"Have you seen this?"

I looked up blearily. My teeny tiny agent, Mia, towered over me. Her normally pristine blonde hair looked harassed, like she'd run her fingers through it too many times. Her eyes had that slightly crazed look that she usually got when she was over worked and even in my drowsy state, I could feel waves of hostility coming off her.

"God, Mia," I muttered, biting back a yawn. "What's wrong with you?" I turned to the window. Rays of sunlight shone dimly through the French windows. "What time is it? Six?"

"Seven," she said impatiently, shoving her IPad mini (the normal one was uncomfortably big for her, not that she would ever admit it) into my face. "Read."

I pushed her away and ducked under my blanket. "Nothing can be that important at 7 am. Go away."

"'Trouble in paradise?'" Mia said loudly. My eyes snapped open. "'Oscar winning actress Rose Hathaway was spotted leaving a restaurant looking less than pleased." I sat up, ignoring the smug look Mia gave me. "Hathaway, who was on a date with long time beau Jesse Zeklos, flipped off our reporters, while telling them to 'get the fuck out of my face.' Witnesses say that there was an argument and Hathaway abruptly stormed off-"

"Stop," I groaned, burying my head in my hands. "Stupid paparazzi. I don't get why I can't even have one fucking moment of privacy here." I'd woken up with a huge headache, and this situation wasn't easing it.

Mia sobered up."This can't be happening, Rose," she said tensely. "You cannot have this...diva reputation. We've worked so hard on your image." She threw the IPad onto my lap. "This," she said, pointing at the stupid device, "Is bad publicity."

"I know that," I snapped, rubbing my temples.

"I don't think you do. This is the second time in a week that you flipped them off.."

"They were in my way," I grumbled. "And I was hungover. Do you know how annoying those flashing lights are? And speaking of hangovers, I have one now. So could you keep your voice down?"

"That's no excuse, Rose!" She started pacing. Click click click. Mia always paced. She could double as a human metronome. "You're supposed to be America's sweetheart! The adorkable, funny, easy going star. Not the spoilt brat!"

"He called me pudgy, Mia." I felt my anger rise. "Jesse called me fat right in front of that stupid waiter who could barely control his laughter!" I cried. "Do you know how embarrassing that is? I can't just let something like that go!"

Mia just looked at me."Stand up," she commanded. I rolled my eyes and stood. "Did it ever occur to you that he may have been joking?"

"He was not kidding," I growled. "I can tell the difference between a playful tone and a criticizing one." Mia circled me, scrutinizing me like I was some freaky science experiment. It was making me self-conscious. "Being curvy doesn't make me chubby," I added, crossing my arms over my stomach. "I'm proud of my curves."

Mia shrugged. "Well, he's not wrong."

"Mia!"

She met my gaze calmly. "I'm serious, Rose. You were curvy. You've put on a lot more weight." She frowned. "When was the last time you worked out? When was the last time you ate a fruit?"

"I had strawberries yesterday."

"Without whipped cream?"

I looked away. "I'm not fat," I said defensively.

"Well, you're not healthy either," Mia countered, examining my room. It was littered with empty candy wrappers, wine bottles and ice cream cartons. She looked at me questioningly.

"I was upset," I shrugged. "Had a girl's night."

"Alone?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not pathetic. Lissa and Avery came over." Liss and Aves were my two best friends. Lissa and I had practically grown up together, but when Avery showed up a seven years back, it was like she had always been a part of us.

"Where are they?" she asked, looking around.

I scratched my head. "I don't know. Somewhere in here, I think," I said, gesturing vaguely around the room. It was messier than usual, with all the empty cartons and pillows strewn around. I was going to have to give housekeeping a raise.

Mia sighed, and then gasped. "Oh! That wasn't the only reason I came by." She grinned. "I totally deserve a raise for doing this."

Mia never gets excited for a role. I perked up. "You," she said dramatically, "Are going to be the new Bond Girl!"

Oh. My god.

I gaped at her. "Bond as in James Bond?"

OhmygodohmygodOHMYGO-

"Well, not exactly."

Oh.

"You're going to be the Young Bond Girl."

I stared at her blankly.

"Paramount said that it was a new take on the whole Bond franchise. So James Bond is in college, and he's juggling college life with all his secret agent duties. It's basically the same thing."

I frowned."That is a horrible idea."

"That's not the best part!" she squealed, ignoring my comment. "Oh. Wait." Her voice fell flat. "You're not going to be happy anymore."

"I don't care. I don't want to do that. It sounds like a shitty idea."

"The idea has been received positively," Mia said, waving me off. "College kids and under thirties are excited. They're saying it's going to be more relatable. Trust me, it's a huge one up for you."

