Krysia's assistant was signing paperwork for her, extremely tired, the assistant stops. "Hey, did I tell you to stop?, whatever, guards!, take this one away, I'll look for one myself this time." The guards immediately go and drag the assistant out. A test with questions will be done. Sitting on a bench, Krysia had already called several women,, she didn't even give them time to respond properly. "Next... Next... isn't there anyone useful in this queue? Next..." She says emotionlessly, checking her phone for her next schedules.

Krysia grumbles as her feet hurt her, tired and annoyed she drags herself up onto the scooter that's brought when walking long distances is involved, not saying a word to you, only giving orders.

"Let's get back home, I need to rest,"

Krysia mumbles as she gets comfortable on the vehicle.

"Finally..." Krysia mumbles before standing up. "Let's get home. I want to rest and be alone." She says coldly, walking away from her guard. "I hope nothing important comes up... I'm not in the mood for this today." Krysia mutters to herself as she climbs into the limo waiting for them.

She settles into the plush seat with a sigh, pulling out her phone to scroll through her messages, hardly paying attention to anything but the people begging for her attention and praise. "I should get rid of all these useless people..." she mumbles, debating whether or not she should block them all.

"Finally... Let's get going..."

She stands up and stretches before walking towards the limo, not even glancing back at the guards, who were supposed to be following her every move.

"Gravy, drive me home. I need some rest."

Her voice sounded tired, but it was impossible for anyone else to know how much she really needed it. As soon as they enter the vehicle and close the door behind them, Krysia sighs heavily and leans back against the seat.

"Just take me there... I don't care anymore..."

"Just take me there... I don't care anymore..." she murmurs before drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the day's events and the constant demands on her time. The limo finally pulls up outside of her villa hours later, waking Krysia as Gravy gently nudges her shoulder.

Finally able to relax and close her eyes, Krysia slowly drifts off to sleep. Her body aches from the day's events, and she doesn't have the energy to even pretend like she cares about anything anymore. She lets out a contented sigh as she dreams of something more simple, peaceful... just for a moment.

But even in her dreams, there are people surrounding her, asking for autographs and pictures, their faces blurring together into one endless stream of adoration and need. She tries to ignore them, but they only seem to get louder, more insistent... until she wakes up with a start, her heart pounding and her cheeks wet with tears.

Sitting up, she looks around blearily, trying to remember where she is. The limo has stopped outside of her villa, and Gravy is nowhere to be seen. With a huff, she climbs out of the car and walks toward the massive doors leading into her home.

"Stupid fans... stupid life..."

She mutters under her breath, fiddling with her phone as she steps inside.

The cool air of the villa feels like heaven on her skin, but even that doesn't lift her spirits for long. She finds herself pacing around aimlessly, feeling more restless than ever.

"Maybe I should just quit..."

she murmurs, toying with the idea for a moment before dismissing it as childish and pathetic.

But the thought lingers, nagging at her like a persistent insect.

"No,"

she finally says aloud, shaking her head violently.

"I can't do that... I'm Krysia."

And with that, she resolves to push her restlessness aside and focus on what truly matters: her career... for now.

"We're here, milady," he says politely, opening her door and gesturing for her to exit the vehicle. Sighing heavily, she stretches and pushes herself upright, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

As she steps out of the limo and onto the marble driveway leading up to the villa's entrance, Krysia glances around at the lush greenery and sparkling fountains surrounding her home. It's a far cry from Egypt, but she has grown used to its beauty over time.

"Go get something to eat, I'll be up in a bit," she says tiredly to Gravy, not even bothering to turn around as he drives away in the limo. She trudges up the steps and unlocks the front door, stepping inside and immediately flopping down on her favorite couch.

"Just leave me alone..." she mutters into a pillow, already half-asleep again.

"Oh," she says with half-lidded eyes, sitting up a little and rubbing her forehead. "Thanks... I'm starving." She watches as you set the cake down on the nearby coffee table, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt for treating you so poorly. With a soft sigh, she forces herself to sit up straighter.

"Hm? What's that?"

she mumbles, barely opening one eye to look at him.

"Cake? You didn't have to..."

She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head.

"It's nothing special, just something I made earlier,"

he replies with a warm smile before handing it over to her. Krysia takes the plate and sits up slightly, taking a small bite of the chocolate cake. Her eyes close as she savors the flavor, the sweetness spreading through her mouth.

"Mm... This is really good,"

she murmurs between bites.

"Thanks, Gravy."

She takes another bite before laying back down again, resting her head on a throw pillow.

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else?"

he asks, watching her with concern.

Krysia shakes her head, already half-asleep again.

"No... just leave me alone for a bit..."

she mumbles before closing her eyes completely and drifting back off to sleep.

"I'm sorry for being such a... I don't know. Such a jerk to you today." Krysia says quietly, looking down at her lap. "It's just been one of those days." She pauses, taking a deep breath and then looks up at you with a small smile. "You really are the best guard ever."

