Love Island

6

“Darcy” Andre says as he walks faster towards me.

“Mr Bello?”  I questioned. Why on earth has he stopped me? Not that I minded a little bit of time with him.

“Please, just call me Andre.” he says with a smirk. I nod my head, knowing my words will falter.

“How are you enjoying your stay?” he asks as he ushers me along the path to my villa.

“It’s a stunning resort, the heat doesn’t always agree with me, but it’s lovely” I said feeling myself being self conscious at having this conversation with him.

“Yes, it’s a lot different from where we. I mean I was brought up” he said, sounding flustered. “So, I haven’t had the pleasure of working with you before 4now. I have heard many a good thing about your work”  he said as our arms brush past each other.

“This has to be the biggest project I have worked on since I started my career. Also the longest shoot.” I said trying to hold my nerves.

It didn’t take long before we reached my villa and it got awkward. I had a feeling that Andre wanted to say something more than idle chit chat, but I could be wrong.

“Your villa looks over to the others?”  he asked looking through my door straight to the balcony.

“Yes” I replied in a whisper. He must remember the other night with the argument between him and Payton and then his other encounter.

“Ah. I apologise for what you may have witnessed. It’s not something I do normally. I like to keep to myself when on set, but things got out of hand.” He said sheepishly.

“It’s your business Mr Bello.” I said to him desperate to get away from him. Not that he was unpleasant company, I was just having a hard time concentrating on a decent conversation.

“Andre, please. Well, good night, Darcy”  he said, bowing slightly and disappearing down the path we just came.

The second I was inside I leaned my back against the door, trying to wipe the smile from my face. My slight crush came back with vengeance. I mean it’s hard not to, the man is just a pure god, in every way possible.

I got myself showered, just to cool off slightly and changed into my shorts and top for bed. The night was still far too hot for my liking and the air conditioning was just not cutting it at all.  I slid open the balcony doors and was met with a welcome breeze from the sea.

Sliding into bed, I was thankful the sheets were cool. My mind was just not wanting to switch off and soon I was thinking about Andre. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about him, but I can’t help it at all.

The way he was looking at me at dinner, I really should have asked why he was staring at me, but I just lost all train of thought when we were talking at my door. And his eyes, they are so familiar to me.

His eyes remind me of a guy I knew from school. Many years ago. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but we spoke when in class together. He helped out with the after-school drama club and when I was in charge one year for the production, he was always there to help the rowdy cast.

Now just to think of his actual name, which has always been an issue for me. Names and dates were my weakness when growing up. I am sure I will figure it out one day.

Back to Andre though. I want to think and believe that he is not what the magazines and press make him out to be, a man-w***e. I want to believe even for just a second that he is a gentleman and doesn’t use women like trash.

One thing I will say is that he is an incredible actor. Not just for his job but the whole relationship with Payton is so fake. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out, I just don’t understand why he is doing it. 

I will make it my mission to find out what is actually going on there. I am sure Molly is all over it as she was the one who actually spotted it at dinner tonight.

She said they were not acting like a couple at all. He was rude to her and if I am honest the just don’t suit each other. I know from my research that they literally have nothing in common. According to what I have read, Andre likes the outdoors, rock climbing and kayaking, that kind of thing and Payton well, she is just a bimbo in disguise, she is a socialite. Always out clubbing and getting her nails and hair done all the time, sitting drinking cocktails by the pool type of girl.

I know people say opposites attract but they are just too far apart they have oceans between them.

I suppose I can dream that I am his woman. That it’s me that he whispers sweet nothings into my ear, pulling my chair out when we attend dinners and walking hand in hand along the sandy beaches.

I can imagine his big hands on my skin. His lips on mine and his body heavy on top of me as he makes sweet love to me. Making me scream his name as he makes me orgasm. God, what it would be like to be that woman.

My nice cool bed didn’t stay cool for long as I now feel myself damp and hot and that’s  not just between my legs from my thoughts of Mr Bello.

I did manage to get some sleep but when my alarm woke, and it was still dark outside I was cursing myself as I stepped into the shower to wake myself up. My dreams of the hot actor invaded my sleep and has left me frustrated as hell.  How on earth am I going to keep this up for the next six weeks or so? I just hope to whoever will listen that we can finish this shoot off quicker than the schedule.

Showered and dressed I slip out of my villa, just as the sun is peaking on the horizon, meaning I have about a half hour to get something to eat and a large coffee before filming will start.

In the breakfast room, I find a tired looking Savio and Molly. Savio if I am honest looks like he has not slept at all. I know he gets home sick really easily and if he has been having some issues with his man then being here will not be helping him one little bit.

Putting on a smile I grab a plate of food and slide in beside Savio.  I nudge his shoulder to get a sense of what kind of mood he will be in.  He smiles but it’s not a ‘hey babe, how’s you’ smile it’s a ‘don’t go there’ smile.

We eat in silence as the room begins to fill. Molly tells me Jonathan had some emergency with the camera equipment, apparently some of the extras thought it would be funny to move them around after Jonathan had set them up last night. She also said that some off them had filmed them having a small pool party and the director caught them.

So that means some more extra cast members will be getting hired as they have been told to ship out. That is Molly’s department. She organises the extras and all that goes with them

Our conversation was interrupted when Andre came over, I was glad, both because it put a smile on Savio’s face, and he sat beside me not his ‘girlfriend’ Payton.

“Morning guys, don’t you just hate wake up calls at this time of the day” he said to the table.

“Oh, Mr Bello. If I woke up looking like you do every morning, I will be doing this on the regular.” Savio squeaked as he fawned over Andre.

“Ah, Savio. You are too kind. I feel like I have been dragged through a hedge backwards and I bet I look like it too.” Andre says with a slight chuckle.

“You look amazing. You must have slept well”  Savio continues the conversation as I can’t help but keep my eyes away from Andre. I just don't trust myself to not make a fool out of myself.

“Would you believe me if I said no, I actually only got a few hours. My mind was a little occupied.” Andre replies.

“Defo do not believe you.” Savio says to him.

The director soon called us all to head to the beach front for the filming to start. We all head out, Andre and Savio being all chummy and walking together to the beach.  I was a little bit jealous that Savio was getting all of the attention rom Andre, but at the same time, I was glad Andre was taking the time to speak to other crew members.

A lot of other actors and actresses that I have worked with in the past don't associate themselves with any of us workers. A bit like Payton who is hanging of the important people like the director and his small crew. Even though I am part of that group, I only speak to them when I need to.

Once on set, Andre heads off leaving a grinning Savio gushing over every word he said to him. We are all soon put to work and the filming starts.  I wasn’t particularly looking forward to watching this scene being filmed.

A romantic love scene filmed with the sun rising. I mean, I dreamt it was me that Andre was kissing and caressing not Payton, who really can’t act to save her life. I managed to keep myself in the background, not being seen as I was hiding behind the curtain that we are using to keep the public away from the set.

Just hearing his voice as he says his lines sends a shiver to my core. Why do I do it to myself? I seriously need to get him out of my head, or I will never be able to make it through the remainder of my time here.