All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Writer's Room
by MrMaxLord
Starring Selena Gomez
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
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"Maybe if some cameras were around," Selena Gomez said to herself. That seemed to be the only time her newest beau, The Weeknd, had any interest in her. Sure, they'd had sex, but it really only seemed like part of the show for him.
She'd felt like she's seen this movie before. Up and coming musician gets hot girl. Flaunts her, dresses her up, but when it comes to the down and dirty bit of a relationship, the man was gone in a puff of smoke.
Still, he wasn't bad. Selena knew from bad. She dated the absolute worst in Justin. Still, someone who was actually there for her when the cameras weren't around or when they were up for a fuck would be nice.
It wasn't like things were all bad. Honestly, far from it. She had produced a TV show that was getting good reviews and views, she was already working on new music, and the best part of it all was she was working closely with one of the writers from her show on a film project for her.
Working with the writer, Chase Oliver, had been going great so far. They had a good outline of where they wanted to go with the story, and it was also looking like Chase might direct it as well, just due to how passionate he'd become about the project and the positive reaction to several of his own short films..
The more Selena thought about it, it occurred to her she had actually spent more time with Chase than she had with her current man. Hell, she was even getting ready for him to come over now for dinner and a writing session. She might actually know more about him than the Weeknd and she'd spent weekends with him from Coachella to Paris, France.
Selena didn't dwell on that too much. After all, she was spoken for and she was just working with Chase. She also knew that if she had to remind herself of that, there might be a problem.
The food was finished, warming on the stove when Chase arrived. Selena greeted him with a hug that might have been a bit too close, though Chase certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Something smells great," Chase said. "Oh, and the food too."
"Thanks," Selena laughed, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"I brought some wine. Don't know much about it it, so I hope it works with whatever you made. Got red & white."
"It should be fine. I'm just glad you're here. I mean, you know, to write and stuff. And hang out. I...need to check the food." Selena turned, grimacing. 'Yeah, that wasn't awkward or anything, Gomez.' she said to herself.
"Need any help?"
"No, I got it, but thanks." Selena went back in the kitchen and began to plate the food. When she came out to see Chase already pouring the wine. "Where'd you get the glasses?"
"I brought them, too. Kind of overbought, huh?"
"You? Please, I made enough food to feed us for the next three days."
"Well, if we get on a good enough of a roll..."
"You saw through my plan. This was all just a cover just to get the two of us alone for a few days."
"Well, if that's the case all you had to do was ask. I would have sprung for the pizza." And there she went, blushing again. Selena knew she should be discouraging the flirting instead of feeding into it. But at the same time, she really didn't care to. It was nice to receive some kind of affection and proof she was enjoyable to be around.
The dinner went better than Selena expected. The conversation went from casual and strictly business to surprisingly personal, both of them going a bit deeper than either expected.
Selena listened completely as Chase went into his life. It was one much harder than hers. Parents died at a young age, he pretty much lived on the streets and libraries, read voraciously, pretty much made it on his own.
"Please, don't think of it as a sob story," he added. "Plenty of people have it much, much worse than me. I got a nice ending. I mean I write in Hollywood. Roof over my head and dinner with you. It doesn't get much better."
"Oh, it doesn't?" Selena said, returning the flirt she felt Chase fire off towards her. "You do know how to make a gal blush, don't you?"
"Well, I had to charm to librarians into letting me crash at the library somehow."
"Same old tricks for all the girls?"
"Oh no. Sometimes, just sometimes, you meet the genuine article. When that happens, it's not so much charm as juts telling the truth."
The two exchanged glances and smiles, relationship status the furthest thing from either's mind.
