Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

Chapter 71 - Filthy Little Girl

Chapter 71 - Filthy Little Girl

"Would you say you are politically active? I am curious."

"No. No. I am a centrist and don't like to talk about politics. I sincerely don't know enough about it to have a concrete opinion. I would hate to have a misinformed opinion. Do you have an opinion on such things?" A fine example of a man with a good head on his shoulder. He didn't talk about things that he didn't know about. Katherine couldn't help but be secretly impressed by this new quality that had come out. Turns out, this conversation was far more productive than she had initially thought it was.

"I have my own ideas, but I think they are a little idealist and you will laugh at them. We'll have to revisit this topic on a later date when I have an opinion on this matter." In actuality, she wasn't as embarrassed about her ideas as she said she was. She knew that politics could spark discussions that led to fights and she didn't want any of that when it came to her beloved Ray. They might have different political beliefs but there was more to them than such fickle ideas about the world. "But I do like Obama as well. I know a lot of people give him slack for being so good at comedy, but I find the man extremely charming. I am now rethinking the answer I was about to give. I should invite him over and not the answer I am going to give." She was abashed.

"Now, now. Think about it. If we have two different answers, we could totally meet both the people we are going to invite over. Nothing is impossible." She threw her head back in laughter.

"I love how you always assume that we will someday meet!" She joked.

"Honey, what's the use of falling in love if you don't meet?" he replied with an edge to his voice.

"I used to believe that one can't fall in love without meeting and that it takes a lot of time to fall," she sighed.

"But now you have been proved wrong, haven't you?" His voice was filled with amusement.

"Are you being cheeky, right now?" she asked, the same hint of humor in her voice.

"Of course, love."

"Do you even want my answer?" she bit back.

"Give it to me."

"I want to invite Cage Cavanaugh to dinner." He sucked in a breath, but she didn't seem to notice the change in his behaviour. "I want to see my friends' faces when they see him enter. I am by far the most composed of them and am sure that I wouldn't react when I saw him but Lily is a nutjob. She would squeal. And Angelina? I am contemplating if I should tell you this story." And it was a tough one. She was in for sharing one of the most embarrassing stories about her friends that existed. She was conflicted about spewing such nonsense and scaring the man away, too.

"Please do tell me. I would love to know." So, all three roommates were fans of his. Should he have been happy to hear that? Or scared?

"Mr. Cavanaugh did an interview during his promotion for 'Under the Stars' and Angelina inhaled the information. She found out that he plays some game that she does and searched high and low for him." He remembered that stupid game that was asking to make him the face of their brand, Detective Puzzles. "I think she found someone who unintentionally made her think that they were the actor and well… she now thinks she is in a secret online relationship with him." Cage started to cough and made no attempt to hide it. He couldn't even bring himself to laugh at the irony of the situation. One friend thought she was dating a star while the other remained oblivious that she was 'really' dating a star online.

"I don't know whether I should laugh or cry, but I can tell that she won't listen to our warnings. She is set on what she wants." As are most women who confuse him for his characters.

"And you? Didn't you try to find your favorite actor?" he asked, his spidey senses flaring. What if she had tried to find him and had succeeded and now she was pretending like she didn't know? The horrifying thought left him with goosebumps.

"Did I tell you he was my favorite? Or did you assume?" She remained oblivious to his distress.

"You think he is the hottest man on the planet. How wouldn't I know that you like him the best?" He was testing her.

"That's not true. I like you the best," she said proudly. Within a second all his suspicions melted and he felt like he was turning into a pile of glue. How easy it was to convince him that she was the purest girl out there.

'No. No. She is my filthy little girl.' He thought proudly and grinned.

"Now 'you' are being cheesy. Do you know that?" His voice was warm and fuzzy and she could hear it. She smiled as she answered.

"Yes. And no, I didn't try to search for him. It's not my place to invade his privacy. Moreover, I am not stupid enough to think that I would somehow find him among the barrages of people who tried. I don't think my luck would be that great."

He threw his head back in laughter. Oh, to think she would still not be able to figure it out and be so oblivious when he had let her hear his real voice. But he had to admit, his voice on the microphone was very different from what it sounded on television. He couldn't fault her for being a rational human being who knew the possibility of her finding a celebrity was close to zero percent. But she was… she was talking to him, dammit and he would soon have to reveal himself.

"And what would happen if you did find him on the internet? And you could speak to him?" He couldn't help but tease her a little.