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The feel of his warm hand sliding over your hip tells you that you did it again....you fell asleep in his bed.....or is this your bed?
You open your eyes slowly and see your glasses and the trash of 4 mini Snickers on your nightstand.
You both......mainly you decided that as long as you didn't sleep together after having sex, you would be able not to have feelings for each other, which you were already failing at.
You are three weeks into a 12-week shoot.
This miniseries was about your great-grandmother Alfie Marietta Carter.
She was the wealthiest Black woman in the state of Connecticut. Your mother, Allison Carter, was an EGOT winner, and you and your siblings were in every line of entertainment except for Taylor, your youngest brother, who was an anesthesiologist. Your dad, Anthony Carter ( yes, same last night and not related, proved through DNA), was a sweet kid who ushered at the Westmont Theater and got stabbed defending your mom from a stalker.
Your oldest brother, Andre Matthias Carter, was an Oscar-winning Director. Your older sister, Michelle Alfie Carter, was an award-winning Cinematographer, and you, Khristiane Blythe Carter, had started late in your Hollywood career; you did Broadway for a minute until your mother tricked you into coming to dinner at her place.
It ended up being an "audition" for Reeza Smith, a brand new director making massive waves. You were nominated for an Oscar and won best supporting actress. You were walking back from the bathroom when your name was called during the Oscars.
Since then, your career took off, so when at your monthly family dinner, your mom announced that her production company finally got the rights to her grandmother's story, she was making this miniseries. It was sold to Apple, and casting was underway.
"Hey.....sorry I fell asleep." The voice next to you says.
"It's cool. They need this room for Tuesday, so we should probably get up.
"I remember seeing that on the call sheet. It's......6:30.....I think we're good until around 9." He says, moving closer to you.
You stayed in the original house your great-grandmother purchased over 100 years ago. It is used to film all the house scenes because it is much easier than trying to recreate the house on a soundstage. Since most of the story will take place in this house, your mom suggested that the main cast stay there. It had 21 bedrooms and four floors. You stayed in your great-grandmother's bedroom on the 3rd floor.
You can feel his breath on your back as he gets closer.
"How'd you sleep? I'm getting used to waking up next to you. Not sure that's a good thing." He says with a smile on his lips.
"I slept.....good. You are like a heated blanket." You say, laughing.
He laughs and then kisses your shoulder.
"Is there a reason you're not turning to face me?” He says, kissing your shoulder again.
"Ummm.....no? Maybe?" You say, looking at the shoulder he just kissed.
"I know you were pretty adamant about not sleeping together in the same bed. I like seeing you first thing in the morning." He says into your ear.
You rolled onto your stomach and groaned into the mattress.
"I think I'm starting to like you." You say, hoping your voice is muffled.
You hear him stifle his laughter.
You finally turn your face to look at him and are greeted with his messy hair and a goofy smile.
The one person you didn't want to fall for.....Chris Evans.
"Good morning, Khristiane,” Chris says as he kisses your cheek.
"Good morning, Chris."
"So that you know I already like you. I just don't let anyone sit on my face." He says, laughing.
"Oh my God. You are absolutely terrible." You say, turning your face back into the mattress.
"You did that all night, too."
“Oh, really, all night?" You say, turning to face him again.
"Shut up…I had a long day filming. That was a great 15 minutes, plus you came in like a minute, so that was a great accomplishment.
"Yeah....yeah. I normally don't cum that fast....with Ethan, it took me like 15-20 minutes, and he would be done already......sorry ex talk, probably not a great mood setter."
"I don't care. I still have you on my beard; no one else can say that." Chris says matter of factly as he stretches.
"Fuck....." You mumble out.
You watch him as he puts his long arms on the bedpost, stretches his forearm, and then groans and rubs it gently.
"40 ain't easy?" You say, smiling at him.
"Just wait until you get there." He says as he rubs his arm.
"I'll never be 40…..well, I'll never look 40." You say, finally sitting up and letting the blankets fall from your body.
He wasn't looking in your direction at first, but he definitely gave you his undivided attention when he looked over.
"Good morning, Ladies."
"You already said that." You say, reaching over to grab your glasses.
"To you......not to them." He says as he pulls you towards him.
"I thought we were getting up?" You say, smirking as he leans towards you and removes your glasses.
