My Fear, Their Game

Synopsis

I went to visit my boyfriend, Damian Glover, the award-winning actor, on set and brought Starbucks for the entire crew. His assistant, Celia, refused coldly, "Just leave it there. I'm allergic to milk." Well, how was I supposed to know? I didn't care and set the drinks on a nearby table. That night, Celia went into an allergic shock on her way home and almost got hit by a truck. Damian confronted me, his face full of anger. "What did you give her?" I was completely baffled. I said, "How would I know what she's allergic to? Besides, I didn't force her to drink it." Damian went into the kitchen without saying another word. It was rare for him to cook, but this time, he cooked a full meal, saying he wanted to celebrate the movie wrapping with me. The next morning, however, I woke up wrapped head to toe in plastic tape and covered in flowers. The fact was, I had asthma, and he knew that. Even the slightest pollen exposure could be deadly. Damian sat by Celia's hospital bed and said softly, "I packed her in the freshest flowers and brought her over to apologize to you. "Come on, eat some food, or your stomach will start hurting again." I sneered, looking up at the security camera in the corner. Then I said, "Come get me right now, and I'll agree to your request."