Chapter 4 - Cassandra's Power Over Marty

The clapper, who was already in front of the camera with the clapperboard, called “marker!” and slapped it shut. 

“Action!” Marty called. 

“You are already marked as my woman” Kenneth was putting on his trouser while Cassandra was sobbing.

“You maybe had my body, but you can’t have my heart ever again.” Cassandra said in between her sobs. 

Kenneth sat beside her and held her chin up, Cassandra slapped Kenneth’s face. 

He cupped Cassandra’s face forcefully and said “No, one can take you from me. You are already mine” He leaned to kiss her, but before his lips touched hers, Marty bellowed,

“Cut!” Marty was seething and wanted to grab Kenneth by the neck. 

“Let’s have a break,” Marty said and took the script and he decided to remove all intimate scenes of Cassandra and Kenneth. He is going to talk to the screenwriter to make changes in the script.  

Len gave Cassandra a robe and she put it on. “Thank you.” Cassandra said. 

“You’re welcome!” Len said, smiling.  

“You go, get dressed,” Len said.

“I can’t, I still have a scene to film.” Cassandra said.

“Alright, what do you want for a snack then? I’ll get it for you.” Len asked. 

“No, I am fine, I can get it myself.” Cassandra said.

“Come on, don’t be shy.” Len grinned. 

“I’m not shy” Cassandra chuckled, Len rolled her eyes on her. 

“Okay, fine. Get me any snack, I’m not a picky eater” she said while laughing. 

Marty looked at Cassandra when he heard her laugh. He was relieved that she is no longer sad. Len came back with Cassandra’s snack and they ate together.

While the rest were having their snack, Marty watched the scene that had been filmed and he was satisfied with it. Cassandra’s acting was natural, it’s because that’s her real reaction towards a man touching her. She panics and feels disgusted. Even Kenneth’s facial expression and acting were natural because he has taken a fancy on Cassandra. 

Marty gazed at Cassandra and she was happy talking with Len. He stood up to approach her, but went against the idea. So he went to get a snack, instead and just silently watched Cassandra during the break. 

Afterwards, they resumed filming. They had finished the whole scene of Cassandra and Kenneth exactly at 12 noon. Cassandra went to the dressing room and got dressed. She wore a black skinny jeans and a button down shirt. 

As they were in the queue for lunch, Len whispered in Cassandra’s ears.

“You look hot in your outfit,” Len said to Cassandra. 

“Oh, really?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow. 

“Believe me, I see men drooling now.” Len laughed out loud, Cassandra just shook her head. 

“What are you laughing at?” Marty said in a low voice, both Len and Cassandra turned their heads to him. 

Cassandra was speechless, her eyes were wide as a saucer. On the other hand, Len chuckled. 

“Sir, I said to Cassandra that the men were og ----” Cassandra put her hand over Len’s mouth. 

Marty’s brow’s furrowed, “Let her finish what she’s saying to me, Cassandra.” Cassandra took off her hand from Len’s mouth. 

“Sir, I said Cassandra looked hot and that I saw lots of men were drooling seeing her.” Cassandra’s face turned red like a ripe tomato.

Marty couldn’t agree more with Len’s statement, Cassandra is really a hot woman. 

‘She’s cute when blushing’ Marty told himself while he wore a stoic facial expression concealing his amusement.

“You are just making up a story” Cassandra glared at Len, but Len still chuckled trying to piss her off. 

“No, I didn't,” Len said while chuckling, Cassandra rolled her eyes on Len. 

Marty silently enjoyed the bantering between Cassandra and Len. 

“Whatever!” Cassandra pouted, gesturing that she was already annoyed and turned to walk away. 

“Alright!” Len blocked Cassandra’s way. 

“I won’t do it again,” she said, smiling at Cassandra.

“I won’t believe you.” Cassandra said, her eyes were misty.

“Promise, I won’t do it again.” Len raised her hand like taking an oath. 

“Alright, but if you do that again, I am not going to talk to you anymore.” Cassandra warned Len. 

“Seriously?” Len asked.

“I’m dead serious” Cassandra feigns a stern face, but Len senses that she is just pretending to be stern toward her. 

Marty, who was next to them in the queue, closely observed Cassandra, studying her personality. 

“Okay” Len said and shrugged. 

Cassandra’s phone rang and she fished out her phone from her pocket. She looked at her phone screen and it’s Graham, who was calling. 

“Hi, Graham!” Cassandra answered. A hint of excitement was heard in her voice. 

Marty, who wasn’t fond of eavesdropping, suddenly had the urge to listen to Cassandra’s phone conversation when he heard her say a male’s name. 

“Hi, sweetie, did you miss me?” Graham said on the other end of the line. 

“Of course not, why will I miss you? Cassandra chuckled.

“Ouch! You’re so cruel, you hurt me!’ Graham feigned being hurt. 

“It’s just a joke,” Cassandra giggled. “When are you coming back?” Cassandra asked.

“I’m already back” Graham said 

“Really!?” she exclaimed happily.

“Yup!

"I will come visit you there, is that alright with you? ” Graham asked. 

“Sure!” Cassandra answered, her eyes were twinkling.

Cassandra was elated to see her friend again. Graham Solis is an aesthetic dermatologist, he owns one of the most prestigious dermatology clinics in the country. He has been Cassandra's suitor for three years now, she turned him down several times because she sees him only as a friend, even so, Graham was still persistent. 

“See you soon, I will hang up the phone now as we are going to have lunch. Don’t forget to eat your lunch. ” 

“Yup, bye. I love you. ” Graham said.

“Hahaha, you already know my reply to that. Bye! ” She laughed, Marty furrowed his eyebrows, he can’t explain why his heart was restless and why he is interested in Cassandra. He only saw her today, but he can’t stop himself from glancing at her and thinking about her and how to help her escape the intimate scenes she dreads to play. 

He can’t understand why she has so much power over him wherein no woman had power over him even his current girlfriend.

‘Did I fall head over heels? ’ A question he dreads to answer. He shook his head to dismiss the idea.

‘I don’t suppose’ he thought.