Just as we were about to leave, guess who I saw?

Xander McCain.

Omg!

I squealed like a fan girl and Damien glared at me, probably thinking what made me go all crazy.

"Xander Calynn." I told him, pointing to Xander.

Xander is a king of hollywood. Every girl goes crazy for him. Not that he is only a Greek God but his awesome personality has won over all America. People just love him.

Just as I was about to go to Xander, take a photo with him and autograph probably, Damien stopped me by grabbing my arms backward. His hold was too tight in my arms that it was starting to hurt. I looked at his hard cold eyes, "Leave me," I growled. I'm wasting no chance to meet Xander.

"Don't try to make a scene here, Miss Smith." He gritted, his eyes following all the cameras that were facing us.

"Then leave me." I growled again.

He got a hold of my wrist and started grabbing me from there but I snatched by hand, getting out of his hold, I ran towards Xander.

My luck is so bad.

I bumped right into his chest spilling the drink he was holding all over me. Since he was too tall, it spilled right on my head going to all my body.

Just great.

I was clutched to his body.

"Are you ok?" Xander said, concerned with his manly yet soft voice. I was kind of hugging him which made me all blush and I distanced myself from him.

At that moment I really didn't care that I was looking a dumb mess. I must have looked like an idiot all dumped on his rich wine but I still smiled upto his face.

"Hiii!" I said trying to act casual.

"Well hello dear!" He gave me his hand to shake and I shook it fast.

"Can I have a photo with you?" I asked, looking very desperate.

"Ofcourse! Are you sure you want a photo in this condition?" Then I remembered I have to apologise for bumping into him.

"I'm really sorry for bumping into you!" I apologised.

"It's fine."

"Can I have a photo?" I asked again.

He looked around to cameras that were facing us. I don't know what he did but he signalled them something and all cameramen went to other direction leaving us alone.

He then looked at me and smiled, "So may I know your name, beautiful girl?"

Blushing at the comment I replied, "Winnie,"

"Let's sit down." He took me a table around a corner where not many people could see us.

He then handed me a napkin and I wiped the wine that was now sticking from my face as well as hair. I realized how foolish I look.

After I was all cleaned, we sat down, no one uttered a word. I just sat there blushing while he stared at me. He grabbed a tissue from the table and proceeded to clean my forehead. It was very embarrassing.

"All done now." He smiled at me and I smiled back awkwardly.

What should I do? I just wanted a photo, not really chit chat but at the same time who wouldn't want to chit chat with great Xander Calynn.

"Winnie, what's your age?" He asked.

"20."

"Uh- I see."

"So how come you're here?"

"I came here with someone." I said, didn't want to mention Damien. I guess he must know Damien and how rude jerk he is, so I don't want to be associated with him.

"Your attire really amused me, Winnie. And my gut feeling tell me that you're a keeper." Oh ok?

If I know where I was going, I would have dressed up, made myself look more prettier then any model here. Ok I'm kidding, but I atleast I would have tried to make myself look presentable enough.

"Miss Smith,"

And the devil shall appear to ruin my moments everywhere.

Can he take his nasty face away from here. Don't want his negativity around me in my best life.

"If you don't mind, Xander, can I borrow my assistant back?" He stated towards Xander.

"Oh so she is your assistant?" Xander's question was directed more towards me then Damien? I gave him apologetic smile.

You know what I did. I shoved my mobile at Damien and asked him to take a photo of me with Xander. Damien before taking the mobile from my hands, glared at me and my mobile. He took it and from his looks it seemed like he wanted to smash my mobile into pieces, burn it down.

His expression looked so angry, like he was about to explode. But then he must have remembered Xander is here with me so he calmed his emotions and took the mobile.

I clutched on Xander, giving my brightest smile as Damien clicked our photo. He murmered 'done,' but I asked him to take few more. He seemed very much pissed off. This time when he was done he left the phone on the table with a loud thud.

"Let's go," He gritted.

God should give this man a bit of patience.

I tiptoed and kissed Xander on cheek. This is the only time I have with him in life so lemme enjoy.

