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“Cut!”
The director’s call rings in the hall, causing the atmosphere of the stage to lose its magic.
Rhett’s turn to me is fast, perhaps too fast for one doing a scene where he met his mate, but again, he has been fond of me since the production of ‘Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother’ started.
“Hey, juice breath.”
His taunt is childish, but when a nobody actress gets a nickname, no matter how hideous, from an established B-list celebrity, you take it.
“Are you done for the day?”
He nods in answer to my question as he stops before me, a smirk on his lips.
I still have one more scene to shoot before I can get out of this tight bulky dress that feels like a fire hazard.
“Good for you. I’m running on four hours of sleep, a high from three cups of coffee and literal fumes.”
I respond, stepping back from him, only my back bumps into something hard and warm.
“Oh, sor-”
My words halt in my throat.
The silver eyes glaring down at me seem to hold me in place.
All the characters in the film hold the same name as their actor, the director’s choice; something about names enabling an actor to tap into their true potential—I don’t know; personally, I think they are nuts.
They do not understand how it feels to have such a sexy bulky man utter your name like a prayer, over and over, as they grind into you to simulate the illusion of sex for the cameras.
Still, for the duration Marko and I have been co-stars in the production, he barely utters more than a sentence to me, merely glares as if I am beneath him when I enter his field of view, like now.
Then again, he and Magnolia, another actress, are the only A-listers in this production; perhaps, like Magnolia, he feels his skills are wasted paired with a no-name up-and-coming actress.
I feel like I should apologise for being the main lead.
“Careful.”
Marko utters, the deepness of his voice reminding me of our scene in the library.
He was hard; I felt him.
At some point, I swear he pressed me purposefully against his erection…I nearly came.
Shit, I should ask for the panties back; that improvision was a little too nutty on my part too.
“Sorry, I am fine; I think I am more tired than I thought, but it’s just one more scene before we take a break, right?”
He doesn’t respond to my small talk; not even a polite smile touches the lips that had licked me while calling my name.
Welp.
I clear my throat and turn back to Rhett.
“I’ll see you tomorrow; I’d better get ready for the next scene, maybe wipe some of the juice off me before morning comes and I start attracting bees.”
Rhett laughs.
“Probably best, but I can wait for you; you still owe me a drink, remember?”
“It will be late.”
Marko’s sultry voice comments.
“Don’t drink with men when you are tired if you want to go anywhere in the entertainment industry. All you’ll cause is a scandal.”
Unbelievable! His first time actually saying more than six words to me outside of his lines, and it is a critique of something I haven’t even agreed to.
Still, I smile in response; I don’t need a bad review from an A-lister that can end my non-existent career.
“Jesus, man…”
Rhett presses, but Marko gazes at something in the distance before leaving both of us mid-conversation.
I can’t help but follow his frame as he leaves.
“Earth to Alba.”
Rhett calls, but my gaze spots my make-up artist.
“Ah- there is Janine, I should go see her for a touch-up before Marko, and I must leave the venue for filming. I’ll see you next time?”
“Sure.”
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“Hey, what’s the hold-up?”
The driver heaves a sigh of relief at my sight.
“The director thinks we are already on the way.”
“And…”
I prod, adjusting my coat on my frame as I walk toward him in the empty parking space.
I feel fresher now that the juice’s stickiness is no longer on my body.
“And that was twenty minutes ago; I can’t reach Marko. Please, Alba, I can’t lose this job, but I nearly got fired the last time I entered his trailer.”
“So, you’d prefer I get fired?”
“You are a lead; you can’t get fired for calling him; that’s insane.”
What’s ‘insane’ is his suggestion.
But fine, I do not want the director to regret choosing me for the scene.
My march to his trailer is longer than I expect. While mine was in a general area, the placement for his looked more well thought out.
The trees around are arranged in such a way that offers him a view to die for. Unfortunately, though I adore their existence, they rustle too wildly under the wind’s force, drowning my voice as I call to him.
