Love Island

3

After an amazing fun and extremely hot morning and early afternoon in the sun at the poolside, we all head back to our individual villas, for a siesta as Savio called it. So I strip from my bikini and have a little freshen up in the shower.  Slipping on some thin shorts and a tank top, I switch the AC on full and get myself comfy in the shaded area on the balcony.

I am not wanting to have a nap as such, so I enjoy the peace and quiet at the back of the villa away from the hustle and bustle from outside.

The back of the villa looks out to the ocean with some of the other bigger villas not too far in the distance. The resort itself is absolutely massive and with the villas all over the place but with your own personal space, it's amazing.

Just as I am getting into a nice tranquil zone, I hear shouting in the distance, well a female voice screeching. Now without being too nosey, I have a look around and see across from my villa the very same woman from the poolside, waving her hands about in the air standing opposite the one and only Andre Bello.

Payton and Andre seem to be in a heated discussion. Well, Payton is as she is the only one that can be heard. Andre looks to be pacing back and forth and Payton is still being loud and disturbing.

Andre Bello is a known ladies’ man, likes to have a different woman on his arm at any given opportunity. It was one of the reasons I was reluctant to come on this shoot. His reputation for being an arrogant bastard to all crew and cast precede him.

So whatever disagreement they have, I will be sure to avoid at all costs. I don't need any added drama in my life, no matter how hot he is on and off screen. I can be a bit of a sucker when it comes to actors. Like, major crush on nearly every one of them.

Not that I would mix business with pleasure. I would never dream of doing that, but I can dream, and I will admit that I have had a few dreams with the star being Mr Bello, and no I am not going to share the details. I am not Savio, I like to keep that sort of thing private.

As the shouting gets louder, I can’t help but lean in closer to try and hear what Payton is screaming.

“You said you would have my back” she shouts. I don't hear what Andre replies as he is not screeching like a banshee.

“Stop being seen then”  she shouts again.  God I so want to be a fly on the wall in that villa.

I am not one for gossip or anything of such, but with the movie being the size it is, I know the rumours flying around already.

So here it is, Payton and Andre are seemingly ‘exclusive’ with each other and have been for a couple months. I personally think it's all a publicity stunt, but the photos I have seen of them on the internet make it look like they are so in love with each other.

Molly hasn’t been able to find out any further information on it, but she has said that Payton has been over the top with everything since she arrived on set.  No surprises there really, she is a brat.

Come to think of it, Molly mentioned that Andre was seen earlier on flirting with one of the extra cast members. I wonder if that is what they are arguing about. Or something to do with the fact he was pictured with some other ‘A’ list celebrity.

The possibilities are endless, either way I’m not interested and most definitely not telling Molly my balcony over looks one of theirs.  I hope I don't have to actually witness them doing the nasty, it could ruin my dreams.  That is just what Molly would need to get all the gossip. God help us if she finds out.

With the screeching stopped, I glance over to see Andre leaning over his balcony. He really is the sexiest man I have ever come across. It really is a pity that he is such a man whore and has zero respect for women.  Well that is what I have read about him. I know I shouldn’t believe everything I read but I just can’t help it.

Maybe I am being too hard on him, maybe he isn’t all that bad and it’s all just for publicity. I mean I’ve seen actors and other celebs do much worse just to get a name for themselves.

I must look like a right creep as I sit here watching him. Saying that, I could sit here all day watching him.

I really need to stop though, but it’s very difficult considering he is just so damn easy on the eyes. The hair, the perfect chiselled abs and that ass, by God you could crack a few eggs with them buns.

I shake myself from my thoughts and head back inside my villa to get ready for the evening. We have meetings with some of the crew over dinner. Let’s just stay away from the alcohol tonight, I can’t cope with having too much.

At dinner later tonight a few of the main cast are here. Payton being one of them but no Andre, which he should be, and I know the director isn’t happy that he isn’t.

Payton is being her normal over the top, I want, I need and just in general being horrible to the staff and the rest of us at the table.

That argument from earlier must have just tipped her over the edge. Her assistant, who I swear is high as a fucking kite, can hardly string two words together.  He is being just as dramatic as Payton. Spilling his drinks and complaining about the food.

They are getting paid to be here and they are still fucking moaning about anything and everything.

Savio on the other hand is being strangely quiet, normally he would be calling out on this kind of shit, but he is sitting nursing a drink and playing with his food.

Now the food is done, we do get some business done, Savio takes notes and puts a smile on his face, even if it is fake.

Payton storms off after the director calls her out for not sticking to her contract about hours or something, I kind of switched off when she started her screeching and whingeing. I swear it’s like working with a bunch of kids.

By the end of the night, Savio and I are the only ones left. Surprisingly he is sober but still in a chatty mood.

“Savio, what is wrong with you tonight? You are not yourself”  I ask him once we settle at a table to the side of the bar.

“I’m good chica. Just the heat” he says putting on yet another fake smile.

“Not buying it”  I tell him, folding my arms over my chest.

“Fine, man trouble. He’s being extra about me being here without him. He has some serious trust issues” he says as he stirs his drink furiously.

“How long have you been seeing him?” I ask him.  Savio is not one for sharing too many details because half of the guys he has been with are either closet gays or just not that important.

With the way he is talking about this new man and the way he is acting; I know he is serious about him. He very rarely cares what his partner thinks about his work lifestyle, he is one of those guys who has the attitude of ‘if they can’t handle it then tuff shit.’

“A little over three months since we officially got together but nearly a year since we started seeing each other. It’s complicated, with his work and family.”  He tells me as he now pushes his fruity coloured drink away.

“Just talk to him, Savio. I’m sure you can put his mind at ease. I mean you could always invite him out here so he can see you work. We have a few weeks free during filming.”  I suggest to him.

“He won’t come here, if it gets out, we are together it could ruin both of us”  he whispers.

We soon head off to our villas, Savio promising me he will talk with his man to get it sorted. I need him on his ‘A’ game so we can get through this job.

Without Savio I would be lost and would probably throw in the towel with the drama that comes with working on such a big movie.

Climbing into a nice cool bed, I mentally clap myself on the back since I left the AC on while I was out.  My mind travels to the one place I really don't want to go. Mr Andre Bello.

I just can’t figure out why he would miss an important dinner with the director and the crew. Clearly that argument with Payton has something to do with it. I know it’s none of my business but if this affects the shoot, then we are all in the shit with our superiors.

Just as I can feel myself dozing off, the once quiet and tranquil space is rudely interrupted with loud moans and groans from outside. You do not have to be a rocket scientist to figure out where they are coming from.

Slipping out of bed I head to the balcony to only find exactly where the noise if coming from. Yes, you guessed it. Andre Bello. Well, he is giving it to that brunette hard up against his balcony.

The grunts and groans from the pair are clear as day. If he was wanting to be caught well, he has just done that. A few lights flicker on from the surrounding villas, telling me that he has managed to wake the whole fucking island with his fucking.

The scream from the brunette, makes me cringe, it just sounds so fake. Which makes me think that Andre maybe isn’t as good as the magazines led me to believe. Which is a huge fucking disappointment for me and my dreams.

“Bello, fucking quit you’re an arsehole”  a deep male voice shouts across the water.

Doors slamming and a ‘fuck you’ later and the silence fills the air.

Slipping back into bed for the first time in a while, I sleep with no dream of any ‘A’ list celebrity and most definitely not Andre Bello.  Maybe seeing and hearing him was all it took for me to get over my stupid crush, even though those eyes of his I have seen somewhere before, but where I have seen them, God only knows.