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I shove Sung-Bin away and collect myself as much as I can.Ilean down to grab my shoe from the ground only to trip and fall face first into the grass. Sung-Bin grabs my arm and spins me around. “Are you okay?”
“Save it for the cameras.” Director Simon laughs and walks by us.
I shrug away from Sung-Bin. “Thanks for the save.”
He grabs my shoe and puts it back on my left foot, leaning down on his haunches, dressed in his impeccable pinstriped black and white pants and white shirt. He looks up, his eyes lock onto mine.
“Isn’t this part of some fairytale?” He asks me.
“It is,” I have to admit.
“Cinderella?”
“Yes,” I return except he’s not my Prince Charming. The guy in the back of the van wearing the clown costume is.
“I could be your savior.” He continues on having no clue the mental insanity that is taking place inside my brain.
If I wasn’t so emotional, I’d probably laugh at his obvious line, instead it brings tears to my eyes. Oh my god. I’m going to cry!
“It would be nice if it could be you. But it’s not.”
He shoves the heel onto my foot and stands to his full height then casually puts his hands into his pockets. “We’ll see about that.”
He walks off and I can’t tell if I’ve pissed him off but I stumble toward the van looking like a mess with dirt attached to both my hands and my heels. By the time I get in we’re already late for the next location according to schedule.
My mind instantly rushes back to the problem at hand.
My problem.
Sookie.
Who wouldn’t fall for Sookie? I fell for him the minute I laid eyes on him and it wasn’t because he was gorgeous---it was because he was kind…
Fine. The gorgeous part didn’t hurt. But I’ve been around gorgeous all my life. Looks get old real fast if you don’t have someone you genuinely love and adore.
And I do adore him.
God.
And I love him too.
Does he hate me now? For doing my job? Do I hate myself? I don’t even know, best but then a small part of myself says yes… I do hate you.
I hate you because you just pushed the man you love into another woman’s arms. You just pushed the best thing that’s ever happened to you away. All on your own.
All on your own volition.
How about that?
I grimace some more then try and cloud my mind with work. I do know that I have a few hours to clock in and it’s about to be a grim long night at a haunted school watching women fight over him. How exciting for me? I mean, what the hell? I should get an award for being subjected to this torture. And I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but he seems to be the one everyone wants.
Is it his innocence?
Kindness?
Ability to appear like a bad boy?
And then my stupid brain goes right to the place.