“Marko?”
No answer.
“Marko, we need to go.”
Again, nothing.
He…couldn’t have OD’ed, could he?
It is not a foreign concept for a celebrity to do drugs, but wouldn’t it cost us the production if he overdoses in his trailer?
Oh God! I might have to go back to drowning in obscurity, living paycheck to paycheck until I can find another gig as big as this one.
My pounding on the door is due to my desperation, but it causes the improperly hooked door latch to unhook.
The door slides slightly open, allowing me a slit view of his glamourous trailer; I want to admire it more, but rough sounds call my attention to Marko, splayed beautifully on his dark blue couch, his c*ck in hand, while his other holds my panties.
A stillness I can only associate with shock holds my body captive.
His hand lifts the garment, pressing it to his nose, where he inhales so deeply that I shudder. His stroke against his shaft increases, causing a groan to escape his lips.
I should leave and permit him the dignity of finishing in private, but his pressing of the inner portion of the panties to his mouth causes a gasp to escape me, revealing my presence.
His gaze lifts to meet mine, and while I struggle to find words that would excuse me in the stillness that follows, his hand moves again, stroking himself faster with his gaze trained on me.
The sight stills me.Rhett takes a step back from the petite brown-haired girl claiming to be his mate, but his expression is too wild for one claiming her words to be false.It is not jealousy that fills me, but an ache similar to the one I felt when mother had sat me down in Red Graw to announce that she had found her mate.Loss?Maybe, but I have no business feeling this bitterly when my core remains bare with traces of Marko’s stain between my thighs.Yet I do.The word ‘mate’ has again robbed me of something."Look, kid, I am not your mate."Rhett answers, his movement backwards halting now that she no longer stepped towards him.“How can you say that when I smell you, I know you smell me too; that is why you asked about my perfume, is it not?”He doesn’t answer her, but his expression is terrifyingly easy to read.It is as if he wants to see more of her, yet escape at the same time, the same one Marko used to show me before he grew too bold in his demands.My heel is silent as I
His hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly than he wanted to.It was unnatural, wholly so, that he would feel this giddy because she was in his car, next to him, filling the air in the small space with the scent of sweet cherries, a dash of perfume and sweat from their activities in the library.That he was why her lips remained flush, and hair mussed beyond decorum made his heart beat faster.His hand reached for the stereo to fill the silence his comment on her scent induced.He didn’t want this moment to be sexual; if it were, she would disregard anything they discussed as part of his lust, so he focused on the road before them.But despite his warning, he could feel her not-so-innocent gaze on him.Her mere existence weakened his control beyond belief, especially after Red Graw.Every moment since then had felt like borrowed time, that she was again trying to shut him out did not help.If he hadn’t followed her, she wouldn’t have told him about Rhett finding a mate; she wou
Marko’s first instinct was to turn to the first exit out of the highway, it'd mean they would delay in reaching their destination, but he couldn't push her away.Nothing in his being could push the blasted woman away.Her tongue traced his tip, stilling him briefly in his search for a place to park, but the portions of the road were lined with blockers.He had never been this desperate to park before, it was not that he was not confident in his driving ability, but nothing in him could maintain split focus when it came to her.The feel of her warm wet mouth parting to fit his full length caught him off guard, causing him to step on the accelerator.“God…”He uttered as his gaze darted wildly on the road.She may have said the headline as a joke, but at the moment, it felt like a reality.The feel of her squeezing him in her mouth caused a groan to escape him, but it was the way she sucked lightly, with her tongue cushioning from her teeth, that caused a groan to escape his lips.He ne
Marko "Do you love me? Do you still think of me? Am I in your mind, your dreams, or somewhere in your heart? Answer me, and I will ask nothing else that displeases you...please, Alba." A scoff escaped her lips before she turned her gaze to the sky. She wouldn't answer him; he could tell from the tightness with which she bit her lip. "Do you?" He pressed. "Is this fun for you? Do you enjoy toying with me? Is that it? Is that what is going through your mind?” She took a step back when he neared her, so he stopped. A sigh escaped her before she sealed her eyes forcefully with her fingers. "Alba." "Don't 'Alba' me. What the hell do you think I am, your emotional support animal? Am I your pet? What am I to you that you can ask me such a question after rejecting me." "I didn't want to reject-" "Yes, you did. If you didn't want to reject me, you would have asked me to be your mate, as simple as that.” He hadn’t expected his words to erupt her…no, that is a lie; he wanted them to.