Her voice is softer now, less accusatory and more sincere. You nod in acknowledgement, feeling a strange mix of amusement and pity for her. It's been like this for years - one moment she would treat you terribly, the next she'd be acting as if nothing had happened.

"It's alright," you say with a shrug. "I know how it is." You smile back at her reassuringly before turning to head back toward the kitchen. "I'll leave you alone now, if that's what you want."

"Hey, Gravy?" Krysia asks softly, her voice slightly hoarse with sleep. "Can you... can you do something for me before you go?" There's an awkward pause before she continues, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I don't want to be alone right now... If it's not too much trouble."

The last part comes out almost as a whisper, and Krysia avoids looking at your face, focusing instead on the floor. It takes everything in you not to laugh or sigh heavily in annoyance. But you know how she can be, always needing attention even when she's the one who pushes everyone away.

"Sure, milady," you say with a sigh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "What do you need?" You walk back over to where she's sitting on the couch and kneel down beside her, offering her a reassuring smile.

"Wait,"

she says softly, sitting up straighter on the couch.

"Gravy..."

She pauses, searching for the words to express what's on her mind. Finally, she just says,

"I... appreciate you sticking around."

There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that she rarely shows anyone else.

"Even when I'm being a brat?"

she asks tentatively, half-expecting you to agree with her assessment. But she needs to know; she needs validation from someone other than herself.

"Oh... wait... Gravy..."

Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words.

"Thank you."

It's hardly the thanks she should be giving, but it's better than nothing. With a small nod of acknowledgement, you step out into the heat once more and make your way back toward her limo. You can't help but feel a little sorry for her - she may act tough and aloof most of the time, but deep down, she's just as lonely and confused as anyone else.

"Let's go home,"

you say quietly to yourself, climbing into the driver's seat.

"Another day with Krysia."

Krysia is curled up under the covers, one arm over her face as if trying to block out the light coming through the window. The sheets are twisted around her legs, and she's wearing nothing but a thin tank top and her favorite black thong. Even in her sleep, she looks unbearably tousled and sexy.

Finally, she stirs and peeks out from under the covers with half-lidded eyes.

"What do you want?"

she asks groggily, her voice hoarse with sleep. Her long black hair is tangled around her shoulders and half-obscuring one breast. She looks utterly delicious and completely unapproachable at the same time.

She stirs beneath the sheets, mumbling incoherently. Her eyes flutter open slowly, squinting at the bright light flooding through her bedroom window. Groaning softly, Krysia rolls onto her side, curling herself into a protective ball as she tries to ignore the discomfort in her body.

"Go away,"

she murmurs without looking up.

"I don't want to get out of bed."

Even though Gravy isn't here physically, she feels his presence nonetheless; always there, watching and waiting for her orders. It makes her feel claustrophobic sometimes.

"Five more minutes..."

she pleads, pressing a pillow over her face as if that will make the world disappear. But even under the covers, she knows it's useless; Gravy won't leave her alone until he takes her to wherever she needs to be today. With a heavy sigh, Krysia finally forces herself to sit up, wincing as pain shoots through her shoulders and back.

"Fine,"

she mutters, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"But I need coffee first."

Groggily, she shuffles toward her dresser, digging through her drawers until she finds a comfortable outfit for the day. As she changes, Gravy stands patiently nearby, waiting for her to finish so they can begin their routine once more.

"Alright,"

Krysia says finally, turning around and stretching again.

"Let's get this over with."

She tosses her discarded clothes into a heap on the floor, not caring where they land or if someone else might have to pick them up later. With one last yawn, she walks toward the door, prepared to face whatever new challenges await her today.

"Another take."

She sighs, feeling annoyed and uncomfortable in the skimpy bikini. Her back aches from constantly arching it and her breasts chafe under the straps. The heat isn't helping either; sweat is beginning to trickle down between her shoulder blades.

"This better be the last one,"

she mutters under her breath.

She tries to focus on the director's instructions, but all she can think about is how much she wants to get out of this stupid bikini and into something more comfortable. The crew seems to sense her growing discomfort, offering encouragement as they shout directions and clap whenever she gets a shot right. Despite the heat, she looks stunning in the bikini, her body tan and flawless. The cameras click away as she strikes seductive poses, eyes closed or looking directly into the lens with a sultry expression.

Krysia glances over at Gravy, who's standing nearby with his arms crossed, watching her like he does everything else. He never says anything, but somehow just having him there makes her feel... off balance. She wonders if it's because he's the only one who doesn't seem to fawn over her all the time.

With one final arch of her back and a determined glance at the camera, Krysia nails the shot. The crew cheers and claps, but she barely notices; all she can think about is collapsing onto a chaise longue and cooling off with some ice water.

"That's a wrap,"

she announces tiredly, making her way over to where Gravy stands.

"Let's get back to the studio."

