The news of what had happened had spread like wildfire, and the public had developed strong feelings about it. Jordan wondered how they had all heard about it. The military definitely would not release any information. It must have been the actors. A heavy knock sounded on his bedroom door. Jordan ignored it. The knock was persistent.
Jordan stood up reluctantly from the bed and went to open the door. Mark came in hurriedly with Jordan’s next scene’s clothing. It had been ironed and straightened out for him. Jordan glanced at the dull clothes with distaste, his humiliation still fresh in his mouth.
"You have to be punctual, please. Our next shooting location has been approved and that... Mark clipped his tongue. He hurriedly dropped the laundry and tried to run out of the room.
"That who?" Jordan asked he knew who Mark was talking about.
"The soldier that saved you, she is at the filming set. " He said hurriedly and left the room.
Jordan sighed. He was confused. That was a given. She had risked everything to save him. She could have died in that quicksand after her hand slipped out of his.
He was not angry; he had gotten a slap, which was a first for him. No one had ever slapped him before, but no one had risked their lives for him either. His friends and family only ever looked for ways to make use of him.
Maybe she was looking for recognition. possibly for a medal of some sort. He thought crazily. He was beyond confused. There had to be a reason why she did it, and he was going to find out. She would be a crazy bitch if she did that just to get close to him. He had to find out. He could forgive the slap; that was probably to make her act sweeter.
She was a celebrity, and she had to have known about his celebrity and wanted to be famous by being close to him.
His alarm went off, reminding him that he had just five minutes more to dress up and leave for the filming set.
His phone soon rang after that. It was his father, Jonathan Bell, who sure sucked at timing. But it was best he picked up the call. His father would probably call Mark next if he didn’t pick up. And Bitch would nag at him.
"How could you allow that to happen? That was really irresponsible of you, What if that soldier had not saved you?" Jonathan Bell screamed into the phone. His voice was agitated, though Jordan could not read any form of concern in it. He was probably worried about the image of his company.
"It was not by choice. I wanted to explore the place, but then I saw a giant snake and I started running away from it. I did not even notice where I was going. It was not until I ran into the mud that I knew I was in quicksand. But I was too far in to get out. I did not choose to die by choice. " Jordan said it just as viciously. He dropped the phone, as he began changing into his filming clothes.
"That is not enough justification. You ran away just because of a tiny snake? What are you? twelve? " His father shouted from the other end.
"Has your hearing gone bad again? I said it was giant snake. It was really big."
"What was the specie?"
"I didn’t wait to find out. All I could think of was escape from the deadly thing. Now please stop making me think all over again about that awful experience. Find a way to quieten the media and I do not want any of my pictures on any news website. " Jordan warned his father
"Don’t worry about that. It is a good PR, by the way. We used the news to our benefit. It’s a way of getting people excited about the movie. And the way you were rescued, we could even imbibe that in a scene in the movie, probably reenact it. What do you say?" Jonathan asked as he cackled.
"You are full of shit. You sent me here against my will, yet you are trying to get me killed. "Just leave me alone. I am a busy person, you know." Jordan cut the call.His father was too overbearing. He would no doubt go on to introduce his crazy idea to the scriptwriters.
Jordan went to the film set. He had gotten himself quite a reputation at the station. The officers all laugh as they pass him. Even for the junior officer, each one laughed as they passed by him. Offended, he walked faster to the filming set. They must all think him a joke.
She was the first one he saw when he got there. Ysablle. She stood with a commanding presence. It was hard not to notice her. Her uniform was on tight feet as she spoke with the directors, giving shooting advice. The stunt men all crowded around her, listening eagerly. Her hair, that lustrous bunch, was packed up in a messy bun; her shirt stuck to her upper body hungrily, pushing her curves to full display.
Jordan wondered why he had not noticed it before. Officer Ysabelle was a curvy female. He stared until she caught his eye. She allowed her eyes to roam lazily around him for a nanosecond. It was so short that he thought he imagined her gaze on him.
Mark ran to him. " Scene 10" will be shot first. You are not needed now. Only the stuntmen. You can sit for a while. " He said, handing him a bottle of water while leading him to an empty sofa. As a privilege of being an actor, the other crew members all stood in the cold while he was wrapped in warm blankets. Jessica was seated a few seats away from him, he prayed she stayed clear of him, Jordan sighed when he saw she was taking a nap.
Jordan took his seat, fully watching Ysabelle. She moved towards the other crew members. She walked to the other officer standing nearby. Jordan watched her give her commands. She walked off and began leaving the premises of the set. Jordan threw the blankets off. He had something else to cook him off.
"Where are you going? Shooting will start soon. You can't just leave. " Mark threw after him.
Ysabelle had rounded the corner and gone off. Jordan cursed at Mark. The guy behaved like a woman, nagging at every opportunity. "I will be back, I will be back soon," he said as he ran after Ysabelle.
Ysabelle said there was no one in sight when he rounded the bend. Jordan looked around. There was a building down the road. He ran to it but was shocked into silence as he took in what was before him. A bunch of officers are sitting down to eat. The building was a canteen. He looked at the officers one after the other as they all turned to him.