The scent of mint and eucalyptus floods me soothingly.The back seat of his car is spacious, but not spacious enough that it can hold our bodies together, yet, we squeezed to sleep for the night with his arms around me and my face pressed to his chest.It is morning now; the birds outside seem to grow louder in their chirping as if they longed for me to leave Marko’s arms and regain my sanity.For all my exhaustion, sleep did not find me, while he rested like an angel, occasionally stuffing his nose in my damp hair—I had to rinse it with bottled water from his dashboard—I spent the night watching him.My eyes, for the nth time, take in the length of his lashes, he is too handsome to be this careless with his words, but it must be my fault for being weak against him.Despite the thoughts roaming my mind, I nuzzle my face into his chest and listen for his heartbeat.Its loudness makes the perfect ASMR background, especially with his breathing.His body radiates enough heat that I do not
“Are you okay?” Rhett’s voice sounds, it’s distant but there. The pounding of my head takes away most of my focus. “Let’s get started on the west bay. If we-” Light-headedness floods my body, halting my instructions; a wobble claims me before strong arms steady me. “You need rest.” “I’m fine.” “We can pick the project up tomorrow, Alba.” “I said I’m-” A sharp throb pierces my head, causing me to fall silent. The scorching desert sun does not help, but neither does the fact that I last ate yesterday morning. “Fine, a break it is.” I utter as I let him lead me to the car that would take us to our temporary residence in Mist. The project I tackled after the masquerade ball ended relatively quickly, but I could not- would not return to the capital, so I took Magnolia in on her offer. It is no miracle that Rhett chose to follow me to Mist, it is, however, one that this is our third month, and we have yet to discuss the ball or acknowledge its impact on our relationship. We dis
The restaurant’s walls were lined with parasitic plants that maintained their bright green even in the desert heat, so air-conditioning for the win. I like the earthen feel the plants give the restaurant, and while their choice of lighting was a warm yellow meant to appear soothing, I feel anything but soothed.I have only ever read of terms like ‘cuckold’ in books or really layered pornos, yet I am about to enter such an arrangement.Well, I guess there is a first for everything; still, I should appreciate that Rhett looks more nervous than I do.This is the third time he has picked up and dropped his fork; our meal has yet to arrive, so he should not have any business with the cutlery yet-How cute, like a schoolboy meeting his crush.No.I shouldn't think this way; our time together could be coming to an end; I mean, how long would they let me interfere in their heaven-bound match? A few months max if I make my presence too noticeable.Yet again, I will have to minimise my presence
"What- what do I do? I do not want him to think of me as a child; I don’t want to lose my mate, not to you or anyone."“First of all, dress your age.”I utter as I walk toward her; my hand reaches her cheek, then lowers to her lower lip, which is covered in lipstick too dark for anyone not posing as a dominatrix.“That’s my only free advice; you’d have to bargain for the rest.”“Bargain?”I pull away from her and check the stalls. After ensuring they are empty and that we are the only two in the room, I speak."I need the title of Luna till the end of summer to get rid of...a few ghosts. In that time, I can train you in social etiquette.""Social etiquette, from a social pariah? You think I do not know of you?""Right in the heart."I press my hand to my chest in emphasis."To break the rules, you must know them. Plus, I am still relevant even if I am a ‘social pariah’. I receive thousands of invites to social events; I just happen to talk shit at them, but how many do you have? How r