The Obsession of the Actor
You’re So Dangerous

Kania pushes Drake's body as hard as she can. Raise one of his eyebrows. “Yes, of course.” Then smile. “But in your dream!”

“Alright if you'd love to get into my dreams. I'm happy to let you. But once you get into my dreams, you won't be able to go to another dream,” Drake replied.

Kania is out of words. Drake is very smart to reverse people's words. “Terden! I'm lazy to argue with you.” Kania stepped away.

Drake only looked at the departure of the cania with a smile that did not fade from his lips. “Interesting.”

**

Drake kept his promise. The man is behind the smooth launch of Kania products. Even now the man is doing a photo shoot with Kania company staff.

“Where, Kania?” drake asked one of the staff there.

“Miss Kania on the way.”

Drake performs product shooting sessions with ease. Not stiff at all. His hand held the product and smiled at the camera. The female staff could only bite their fingernails at how dazzling a Drake was.

“Cekrek. Czechoslovakia.” The flash light flashed, its glint sweeping across Drake's body.

Drake changed style. Eye lice, put one of his hands in his pocket. His body was sideways, displaying a flat look. Drake is very professional.

“Now the next session.”

When Drake opened his eyes. His black net instantly collided with the beautiful female netra who was standing facing him. His lips curled up to touch a thin smile.

“Time to change look.” Aba-aba a crew.

Kania looked at Drake in silence. The tail of his eyes followed Drake's steps into the wardrobe room. He breathed and sat down.

Not long because one of the crew approached him. “Excuse me, Drake wants to meet you.”

Kania nodded. He immediately stepped into the wardrobe room.

“You want to talk to me?” tanya Kania looked at the mirror that featured Drake's face.

Drake nodded. He moved his finger, intending to code Kania to get closer. With Kania approaching. When he was standing at the side, his body was pulled until it landed on the man's thigh.

“Drake!” pekik Kania's.

“Don't scream, Kania. Others will hear.” Drake's hand hugged Kania's waist.

“No—Drake. Let go of me.” Kania tried to get up but his efforts were in vain.

“You remember? Your mine.”

“But not now. I'm working.”

Drake's hand gently traced Kania's cheeks. “I don't accept rejections.” His hand moved slipping the strands of Kania's hair backwards. “I also work. We both work together. But I don't care.”

 “Drake—let me.” Kania holds Drake's shoulders.

Not following Kania's wishes. Drake hugged the woman. Inhaling the smell of strowberry from the scent of Kania hair. “Damn. You’re so dangerous, Kania.”

Kania sighed. With Drake, it left him very helpless. He felt a soft pat on his head. He's still quiet.

“You're adorable when according.” Drake chuckles. He let go of his embrace, so that Kania could instantly break free.

Door opens. Making the two of them immediately turn their heads, there stood his Secretary who was looking for him.

Kania nodded. Before pulling the door out. He turned back to Drake. Gaining a flat gaze from the man, Kania simply shook her head then stepped out.

**

The night is getting late. The air is getting colder. The office was getting quiet and some lights were turned off. Kania had just finished her work. He stepped out of the office. Rubbing her hair that has been tired and messy.

His eyes widened to see the figure of the man standing beside the black sports car. The man who never stopped bothering him. Drake just stood pacing next to his car.

“Drake?” lirih Kania's.

Drake. He put both his hands in his coat pocket. “You're done?”

Kania blinked a few times. Then nod.

“Ayo.”

“Hm?”

“Cute me.”

Kania is inching backwards. “No. I have to go home.”

Drake's approaching. His eyes turned sharp. He immediately held onto Kania's wrist and pulled closer. “You need to remember I did not accept rejection and you are my lover now. I need to reiterate once again—youre mine, Kania.”

“Drake—I have to go home.” Kania thinks she must find a reason to escape from the man before her. “I'm very smelly. I sweat a lot today—so I have to clean myself up immediately so as not to get dirty. One more—I'm not beautiful, my hair is limp, my makeup starts to fade and surely all that bothers you.”

“And what if there are paparazzi taking pictures of me. It will have a bad impact on you. Later you'll be mistaken for dating a messy woman. That's so unreasonable—kan? What if we leave when I'm neat and pretty? So I won't embarrass you.” Kania can put out very long sentences just to get her wish.

Drake narrowed his eyes, before long displaying his signature smirk. He lowered his body to the level of Kania. “I'll make sure for a minute.”

Kania held her breath as Drake drew her face to the niche of her neck, sniffing for a bit. The man's breathing down his neck made him close his eyes. Drake switched to taking the strands of light brown hair, close to his sense of smell. Kania could only be silent while clenching his hands.

“I don't smell sweat.” Drake spoke right in front of Kania's tensed face half-dead. “Do I need to smell your whole body scent to make sure you smell sweat or not?”

Kania pushes Drake away. “T-no need.” Without being forced again, Kania finally volunteered to walk towards Drake's car. “Come go.”

Drake turned his body. Staring at Kania who had entered his car. “You like threats,” cleanly.

**

“You bothered to bring me here just to cook dinner?” Kania ruffled waist. His right hand held a spatula. His gaze was only centered on a man who was now sitting lazily while playing a game.

Drake diam— absolutely does not understand the words of Kania. He just focused on playing games on his phone.

“Very, very, very annoying,” grumbled Kania.

Drake takes Kania to his Penthouse. Then have the woman cook anything that is important can fill the stomach.

“Padahal can order food between. Then why did he tell me to do this?” Kania was still grumbling indistinctly. His hands stirred the rice he was cooking.

“You're too chatty. If I hear you complaining again. I'll silence your lips in my way,” Drake's low voice stops Kania.

Kania stomped her legs irritated. He looked up. ‘When will my suffering end?’

“Aissh,” grumbled Kania again unknowingly. He saw the fried rice that was almost burnt. He immediately turned off the stove.

Slowly Drake stepped up, he immediately hugged Kania from behind. He rested his chin on the woman's shoulder. “You're grumbling again. You teased me on purpose,”. The fragrance of Kania really makes Drake opium.