now pero hindi ko pa siya nakikita. Or might as well, scam 'yong lalaking 'yon. I was just used on his stunt last night and it's killing me when I thought about it.

The kiss. The tongue. 'Yong laway niya. I can still feel and taste everything. Nag-toothbrush at nagmumog naman ako but why mouth still remembers the sensation? Gano'n ba ako nasarapan?

I only had one kissing scene back in my super fail career back in the country. Sa isang gay actor pa. Well, his role was to act as a straight man and my character was kinda in love with his. Binasa ko naman 'yong script. I do what I was told. Hinalikan ko 'yong guy but then the director said that he doesn't see any feelings in it. Gusto niya magdilaan daw kami which I refused. And then the next day, tinanggal na nila ako at napalitan na agad ng bagong leading lady ang movie. What the fuck lang talaga!

This Cashel Asshole Corprew ruins everything. I'm about to start a new life here but I was pulled to have myself in the spotlight. Ibang klaseng spotlight ito. I won't be acting. I won't be reading a kiss. I will be judged because of the kiss. At hindi na ako magtataka if one day, I would be tailed by these paparazzi's all around and my privacy became in danger.

But do I want it or not? I want the attention. I want to be known. But not here. Not in Paris. But I did--in some ways, I couldn't even comprehend. It was out of my league. I can't take it back.

I've been anxious to go out of my hiding. I'm just hiding behind the bushes as if this could help me to be invisible from those paparazzi. I'm taking it back na. Ayoko ng may sumusunod sa akin. I need my privacy. I can't live the way like this. Ginusto ko noon dahil gusto ko ng atensyon but when I realize that it wasn't the life for me, isang malaking pagbitaw ko sa pangarap ang ginawa ko. I did it because I know it's good for me. But now, it keeps haunting me. 

Parang 'yong nano-showbiz ex-boyfriend ko noon na ginawa akong way para makapasok siya sa isang reality show. At least I made his life better. I just made mine worse.

As I peak my head around to check if the french guy is around. Hindi naman niya ako ina-update kung nasaan na siya. When I gave him my location, he just liked it. And what if he shared it publicly where am I? Lagot na lagot na ako.

My eyes were trying to distinguish every person passing by the area. Naninigurado rin ako kung isa sa mga roon ay paparazzi and then I noticed this six-foot-tall guy who somehow covered himself with a nice hoodie covering half of his identity but surely, on his stance, I figured out who might could it be. 

"Psst," I called his attention but I don't think it's working. He scooped his phone out of his pants and composed some message on it. "Wswswsw," I tried making the sound of the cat baka sakaling lumingon pero girl, nai-snob ako. Masyadong demanding si kuya, ayaw pang lumingon. Pa-hard to get pa, pucha! "Meow, meow--"

Natigil lang ako nang makatanggap ako ng notif galing sa kanya. I knew it was him.

Cashel Corprew:

Where are you? Why can't I see you around? Did you leave?

"And here you are," mabilis na umangat ang tingin ko. Tumapon ang mata ko sa lalaking tinatawag ko lang kanina at ngayon ay nasa harapan ko na. "Did you just call me how you called a cat?"

I winced. "I think it's effective? You came to me e."

"Fair enough," he smirked. I feel like he's full of himself. Arrogant. Annoying. A douchebag. I don't like him. I guess, not for me. Maraming foreigner sa paligid but then I got tied up with this dickhole.