"Wait," He handed me his card. "You're very interesting. I would love to hangout sometimes." He planted a kiss back on my cheek. I kept the card in my pocket and turned to leave.

Damien grabbed me all the way to his car, his face all stoned.

"Get out," He nearly shouted at the driver and the poor driver hurriedly existed the car, saving his dear life.

What got in his pants this time.

Shoving me inside the car, he buckled me up and took his seat before driving the car away in very high speed.

My head was hurting due to the amount of alcohol I consumed earlier and cause of how fast he was driving. "Can you calm down?" I asked. But instead of calming down himself, he exceeded more limits.

Jesus, is it even legal to drive this fast?

He was really scaring me so to take my mind off the thought that I might be dieing any moment now, I opened my gallery to check the photo and there was none.

What in the world?

There was no photo of me with Xander.

I accusingly looked towards Damien, asking for explanation as why there is no photo.

"Where are the photos?" He ignored me. I repeated myself twice but got not answer.

He got to be kidding me.

He got out of the car, slamming the door in his way out. I followed him all the way upto the penthouse, very much angry.

Where are my photos?

When we got inside the penthouse, I asked again in loud screaming tone, "Where are the photos, Damien?"

"I didn't take any." He causally stated.

"But I gave you the mobile to take photos." I stood on his face and he gave me a blank glare.

"I'm not your cameraman, Miss Smith."

"It was my only moment with Xander." I pouted to myself.

It's only my mistake for asking this heartless man to take my photo, ofc he was jealous that Xander liked me. He has issues with whoever like me. I guess he prays for no one to ever like me cause he wanna see my die alone in misery.

"Does it look like I care?" He hissed.

"Photo doesn't even matter, I'll treasure that memory whole my life beside he gave me his card, I'll contact him and arrange a date with him." I talked to myself but out loud as I squealed like a teenage fan girl.

There was loud bang noise as Damien smashed the glass vase on floor. The broken piece almost touched me, I stepped back.

"You're not going anywhere with him or any other man." He growled like a werewolf.

What's up with him?

"Whatever," I muttered.

"Do you dare say 'whatever' to me, Miss Smith." He took a step forward towards me, as stepping on the broken piece of glass on the floor with his shoes.

"You can't decide for me, it's my life I can go wherever and with whoever I want."

He came more closer, consuming all of my personal space. His minty breath right against my face. I could smell his rich manly stong cologne, I sniffed all of his scent in.

How pathetic I am.

The man who enjoys messing with my life, I somehow still have feelings for him.

I stepped back and he took a step forward. It led me to stick on the wall and him just right infront of me.

"Do I need to remind you about the contract, Miss Smith?"

I was gonna reply back that he can shove the contract upto his ass but he shushed me by putting his finger on my lips.

"I don't like the way you talk back to me, Miss Smith." He uttered, tracing my face with the back of his palm. His eyes were very soft as he stared back at me.

"I..-" He shushed me again.

"I said no talking." He said sternly. Making me feel like a rabbit infront of big bad wolf.

Him acting all mighty Alpha and wanting to be the one controlling every situation really pisses me off.

"Can I kiss you, Miss Smith?" Out of nowhere he asked me, I was really shocked.

Last time when we kissed he was drunk. Currently he was all sober so why does he want this.

"You have a fiance." I stated.

"Doesn't matter, now can I?" His eyes had somewhat hope? That I'll allow him to kiss me?

Do I look that cheap?

That he can come and kiss me whenever he want, just to control his needs and later forgets about the kiss and treat me like his slave.

He moved his face closer to mine, just as his lips were about to touch mine, I murmered, "No,"

He still smashed his lips on mine but there was no kiss. Just the contact of his lips on mine.

"No," I again murmered, against his lips. Those lips were too soft that I almost gave in.

But I have some self respect.

He smashed his fist on the wall as he backed away. He looked mad in rage. He wanted to use me and then throw me like a garbage, I didn't agree to this and he gets angry.

I won't let you ruin me.

Never.

"There was no meaning behind me wanting to do this and you're not my type." His whole face went blank and his eyes giving me cold look.

"And you're not my type." I snapped as I pushed him back by his chest, running to my room.

Chace Crawford as Xander Calynn.