Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

Chapter 238 - Best Served Cold

He paused and thought carefully before saying the next part. "Some people have commented that I am trying to become a romantic hero now that action isn't working out for me. I don't think that is the case." He shook his head for emphasis.

"Action isn't working for you? Who are these people?" Giselle asked, looking utterly confused and rather aggravated by the fact. She leaned forward, pressing her fingers to her cheeks as she waited in rapt attention for his response.

"Hey, I've heard it. I hope I would know if I was washed up." Cage shrugged. The comment hadn't really affected him but when he thought back, he wondered how long he could do what he loved doing. It wasn't for money. He had a passion for this. That was why he struggled to get where he was today.

"I'll move on, then. How is shooting so far? Is it any different working on this set from the one you were working on previously?" There was a twinkle in her eyes that Cage didn't like. She was going to grill about salacious stuff.

"I worked with a new crew for 'Under the Stars', so it was a refreshing experience. But on the Kevin Heart set, I am treated like an old boy who is imprisoned with the others. I am not treated any different and I get cursed out often." He bit back a smile that was about to escape.

"Ah, I suppose the sets are different. People matter. If I understand correctly, you had a wonderful time with your co-star Keira Higgins." The tone was sarcastic. Cage really wanted to shut her down but he felt like he needed to get news about Katherine out, so he persisted.

"While you are recording this, I hope you don't put this in the article. I would highly appreciate if you keep all of that aside." He was as stern as he could be in that case.

"Is that to say that you are not over the incident?" Giselle propped back, placing one foot over the over and tapping her fingers on her cheek as she watched him for a change in expression.

He leveled her with a hard look. "It's hardly news. I've already said my piece."

Giselle sighed. "You aren't curious about what Keira is up to after you came out?" Cage quirked his brow at the journalist. "She lost some brand deals and has been recently signed to take part in an action movie."

Yes, he had known. There was no way he wouldn't know with everyone around him reminding him on a regular basis. Yet, he pretended that Giselle was the first person to bring it up. "Is that so?" he asked with the raise of a brow.

Giselle chuckled. "I have to say, either you are indifferent about her or you are a really good actor."

Cage laughed in response, trying to lighten the situation. "I would like to believe that I am a good actor. So, both?" he left it at that.

His phone went off on the table. Giselle scrunched her brow as she looked at the illuminated screen. She couldn't see a name, but it was a message. Cage looked down too.

"Do you need to take that?" she asked, pointing towards the phone.

Cage had an inkling about who was texting him. "Yes," he replied cheerfully. He picked up his cellphone and started speaking again. "I'll take a small break. Do you mind stopping the recorder for a bit? I'll do the same."

Giselle shrugged, prompting him to go ahead. He stopped the recording and sat back with a smile on his face when he saw that the text was, indeed, from Katherine.

He clicked it open and groaned when he saw what she had sent.

[Revenge is not best served cold. It is best when the time is right.] This was the message under the picture of her. He was not a fan of the color pink but she had a little satin night dress on that was baby pink in color. It brought out the color of her skin and how delicate it looked. She was lying on her bed with a look that screamed for him to run his way back to H city and to her.

[I started a war I could never win. I want to beg for more pictures but I have a journalist sitting across from me. I don't think she would hold back if junior makes an appearance.] Cage grinned as he sent that. Less than a minute passed before she replied.

[I have more from where that came from. Who knew that Angelina had one of those bendy tripods for cellphones.]

His eyes bugged out. So, she did have more pictures. How long could he hold on before he begged her to send her more pictures? [Ah, I may have posed n.a.k.e.d, as well.] His hand reached his forehead and he wiped it. He wanted to hide his expression for a bit before he composed himself.

He quickly typed back. [I sent you a picture of a mirror selfie and you sent a piece of art? How am I supposed to compare?]

Cage heard the clearing of throat. Someone was trying to catch his attention. He could have a little more time to reply if he wanted. It's not like they were in a horrible rush. Or at least he hoped not. He needed to reply to his girl. It had been too long since they flirted over text. This was their original romance. A slice of that pie was good for their body once in a while.

[Somehow, I like that mirror selfie better than those glamorous pictures they take at photoshoots. Of course, I wouldn't want you disrobing in front of anyone else.] He could imagine her glaring at him mockingly.

[I only took off my jacket. No one else sees me. Should I stop showing skin altogether?] While he was teasing, if she wanted, he would do it. [I am wondering how long I will survive without calling you.] He was disappointed he couldn't call her immediately or that she couldn't send him the s.e.xier pictures. He was also grateful that his c.o.c.k wasn't too painfully hard. It was a miracle.