Everything went well for the rest of the week. At least we don't have anymore drama starring me and Madeline, Ben as the director.

Christian invites me to his temporary apartment on Saturday night. So here I am at his e. This is a nice place, not as big as his house that is under renovation, but it's big enough for an apartment, especially since he lives alone.

If I contact Madeline and ask her to go with me tomorrow, will she agree? Or will she think I'm too aggressive? God, I wish I had more experiences in dating. Back when I was in high school, I dated little. The first girl I dated in LA, we were having dinner and nothing happened. I sent her back to her house because I was a gentleman. Never crossed in my teenager's mind that have sex on the first date is appropriate. The next day, she told everyone that I booked the whole restaurant (which is not) and fucked her there. The best sex ever, she said. Since then, I have never dated my high school friend anymore.

I dated some of my father's friend's daughters. But nothing ever lasts. Maybe because most of them are brat kids. Some of them are great, but there was no chemistry. And after a few dates, things happened.. that changed my perception for the rest of my life.

So here I am.. lack of dating experience. The women I had sex before, all of them just to warm my bed. There was no effort to get to know them. But not Madeline. I want to be with her. The more I spend time with her, the more I want her.

"I know who is on your mind," Christian comes out of his kitchen. "By the way, I order some pizza for us."

"We're going to splurge today? I like it. Not every day my ever loving cousin wants to eat fat since he has to maintain his well built body," I say, ignoring his first sentence.

He chuckles. "Hey, can you help me to go to my neighbor for some sugar?"

I raise my eyebrow. "Now what? I'm your nanny?"

He smiles his megawatt smile. "Pretty please, daddy!"

"Fuck you," I say and chuckle.

"Hey, I don't want to meet my fans and they ask me to take a picture, sign at their house. This is my lax night, E!" He says. I understand, being a superstar like Christian, sometimes you can't act have what normal people have. Go anywhere as you like.

"Fine! You owe me!" I say, taking the sugar jar he put in front of me. I go to the door and he calls me, "take your time, cuz!" He grins.

How long will it take to ask for sugar? Stupid Christian. I thought he was smart.

I knock his neighbor. The other penthouse. There is a rattle from inside and the door opens. The next view is... Madeline Parker in her sports bra and shorts. Super short if she bows down, I'm sure I can see her ass from behind. Her flat tummy, her full round breast, her long leg. What a view. Jesus Christ!

"Ethan?" She's as surprised as I am.

"I... I... why are you wearing that?" My voice raises and suddenly Madeline realizes it, and she squeaks, closing the door right in front of me.

"Fuck!" I stagger back. My nose hurts. The goddamn door slammed right into my nose. I hold my nose.

She opens it again. "Oh my God, Ethan! Are you okay? Sorry! I didn't mean it."

I hold my nose. My head is still dizzy, and I can feel the blood coming out of my nose. Is it the door or my blood pressure fuck with me because I see Madeline like this? No way, I'm not a teen. Must be the door.

"You are bleeding! Ethan!" She pulls me inside. "Sit down! Look up a bit," she says while she pushes me on the sofa and cranes my neck up. "Stay like that!" She runs away and comes back in a few seconds with an ice pack and puts it on my nose. "Hold this."

I hold the icepack. Fuck me! "Why are you wearing an outfit like that?" I ask her, still craning my head up a bit to slow down the damn blood.

"I was doing yoga. I was super busy this week. Couldn't find the nearest gym. So I decided to work out at home."

Is she planning to go to the gym wearing that? Seriously??

"I... I'm going to change, by the way." And she runs to her room. I sit straight, it's not bleeding anymore, but I still hold the ice pack on my nose. I need to build a gym at the office! Period.

She comes back with sweatpants and a tank top. This is better... for my libido.

"I'm so sorry. Ethan. I didn't mean that. I was nervous.. I..." She sighs. "You okay?"

"I'll live."

"I'm so sorry." She is fidgeting now.

I chuckle a bit. "That's okay, Sweetness. You live here?" I change the topic because I don't want her to feel bad. It wasn't her fault, though. Who thought your boss would come right in front of your door on the weekend like this.

She shakes her head. "Temporary. Tomorrow I will move to my own apartment. This is Meredith's. I was planning to stay in the hotel. But... you know..." She smiles sadly at me. "Um, you're here visiting Christian?"

"You know Christian lives here?"

"Yeah, I met him the other day." And it strikes me. Sugar, my ass. Christian Hall the Cupid. Helen and now Christian. Who's next? Now I know why he said to take my time.

