Vania Sadie

Today's filming was delayed due to camera problems. Normally I would have been annoyed, but this time I liked it. It meant more time with Cäịø Lịghṭẅøøđ. We've been seeing each other for a while now… dating? I don't even know what to call it. We have sex, he tells me he loves me while we're in bed and then leaves as if nothing happened. Before I thought it was fine, but not anymore. Cäịø Lịghṭẅøøđ is crazy: handsome, famous, talented and sexy. A total 100/100. And that's what pisses me off the most. I want to be able to say that he's mine and I'm his, but he insists he's a free spirit, that formal relationships aren't for him. He prefers to be with several women at the same time. Damn it! Why can't he just be mine? I'm Vania Sadie, not just anyone.

While the crew was fixing the cameras, I sneaked into his dressing room. My heart was pounding. I opened the door without knocking. There was Cäịø Lịghṭẅøøđ, sitting on the sofa with his legs stretched out, looking at his phone. Just seeing him made me want to shower him with kisses and, at the same time, hit him for complicating everything. His costume shirt was half open and he smelled of his cologne mixed with the sweat from filming. God, that smell drove me crazy.

"Hey…" I said softly as I sat down next to him, letting our legs brush against each other. "The production crew told me to come see you while they set up the cameras. Are you busy?" I glanced at him sideways. My knee pressed a little harder against his. I wanted him to put down his phone, to really look at me. The truth is, I was jealous. Who was he talking to? Another girl? That thought gave me a pang in my chest. I took a deep breath and leaned slightly towards him, letting my shoulder touch his.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me or are you going to tell me what's so interesting about that phone?" I asked playfully, although inside I felt a mixture of desire and frustration. "Because if