"Looking for someone, actor?" Ysabelle's unmistakable mocking voice drooled behind him as she entered the hall. She had sidestepped him, she must know he had followed her.
"No. I am not. " She cocked her head, giving him a sceptical look. "Yes, I am,"he corrected himself.
"Okay, who are you looking for?" She asked casually as she went to take her seat, peeling off her jacket. Jordan swallowed hard and exposed her skin.She was stunning in every way.She was more beautiful than she revealed. She was a piece of art.
She noticed he was staring at her body and gave him a look.
"I will not repeat myself," she called out as her food was served. She dug in straightway. Jordan dragged his feet and went to sit in front of her. The waitress dropped a plate in front of him, but he waived her off. He didn’t take a meal before shooting. It would mess up his acting.
"I wanted to ask you a question," he said cautiously. She stopped chewing and gave him a look.
"Shoot, my patience is fast running out." She warned. Her large eyes are watching his every move now. He could drown in those eyes; they were so intent.
"Why did you save me?"
"Should there be a reason why a military person saves the life of a stupid civilian who ran into his own death?" She threw back with no hesitation with as much venom as possible.
Jordan swallowed the hurt at her words, but she was right. It was her duty. But he could let go of the lingering feeling that there was more to her saving him.
"Others might think so, too. But I think you did it for a reason. "
She dropped her spoon angrily on the table. The other officers all straightened up. Jordan became agitated a little but cautioned himself. He had read the code of conduct their agency had signed. The soldiers had no permission to molest any of them. So he was sure she would not hurt him.
"And what might the reason be? actor. I don’t even know who you are. " She emptied her drink.
Jordan chuckled. She was such a pretty little liar. He was a very popular figure. Everyone in Yusama knew who he was.
"I think you are in love with me, Ysabelle. I think you saved me because you like me. "
Ysabelle’s face was blank for a second, then she burst out into laughter. Jordan held her challenge. He refused to cower. His deduction was correct. She didn’t save him out of duty. There was something more to this.
"Or was it because of money? Did you need money that badly that you hoped to get recognition by my dying? "
That was it. She slapped him hard, his reflexes too slow to catch her movement. Her hands connected with Jordan's cheeks two days in a row, and he concluded in my mind. He was going to unravel this hell cat. By the time he was done seducing her, she would be the one begging him never to leave her. He will make her fall in love with him. There was no way he would give her up. He would not .
And to back up his point,Jordan dragged her forward and pressed his mouth to hers, despite the several gasps and boos. Her eyes widened in shock. Jordan allowed himself to press in for more, willing her to open her mouth. The coke she had just finished taking was heavy on her tongue, and Jordan wished to lap it up.
But not for long. She shoved him off her, Jordan at the loss of her soft mouth on his. She tried to slap him, but he held her hands.
"Not this time, princess."
She jerked her hands from his, picking up her chicken soup plate. She upturned the plate on his head, staining his dull shooting cloth just as Mark ran into the hall. He paused, taking in the situation. Ysabelle left the hall angrily.
One of the officers came to meet Jordan, slapping a hand on his shoulder, "You had better run far away from here and hope to the heavens you leave this place with all of your bones intact. Ysabelle is not an easy officer and would not permit your trysts. It's best you divert your attention somewhere else, actor. Because the next time you lay your hands on her like that, she might break your arm. Trust me, she is capable of so much worse, especially after what you did today. I would avoid her like the plague if I were you. She is a very vicious cat and will look for a way to scratch at you by all means."
Challenge accepted, Jordan thought. She had done it first; she had turned his thoughts mushy first of all. She had risked her life for him, something no one ever did, and he was not going to let her go, not at all. She was the one for him. He could not wait to get his hands all over her curvy form. He would unravel all her hidden buttons.
So she could come with all her attacks and he would face them with courage.