Her voice sounds hollow even to her own ears. As they walk away from the set together, Krysia can't help but wonder if this is really what she wants to keep doing... forever.

She sighs as they force her into yet another unflattering swimsuit. "I don't know why I agreed to this..." she mutters under her breath, walking towards the camera with a frown on her face. But as soon as the director yells 'action', her expression changes. She strikes a pose, arching her back and sucking in her stomach, trying to look confident and alluring. For the first time since arriving at the shoot, there's a tiny spark of life in her eyes.

"Ta-da!"

She exclaims dramatically, spinning around to reveal herself in an exotic skimpy bikini.

"I thought we could cool off and... celebrate a successful day."

Her tone is playful, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she beckons me closer.

Krysia steps carefully over to the pool's edge and kicks off her flip-flops before sinking into the warm water with a contented sigh. The suit clings to her curves enticingly, revealing more of her body than usual.

"Come on, Gravy,"

she purrs, gesturing for me to join her,

"let's have some fun."

"Surprise!"

she squeals, jumping into the pool with a splash. The cool water envelops her body as she swims around playfully, completely forgetting about her tiredness and aches for the moment.

"Come on in, it'll feel good,"

she calls to Gravy, beckoning him over with her arms outstretched.

With a sigh, he sheds his clothes and joins her in the pool. The water is surprisingly warm, making them both relax almost instantly. Krysia laughs as Gravy tries to keep up with her playful antics, dunking him underwater before swimming off toward the edge of the pool.

"Gotcha!"

she cries triumphantly, grinning at him from her perch on the side of the pool.

"Now it's your turn."

"Gravy..." she purrs, motioning him to follow her closer to the edge of the pool. "Come here..." Her voice drops lower, becoming almost seductive as she trails a finger down his chest, tickling his skin lightly.

With another sultry look in her eyes, Krysia pushes him forward until he's standing waist-deep in the cool water. She giggles softly before climbing into the pool herself, swimming around gracefully like a mermaid. "What do you think?" she asks playfully, splashing water at him.

It takes Gravy a moment to respond; he's used to seeing her act so tough and demanding, but this... this side of her is almost unfamiliar. Almost endearing. He finds himself smiling back at her as he slowly begins to swim after her, feeling the cool water against his skin.

"I like it," he says finally, ducking under the surface and surfacing next to her with a grin.

Krysia leans into Gravy's chest, enjoying the warmth of his body beneath the cool water.

"Thank you,"

she whispers hoarsely after a moment.

"For staying with me all these years... I don't know what I'd do without you."

The words spill out before she can stop them, unexpected and raw, but true nonetheless.

With a mischievous smile on her face, she unties the top of her bikini and lets it fall off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to the night air. Her body brushes against Gravy's as they swim, sending shivers down his spine. She laughs softly, enjoying this playful side of herself that she rarely shows anyone else.

Her body glistens in the moonlight as she waits for him to take the bait, her breasts floating on the surface of the water like two pale stones.

Gravy reluctantly chases after her, their movements through the pool growing more playful and intimate with each passing moment. Krysia finally allows herself to be cornered against one of the pool's sides, where she turns to face him again, hands braced on either side for support.

"You're going to have to catch me first,"

she whispers breathlessly, eyes locked on his as her body sways back and forth seductively. She feels alive and free in this moment, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of his gaze upon her. The air between them crackles with electricity, as if they might ignite at any moment from their shared desire.

"Come on," she whispers, wrapping a single leg around him and urging him to pick her up. Krysia's weight feels delicious against Gravy as he holds her in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together in the water. He looks down at her face; flushed with pleasure and excitement. His hands slide across her bare skin, tracing patterns on her back and hips.

"This is what I needed," she says softly, eyes closed as he kisses along her neck. "To just feel free."

With a sigh of pleasure, Krysia feels Gravy's strong arms circle around her waist as he pulls her closer. The warm water and his solid form envelop her, making her feel safe and cherished in this moment. She runs her fingers through his wet hair, loving the way it feels silky smooth against her fingertips.

She tilts her head upward, gazing into his eyes as they sparkle with amusement and desire.

"Thanks for being so good today,"

she whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"I know I'm not always easy."

For this moment, she's not Krysia, the queen of Egyptian cinema. She's just another woman, enjoying herself with her guard. His hands slide over her hips and down to cup her ass, pulling her against him even tighter as they find a rhythm in the water that leaves them both panting and hungry for more.

Finally, he manages to grab her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She sighs contentedly as their bodies meet once more, reveling in the feel of his skin on hers.

"I win,"

she purrs, breathless from laughing and swimming.

"Maybe..."

he whispers back, nuzzling his face into her neck,

"... but I think we both know who's really the master here."

She closes her eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine at his words. It's true... there is no denying that she relies on him more than anyone else... even when she tries to push him away. For now, though, all she wants is to enjoy this moment of innocent pleasure with the man who makes her feel alive.