“Oh, I'm definitely getting up." He says, glancing down at his newly hardening member.
"Christopher....you're a mess." You say before he kisses you deeply.
He starts to kiss your neck; he just learned that you like a little nibble on your pulse points.
"Wait......don't........" You moan out as he sucks on your spot.
"Don't what?" He says, between biting and kissing your neck.
"You're a menace. Mira already suspects us.....you can’t……give me……another hickey." You say, trying to push him off your neck.
"I didn't mean to. That was your fault…I told you I was about to cum then you did that hip thing…I couldn't help it; I was trying to be quiet." He says, looking down at you.
He bites his lip, then leans down and kisses you slowly.
You spend the rest of the morning trying not to catch more feelings, but when he put your leg on his back and held your hand above your head as he thrust into you, all bets were off.
~~~
"Why are you late?" Your sister Michelle asks when you walk into the restaurant.
"Good morning to you, too, Chell. I slept in. I was drained…I cried for like 4 hours yesterday." You say, sitting down in front of her.
"Thank goodness you're here! Chell wouldn't let me order until you are here." Mira Rae Carter, your cousin and Head makeup artist on this shoot.
You all quickly order and drink your coffee when Mira breaks the silence.
"Sooooooo Khris, are you sleeping with Chris?" She whispers out.
You choke on your coffee as she continues her questions.
"Everyone else is either in committed relationships or gay. Is it a woman? You coming out? Because I love you, cuz, but you tend to sleep with your co-stars. Listen, I would sleep with him, too; I'd apologize to my wife later. Oh, and that was totally a hickey...I'm not dumb." She says as the food arrives.
"I'm not gay. But I'll neither confirm nor deny whether or not…"
"They are. It's so obvious, unlike the last person, you actually like him more than you care to admit." Michelle says right before taking her first bite of food.
"Ughhhh! I begged Mom not to cast him." You say, sighing into your hands.
"The chemistry read was HOT. You two didn't even need any direction. Dre was impressed." Chell says.
"I remember. He said, 'Looks like you earned that Oscar.' Such an asshole. I won every award I was nominated for that role. But before you get too excited. It's just sex......really good sex…….really, REALLY good sex.....did it just get hot in here?" You say, grabbing the drink menu and fanning yourself.
“Damn, girl. Looks like you fucked up! Are you both screaming out the name Chris when your fucking?" Mira says, laughing.
"Oh my God...no! I haven't said his name during sex.....he knows who I'm talking about."
The rest of brunch went by without them making fun of you too much. Chris texted, saying his brother Scott had just arrived with Dodger.
You met Scott at SXSW about eight months ago, exchanging numbers and texting daily.
The check arrives, and Chell grabs it before you both can.
"Do we think this could be a filming location? No? Got it. Work Brunch."
She puts down her production credit card and pays.
"Mom's gonna fire you." You say as you all walk out of the restaurant.
"She will never be able to afford to hire someone of my caliber. She's lucky I was cheap."
You and Mira look at her with a 'You crazy' look on your faces.
"You heffas betta keep your mouths shut. I'll tell Mom your fucking your co-star, and I'll tell Sophie you want to fuck him."
"I'm just saying I never admitted to sleeping with him." You say as a black car pulls up behind you.
It parks, and the 3 of you turn as you watch Chris Evans and his brother Scott get out of the car.
“Khris, hi!" Scott says as he jogs up to you.
"Hi! I forgot that you were coming this weekend." You say as you both hug.
"You look amazing....did your ass get bigger?" He says he turns you around.
"Technically! This is my normal size. I lost about 40 pounds to play Vega in 'Savages' never again. If this ass isn't what you want....oh well, it's their loss."
You and Chris make eye contact as you try to act like this is the first time you've seen each other this morning.
"Good morning." He says, giving you a quick hug.
"Yep. You too."
"Wow." Chelle says that as she says her quick hi's and bye's.
"Well.....I gotta go FT, my wife and kids." Mira says as she walks to her car.
“Bye, Mira,” Chris says, waving.
She gets in her car, pulls up to where you three are still standing and rolls down her windows.
"I know this is a long weekend, so no hickeys, please. Keep all love bites..."
"Drive away....now." You say through gritted teeth
She rolls up the window and drives off.
You turn to see Scott smiling at you and Chris, trying not to make eye contact.