I shrugged. Mia had worked with me right from the start and hadn't made a single bad decision. I wasn't about to question her judgement right now. "What's the bad part?"

She hesitated. "The male lead. It's Jesse."

I didn't even need to think about it. "I'm not doing it."

"Rose!" Mia cried. "Come on! This is huge! I worked really hard to get you this role, and you are not going to waste this opportunity because of some stupid fight!"

"Mia!" I began to protest but she cut me off.

"Rose, think about it. The two of you have been dating for more than a year. This is the first film you've starred in together! This right here is crazy publicity! We're talking major money here. You can't turn this down!"

The logical part of me reared it's head. She was right. This could not only boost my fame, but also result in some heavy cash inflow. Mia could sense the change in my demeanour. "Come on, Rose," she said, her voice soft and persuasive. "It was just an argument. Not a huge fight. You love him, remember? You guys can work through this."

Do I?

I pushed that thought away. She was definitely right. This was too big an opportunity to turn down. "You're right," I said finally. "I can't let this slip. I've been waiting for a role like this for months."

Mia grinned triumphantly. "I'll call the producers." She literally skipped away from me. "I want a raise!" she called back, whipping out her phone. "Have you seen Prada's latest collection? You and I are going to have to go shopping soon. I can almost hear those shoes crying out my name."

I rolled my eyes and pulled open my bedside drawer, digging around for some aspirin.

"When's the audition?"

"Oh, there's no audition," she said distractedly, tapping away at her phone. "The producers had initially wrote their script with some other actress in mind, I made them watch your latest flick. It took little convincing from there to give it to you."

I was stunned. "So they're just giving it to me?"

Mia nodded. "That and they thought that your relationship would add to the popularity of the movie. Thanks to me, again."

"Smart," I noted. I walked towards my mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "When does filming start?"

"Two months."

Water spurted out of my mouth and onto the floor. Mia squealed shrilly and stepped away. I turned to her, my voice hysterical. "Mia, I'm not in shape! Two months isn't enough! Have you seen those girls? They're all thin and bendy like a fucking pretzel! I'm not like that!"

"Oh, don't worry about that." She was strangely calm. "I hired a personal trainer. He promised to get you in shape before filming starts."

"I don't need a personal trainer. I already have one, in case you've forgotten. At this point, I need a miracle." God, I needed sugar. I reached into the refrigerator again and pulled out a can of Coke.

"Oh please. You've got Mason wrapped around your finger. And I'm giving you your miracle. Just trust me."

"It's called charm," I informed, popping open the can. Mia looked at me disapprovingly. "What? It's diet."

"Well, no amount of charm is going to work on this guy," she said confidently.

"Oh?" I really wished I could raise an eyebrow. "You seem pretty sure of him."

"You should look him up on his website. He doesn't look all warm and fuzzy like Mason. Even his name is scary."

I laughed. "Exaggerate much?"

"Seriously!" she insisted. "I met with him yesterday and I was a little terrified. He was all stoic and stiff, but warmed up pretty quickly."

"I don't see how that's a problem. He'll warm up to me too."

Mia shook her head. "He only warmed up because he saw how scared and pathetically tiny I was. He's so freakin tall. I couldn't touch his shoulder even after raising my hand and standing on my toes!" That wasn't that hard to believe. Mia stood at a pitiful height of five feet. Her expression grew slightly dreamy. "But he's so-"

The doorbell rang.

Mia straightened. "That's him."

I stared at her in shock. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head and reached for the door. "He said he wanted to get started right away. Clean yourself up and meet us downstairs in the dining room in ten minutes."

"Mia!" I protested. "I'm hungover!"

"I called you a million times last night," she called from the doorway. "And I don't think he'll have any qualms coming up here and dragging your ass downstairs. Ten minutes."

I groaned pitifully and headed for the bathroom. "Wait, what's his name?"

"Dimitri Belikov."

x-x-x

Fifteen minutes later, I was running down the stairs.

When Mia described the trainer, I thought he'd be some overly buff guy who was balding in his forties. Someone who would scream and yell with spittle flying everywhere or something.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Even though I could only see his back, I could tell he was hot. He was nearly a foot taller than me and was muscled in all the right places. Long, brown hair hung loosely just above his shoulders. Mia was talking animatedly, and he laughed at something she said. It was a beautiful, rich laugh that just made me want to melt. She noticed me ogling and grinned. Waving her hands, she said, "Rose! Come on!"

