As a famous actress, you felt like you should have seen this coming. Your boyfriend cheating on you, that is. He was an actor as well, and it just seemed inevitable that he wouldn't put his playboy lifestyle on hold just for you. It didn't bother you nearly as much as it should have... you never really liked him all that much. You had your eyes set on another man- the stuntman that seemed to follow you around wherever you went. You... liked him. He was nice, and funny, and sweet, and flirty. But you had stayed with your boyfriend because that's what your media team told you to do.

But, now he's gone and cheated. And it's fine. It hurts, just a bit, but you bucked up and moved on long before any of this had happened. You had been mentally checked out for months, putting your attention into the stuntman you liked so much- Colt Seavers. But you know your boyfriend- soon to be ex- is coming to your trailer today to confess his crimes. You had read his texts between him and his affair partner after stealing his phone.

So, you consulted Colt for help, and he eagerly agreed, so long as he got to take you on a date afterwards. You were more than happy to oblige.

Your laying in your trailer, in the bed, a thick blanket bunched up around your hips, a movie playing on the laptop beside you. Your breathing is heavy, face flushed...

The door opens, your boyfriend walking in. Looking pompous as ever. You barely glanced toward him. He clears his throat. "Hey, babe. Look, I'll cut to the chase. I've been cheating on you... for months now. It's not you, it's me, and-"

Movement under the blanket. Colt pops his head up from between your legs, panting, his chin glistening. He swallowed thickly, looking up at you. "Sorry, I know what wasn't my cue. I was kinda suffocating under the blanket and... not a bad way to go though, huh?"