"Who's giving who hickeys?"
"I have an errand to run." You say, walking towards your car.
You get in and put your head on the steering wheel.
"This! Khris, this is why you don't sleep with your co-stars! I'm such an idiot!" You say to yourself.
You start your Tesla, and there is a quick knock on your window.
“Hi, Scott."
"I'm sorry. I was just fucking around. Don't be mad. He can't lie. I literally said, 'How's Khris?' He stumbled trying to say “ fine, " and I knew immediately."
"Chell and Mira know, too. So much for it being a secret."
"5 people know that's still a pretty good secret."
Your car announces that you have a text from Chris and starts to read it out loud.
"I'm sorry. I swear I didn't say anything about us. He just always knows. Don't be mad. Are we still on for dinner?"
"See. All good." Scott says.
You were about to respond to the text when another one came through.
"I can still smell you on......"
You immediately turned the volume off.
"The room I'm staying in is very far away from you two, right?"
"A whole floor away."
~~~
You ended up helping Mira with a few makeup tests, then had a quick wardrobe test with Mika.
When you pulled up to the estate, Dodger chased a squirrel while Chris watched him on the porch swing.
He walked over to you and helped you grab your bag.
"Thank you."
A warm, wet nose bumped your hand.
You squatted down and greeted Dodger properly.
"Good afternoon. I'm Khristiane, but you can call me Khris." You say, rubbing his ears.
"Your family is here."
"Seriously? I'm so sorry. I had no clue!"
"It's fine. Scott's in there having the time of his life. These damn squirrels are driving Dodger crazy. He's trying to catch one. What he'll do with one once he does is the real worry." Chris says as he holds the door open for you.
The main living room has three cameras set up for filming.
You both follow the voices to the kitchen and are immediately greeted by your family.
"Khris and Chris.....I just realized how hard that is." Your dad says as he hugs you.
"Well, most people say my full name, just you people call me Khris, or the boys call me KB."
"Why are you all here? I mean, why didn't you go home for the long weekend?" You finally ask.
“Well, most of the family is here, so I figured we might as well stay here." Your dad says with a big smile on his face.
Everyone starts to talk, and you head upstairs to your room.
You are walking out of the closet when you hear the door close.
"Hello?"
"Hi...sorry I knocked,” Chris says, walking towards you.
"Are you ok? You seemed quiet downstairs." He says as he stands in front of you.
"I am. It's just my family's a lot, and I don't want to hear anything about us or whatever this is."
He puts his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug.
“God, your hugs are amazing." You say, putting your arms around him.
"Thanks. I'm glad you like being in my arms."
"I didn't say all that." You say into his chest.
"Wooooow....that's not what you said 7 hours ago.....right there." He says, pointing to the bed.
"You are the worst person." You say, poking him in the stomach.
Meanwhile downstairs:
"Where did they go?" Dre asks Mira.
"Who?" She says as she sips her wine.
"There are two white dudes here, and one is missing along with my sister,” Dre says, grabbing a handful of chips.
"Leave them alone. They obviously wanted to be alone this weekend." Your Dad says.
"Alone!?! Why? Please tell me my two leads aren't sleeping together!!" Dre practically shouts.
"Why are you getting so loud?" Chell says, sitting next to him.
"We are three weeks into a 12-week shoot!!! We have three more weeks, a four-week break, and then we're back! What if they break up!? What if they fall in love and get married!? What if they get pregnant? Oh my God. They are going to ruin my life." He says to the room.
He gets up and starts to pace.
"Should I be worried? I know my brother...." Scott starts to say.
"You! What does he want with my sister? Is he thinking, hit it and quit it? Marriage? Kids? What?" Dre says to Scott.
"Ignore him. He's a ranter....he'll work himself into a panic and then be fine. He used to work on a teen drama with all drama and scandal." Your dad says to Scott.
“Ohhhh, the one where the Director was arrested on set!" Scott says.
"And two of the cast members and the EP, too,” Mira says.
"Ohhhh girl, it was a mess. The show was shut down for months.” Chell says, finishing her drink.
Dre starts to wander the living room and then walks outside. All while mumbling.
"Anyways.....I was thinking Greece for Christmas?" Your mom says, changing the subject.
"Oh, that sounds amazing. I'll get right on that, Mom." You say, coming down the stairs.
