Julian Petterson was an actor; the 'teenage-dream-guy' type of actor. Fluffy brown hair, big brown eyes, and the most charming smile ever. He had an appealing aura, always being nice and joking around with interviewers and never refusing to take a photo with a fan.

Julian was simply perfect, ideal to date, anyone would want to work with him—much more if it was a romance movie. His acting skills would always get him the highest praise. However, you, didn't quite play into the whole 'Julian-Petterson-Fanatism' thing. He was too cocky, too arrogant for you. Acting as if every place he stepped into was his own.

Very much to your distaste, he was your romantic lead in the new movie you were working on. That meant countless hours together, and loads of kissing. Which was exactly how the very scene you were filming right now. You pushed away from his lips as soon as the camera cut.

“Ow, I'm hurt, darling.” James smirked, pushing his hands into his pockets. “We could try again if you want. Maybe you'll love it if we do.” That charming idiot.