Splashing cold water on her face when she got back to her room was needed. Ysabelle could still feel his lips on her own. She screamed in frustration. She felt like doing all sorts of harm to his handsome face. The actor was so sly. He must be delusional. Perhaps he was deprived of love at a young age. He was clingy too. Her head hurts just thinking about him. Her phone buzzed; it was a message from the major requesting to see her. No doubt, the information had reached his hearing. She signed it in defeat. She didn’t want to discuss her first kiss with the major.There was no way the dratted actor would even know it was her first time. He had taken it as though it was his right.He no doubt slept with several females, who succumbed to his charm so easily, but she would break his arm despite the code of conduct. She would break his arm and go to prison if she had to.How dare he take her first kiss?She walked out of the dorm angry. The junior officers stayed out of her way as she wen
Jordan stared quietly at the woman advancing upon him. her hips twitching in her tight and smug uniform, surely she had no idea the effect her body had on him. He straightened up from his position on the hard floor, dusting himself up as pain crept up his ribs. He must have fallen very badly.Jordan groaned. He would make sure to teach his double a thing or two about revenge when he was done.Ysabelle stuck her hands out to him. Jordan ignored it, not trusting her. He remained on the floor, and all the crew members ran to him. His manager helped him up. They sat him on a chair that was dragged close.In between shouts of pain, Jordan caught a glance at Ysabelle watching him with a very disgusted look on her face. But he was past caring; his legs really hurt.The director was not pleased with his display at all when the fuss was all over and they allowed him to take a rest."I am not happy with your performance so far, Jordan. "Truth be told, if this were my film, I would have kicked y
Maintaining a low profile was hard with her latest stunt. Jordan Bells was dead meat if she caught up with him. But that was hard as her duty post had been changed for fear she would break his neck. All other Soldiers dared consoled her subtly whenever they were assigned together and it irked Ysabelle to no end. Her training sessions were filled with her being bothered about the way his touch made her feel, it was all making her confused. Hours after he was carried off from the arena, she could still feel the sensation that his hands left. She had poured all of her aggression on her next opponent. This was not her style. She preferred to talk things through, if not she would beat things through. It was like the man liked to toy with her. But she was no toy. She would face the guy. She had never had a single boyfriend and didn’t need one. The officers that were close to her stayed clear of her and they all knew she was not welcoming of any advances. Ysabelle made her way over to th
The feeling of surprise was not going to last long in Jordan’s mind. He was enjoying being thoroughly kissed by the one woman he had been fantasizing about. But it seems she was new at this. She had no prior experience, it was evident in the sloppy way she kissed him, her mouth didn’t push into his at all. Her lips were barely staying on his. Jordan slipped his hands around her waist and dragged her closer to him gently, his action almost subtle. Her chest was touching his warmly and Jordan liked the feel of her soft body. She might be a hard soldier yet she could not deny her womanly curves at all. Jordan put his hands under her chin and tilted her head up, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, pushing his mouth deeper into hers. Ysabelle let out a small moan, she placed her hands pushing him softly but Jordan held her securely. Her hands were on his chest, pushing at his clothes fisting them in her hands roughly. But still, Jordan refused to let go. She might be t
Ysabelle knew she would do anything for her country. Anything to show her patriotism. Luke Morgan was on some other shit. She had listened with rapt attention to the conversation Jordan had. She sat in her room writing her report when she heard a loud knock on her door.She opened the door gently, it was one of her junior officers.“What is it?” Ysabelle asked irritated she was disturbed. Her hands clunked onto the doorknob ready to bang it in the face of the woman.The officer saluted her in haste, and rapped out her message “ Major wants you in his office right away,”Ysabelle cursed under her breath as she slammed the door shut. She changed her clothes, and put on her boots in a hurry, she took her report in hand and a pen in the other. She did not bother with any weapon.Upon getting to the major’s office, he gave her a glance which made Ysabelle step back, but he said nothing about it and j
Jordan was disappointed that he had not seen Ysabelle throughout the rest of his stay at the border. She was just too damn hard to meet. A different Officer had been assigned to them and it hurt like hell. She had kissed him and had just expected him to take it without any explanation. He wanted a repeat of the kiss, he wanted more than a kiss. He wanted her beside him, always. Reminiscing on the feel of her lips on his, the intense shot of pleasure that he had felt “Jordan, what will you say are your hopes for the upcoming movie?” “How was your experience at the border? Do you think your experience there will make the movie have high ratings?” “You were specifically chosen for this role, even though you have no expertise in shooting such movies, How do you think the movie is going to turn out?” The flashlights and the sounds of the reporter's cameras snapped Jordan back to the present. He was in a press conference for the movie he had gone to shoot at the border. And he had daydr
Ysabelle followed the stiff-necked man showing them around the building, Mr, Ben had handed them over to him, he was one of the guards and she was getting fed up with his cut ways. He talked to them as though they were far below him. Giving them instructions on how to take bullets for Jonathan Bell. She could only hope the guy did his homework and read their profiles, no matter how fake it was, it still packed a punch. Jonathan Bell did strike her as the man that was worth it though. The man talked far too much for her liking. But then her personal opinion was not sought she was here on a mission she might as well be stuck with it. She could feel a full-on glare from Andrew at the back of her head. That fucker needed to back off. “Are we clear?” the head of security shouted. “ you will get your assigned stations in your emails so ensure you are with your phone all day. And I am sure you read the rules in your contracts. The personal lives of the celebrities can’t be recorded o told
This was not going the way she had expected, Jordan seemed to be riled up and he was putting a lot of aggression on her lips and body. She tried pushing him back but he held her firmly in place, perhaps she should try harder. Perhaps this guy needs to try talking therapy, he must be used to solving his anger this way. Well, that could work on Jessica. But it would definitely not work on her. Jordan saw her move before she acted it out. He pinned both her hands above her head and delved his mouth on her breasts that were gaping open from her shirt, she had no idea when that had happened, her top was bunched up on her chest. And his mouth was moving ever so firmly. One hand on her round bottom pushing her closer into his embrace. Ysabelle could only give into his torture, all thoughts of fighting him fled from her mind as she succumbed, loving the way he used her body. He removed her top completely, going back to kissing her senselessly. Her breasts were pressed against his body, he