"Was someone yelling? Chris asks the room.
"Dre is panic ranting,” Mira says nonchalantly.
"What does that mean?" Chris asks.
"Apparently, from what I gathered, he does this when overwhelmed,” Scott says.
“Oooh, good job. I like this one." Your mom says to Scott.
"Why would he be ranting, Michelle?" You say, narrowing your eyes at her.
"Why do you think?" She replies.
"Who said it!" You ask the room.
You already know exactly who it was.
"Ughhhh dad!"
"Don't ‘dad’ me. Why else would he stay in this boring town when he could easily be with his family? Also, I have eyes. I know that look."
You look over at Chris, who smiles at you.
"OMG. This is so much better than your dating Ethan. You didn't even like him." Your mom says to the room.
"Mom....can you not mention him? Can we decide if we are dating?"
"You're 38; you should just be getting engaged. Everybody Out.” She says, grabbing a bottle of wine and heading into the kitchen.
"Seriously?! I have to leave the room?" Chell says, getting off the couch.
"Auntie order Tacos. I'm hungry." Mira says, grabbing her drink and walking out.
Scott follows Mira and gives you both a thumbs up.
“Well, that's my family...."
"You don't look 38." He says, smiling.
"You could have easily Googled me. I Googled you and image search." You say, smirking at him.
"Not sure what you could have seen." He says, pulling you closer.
"A couple of things...nothing big." You say, giggling.
"Again....that's not what you said 7 hours ago." He says as he kisses you.
"You know what? I don't think I like you."
“Oh, you don't?" He asks, slightly confused.
"Yeah......I know I do. I don't do that hip thing for just anyone."
"Ohhhh yeah....that shit was fucking hot." He says, putting his hands on your hips.
You lean up and kiss him.
“Alright, can we come back in now? I left my drink in there." Chell says, walking back in.
Everyone files back in and resumes their conversation in the kitchen.
You were scrolling on your phone when you heard Chris say something about his mom.
"Huh? What are we talking about?"
"Umm, apparently both our families are doing Greece," Chris says to you as he tries to get more information.
"Pardon? We just started dating 5 minutes ago, and y'all are planning holidays?" You say you're trying to get into this conversation, but your mom was on an FT call with Chris's mom and two sisters.
“Umm, hi." You say, waving to the camera.
“Oh, Chris, she's beautiful. Hi, I'm Shanna." His sister says.
"Hi, I'm Khristiane. I see you've met everyone."
“Hi, I'm their mom, Lisa. Khristiane like Christiane Amanpour?"
"Yes. I love her. Wanted a different spelling. Why haven't these two met before?" Your mom says, looking over at you.
After a few minutes, they end the call and move on to what is for dinner.
The front door opens, and Dre walks back in.
"I apologize for my spiral. That bit of news triggered me immensely. I'm OK. You two are just doing what normal adults do. You aren't dating, and this will be easy for me." Dre says as he stands in the living room.
"They are dating, and our families are going to Greece for Christmas." Your father says to Dre.
"KB, Can I see you in the study?" Dre announces to the room.
“Ughhhh, fine. I want tacos." You say, hoping someone will hear you.
“I got you. Are you going to be ok?” Chris says, reaching out for your hand.
“Yes, I will. He feels out of the loop, so he’s trying to assert himself."
He gives you a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen.
You head to the study to verbally beat up your brother. Dre immediately turns when the door opens.
“No," Dre says quietly.
"Excuse me?" You say, making sure you heard him right.
“Umm, no. I refuse to let this happen to me again!"
“Oh, ok, sure. I'll go back in time and not like him."
"This isn't just about you two."
“No, duh. We won't talk about that. Fine. How about we are just deep into method acting?"
"What happens if you break up? Then what will you do? This is everyone's big break. I know the both of you don't need this, but I do."
"So this is about you? You don't care. You just don't want to look bad. Wooooooow Dre."
He sighs and sits down after all his pacing.
"It's fine. You’ll be fine. You are very dramatic, Andre. Worst-case scenario, I have this baby and will raise it as one huge happy family." You say, walking to the door and trying not to laugh at Dre gasping.
"THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!” Dre shouts!
"Chill! I'm fucking with you. Call your wife, you lunatic. Love you.” You say, walking out of the door.