If it's wrong, why does it feel so good.

Chapter 5

"That's unfair Irina. You're saying there's no other man you find attractive."

"There's a different between finding someone attractive and being attracted to them."

"No there's not?"

"Well either way, I'm not spending every night with anyone else I find attractive. I'm not putting anyone before you, I can't say the same for you."

"Can you just stop it?"

"Fine, but this conversation isn't over." She grabbed a bottle of water, and made her way out of the kitchen, right before she let out. "By the way, you didn't deny anything was going on with her. Not once." She closed the door after her.

Back at Stefani's house, Christian was ignoring her. Doing what he does best, acting like an immature child. She didn't care. At least it gave her some peace and quiet. It sure as hell, trumped the arguing for hours. He got up and walked away from his laptop. Leaving the screen open, the very same headline, that Irina just showed Bradley, across the screen. This was his way of leaving her know he saw it, without breaking his silence.

"Very mature." Stefani muttered, shutting the screen to a close. Returning back to stirring her coffee. He remained silent.

"Say what you want Chris, standing there, staring at me like I'm a zoo animal, isn't going to get you anywhere." She kept her back turned towards him.

"Why don't you just explain yourself instead." He said simply.

"Explains myself? An idiot trying to make a story last more than two minutes, made up more bullshit. Like always."

"No ones even talking about the film yet, you've only begun the process really. Why would you and him, make news worthy headlines. So much so that someone would feel the need to make one up, in hopes of getting people talking?"

"Jheez I don't know. That's a long detailed question, go ask..." she opened up the screen taking a look. ".. Brian David's, with the Sun, I'm sure he'll be able to give you a long winded answer, to match your long winded question."

"What about what I walked in on last night?"

"Two friends, going over lines? So scandalous!" She rolled her eyes. She knew she was in no position to throw sarcasm as if what he was implying wasn't true.

"I don't know why I bother even asking." He muttered.

"Me either."

He scoffed. Picking his laptop up. "Get your shit together before this evening, because your name is still down for that mixer tonight, and if you don't show, only more stories will come out." She walked out of the room, grabbing her car keys and bag. Heading off to set.

They had a short day today. No actual acting as such. Just table read for a new added scene, and some recordings.

"About last night.." Bradley whispered, as he sat down next to her in the canteen.

"Yeah sorry I didn't know he was going to show up."

"No don't be sorry, can I just ask you something?"

She nodded. Looking to him, with her reassuring eyes. Rubbing his knee warmly. "Of course you can."

"Is this a mistake?" He whispered.

"Us?"

"Yeah? Do you regret starting this?" He looked to his hands. Afraid of what she was going to say.

"No." She whispered. Before adding. "This is the only thing I'm sure about right now. And I know it's so wrong. So fucking wrong.. but I don't want it to stop, and I know we should stop but I don't think I can."