"So why are you here?" She asks me and I blank momentarily. The sugar!! I hold the jar. "Christian wants me to ask for the sugar."

"Oh, okay," she says. I don't think she realizes what Christian up to. She takes the jar and goes to the kitchen. Comes back in less than a minute with the half jar of sugar. "Is it enough?" I nod. She sits next to me.

"What do you have for dinner? Want to join us? Christian ordered some pizza."

Her eyes widen. "Really? I ordered pizza too! The application said it takes around an hour for my pizza to arrive, that's why I start my yoga. Well, I was going to start." She giggles and sobers after a few seconds. "I'm sorry Ethan, I slammed the door right in front of your face." She winces from her own words.

I chuckle. "You lucky I like you a lot." And just like that, she blushes. Goddamn, that blush is really my favorite. I put the icepack on the table. "Thanks for the icepack, by the way."

She shakes her head. "Um, well... I don't think I can join you and Christian. I need to pack for tomorrow. But thank you for the invitation, Ethan."

"You need help with the moving? I can come to help you."

She stares at me with her mouth open.

"I mean, if you don't mind," I add quickly.

Madeline shakes her head. "It's not that. I just didn't think the great Ethan Hall wants to help me move." She giggles.

You don't know what I will do for you, baby.

"Actually, I only bring one luggage. So I'm good. My stuff is still in my house at Julian Town. I'm planning to bring them with me once I settled in the apartment."

"How come you arrive in LA without an apartment?" If I didn't know better, I would think that she was planning to move into Hudson's apartment.

"One day, Tim, my former boss, came to me to say that I got the promotion. The next few hours he told me I need to arrive in LA yesterday," she says with humor.

"Ahh, it must be the intern. She messed up, again. I remember Sarah told me she needs her replacement a month ago because her doctor suggested her for that and I agreed. She told me she asked the intern to contact you, Sarah's replacement. Sarah hired an intern to help her but ended up almost killing the intern?" And we laugh.

We talk some more about our works, Julian Town, life in general, tease each other, and suddenly Madeline's stomach grumbles and her face turns red. "Oh my God!" she says and puts her hands on her face.

I laugh and check my watch. Huh? More than an hour already. I was here that long?

"Hey, you said your pizza will arrive in less than an hour, right?" I ask her while checking on Christian message. He just sent me a message 10 mins ago.

Christian: The pizza is here! Including your girl's pizza 😉

Okay, I think he's retired from Hollywood and became a Cupid. And for him to order pizza for dinner like Madeline... it's not a coincidence. For sure, he asked Jack to hijack Madeline's phone. Sweet Jesus, what the hell with everyone around me? Am I that in need of girlfriend they have to be my Cupids.

"Oh, no! Someone took my pizza," Madeline says, looking at her phone. Her face looks annoyed as hell.

I chuckle and Madeline narrow her eyes on me. I show her the text. "Not me."

"Is that even legal?" Madeline says, faking her annoyance, but her lips twitch up and I want to kiss her. Shut up you, libido!

"Come on, Sweetness! Let the Hollywood star have his fun. Join us!" I wink at her. She laughs and shakes her head, but she takes the apartment key, anyway.

I hold my hand to her, and she deliberately ignores it and sashays in front of me. I walk behind her, the door automatically locks after I close it. And I have a marvellous view now. Madeline's hips sway. What an ass!

Suddenly, she turns around and looks at me. Busted!

"Um... since it's not office hour, I can say anything I want, right? Our rules, remember?"

I nod.

"Okay. Stop checking me out like that! I can feel your eyes on my ass, Ethan Hall!" she laughs.

I laugh too at her blatantly calling me. I move fast to beckon her to the wall. My hands on her hips. She gasps. "Guess what, Madeline Parker, I like it when you are feisty like this. Because you look extra hot makes me want to haul you back to the apartment and do what I did to you in that hotel room. But this time I will make you beg me to touch you, kiss you, devour you and fuck you. The only thing that will come from your sexy mouth is my name, over and over again," I say huskily into her ears.

She whimpers. Her face is as red as an apple.

I take her hand. "Come! We have pizza to devour." I pull her to Christian's apartment.

"That's how you trying to impress a woman?" She mumbles, but she willingly follows me to Christian's place. Obviously, she is not opposed to my dirty talk. I chuckle. In a look, Christian will realize Madeline blush, not to mention the bulge in my pants.

Good job, Cupid!