Dimitri -swoon worthy name- turned around and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Hot wasn't an adequate enough word. The people from People magazine had clearly never seen this specimen before while deciding who was going to be the next Sexiest Man Alive. Gorgeous brown eyes and chiseled cheekbones. He could have been a Greek god for all I knew. He was even hotter than Jesse (and that was saying something).

But those warm chocolate eyes turned hard and narrowed the second he saw me.

Um, ouch?

"You're late."

Now I know why they say, 'Don't judge a book by it's cover.'

Before I could defend myself, my darling chef burst through the kitchen doors.

"Rosemarie," Viktor sang, embracing me so tightly I could barely breathe. He leaned back and kissed me on both cheeks. Mia and I were used to his over enthusiasm, but Dimitri raised an eyebrow at the PDA. From my periphery, I saw Mia whisper something to Dimitri. Understanding dawned on his face. I wanted to smack my head.

Oh god. Please don't tell me he thinks Viktor is my boyfriend. Dimitri didn't seem like to type of guy who kept up with celebrity relationships, so I doubt he knew about Jesse. And this wouldn't be the first time people had made that assumption.

Viktor pulled back and chattered away. "I was worried you wouldn't be awake for breakfast, because I made your favourite!" He peered over my shoulder, his eyes widening. "I see you have guests." He looked at me and fanned himself with his hand discreetly. "No need to worry, there's enough for everyone." He clapped his hands twice and around half a dozen waiters emerged from the doorway, each having a plate in hand.

As soon as the aroma hit me, I gasped and hugged Viktor. "French toast!" I crowed. "Thank you, Viktor! I was starv-"

"Stop."

There was so much authority in his voice that the waiters actually stopped and shifted nervously. Viktor stared at him blankly, then shot me a questioning look. I shrugged, not knowing what on earth this trainer wanted to do.

"Take that back," Dimitri ordered. Viktor's horrified expression mirrored mine.

"Okay, hold it right there, mister," I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. I glared at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, ordering around my staff like that?"

Dimitri looked at Mia. "She doesn't know?"

Mia shot me an irritated look. "She does," she replied, voice clipped. "She just didn't know what exactly you had planned."

Dimitri turned back to me. "Miss Hathaway, if you want to even remotely resemble a Bond Girl in sixty days, you need to listen to me. From now on, you're going to be exercising everyday for at least three hours. I'm also going to dictate your diet. Starting with no french toast." With a withering look, he shooed the waiters back. "Now that you know what I've planned, I'm going to visit your kitchen."

He didn't even wait for any of us. When he left, Viktor shot me a tortured look and hurried after him.

I spun around, glaring at Mia. "What. Have. You. Done?"

She giggled. "Isn't he amazing?"

"Of course he isn't!" I exclaimed. "I don't like him, Mia! Not only is he being incredibly rude, but he also nearly gave poor Viktor a heart attack! And he terrorized my staff and didn't let me eat my food and he's just being a colossal asshat!" I gripped her arms. "Why can't you see that you're making a terrible mistake?

She just rolled her eyes and shook me off. "Stop being so over dramatic, Rose, it's annoying. Viktor will be fine. And you're only miffed because he didn't swoon at the mere sight at you, like everyone. Unlike you." She nudged me, and even had the audacity to wink! "I thought you were about to drool."

"Oh please," I scoffed. "He's not even that hot." Liar liar, pants on fire. "And 'dictate my diet'? What the hell was that?"

"Don't mock him," Mia chided. "And he's right, Rose. If you really want this role, you're going to have to listen to everything he says."

"I still don't like him," I grumbled.

"You don't really have a choice," she reminded. She suddenly laughed. "Dimitri thought Viktor was your boyfriend. If only he knew that Viktor would probably jump at the chance to pinch his butt."

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't it obvious that he's gay though? He's so flamboyant and his nails are manicured perfectly." Viktor was definitely not show about expressing his sexuality. Many thought that he over did the whole thing and lived up to every single gay stereotype, but I honestly couldn't cae less. He was endearing. And could make a mean grilled cheese. I shook my head. "Why are men so ignorant?"

Mia opened her mouth to reply, but she was cut off by a shrill cry.

Viktor burst through the doors again, close to tears. "Miss Hathaway," he wailed. "He fired me!"

Oh god. This chapter was badly constructed before with TONS of mistakes. Not that this one is perfect. I'll probably look at this six months down the road and smack myself. Anyway, I am so sorry about that. I'm working on the other chapters too, and will hopefully post chapter 6 by the end of this month. :D A huge thanks to anyone who has followed/favorited/reviewed this story. I swear I will try my best to complete it, even though I don't remember the plot very well. :P

And I'm sorry for any mistakes I've missed.