All Chapters of My Sexy Co-Star: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Trevor POV With a spring to my step and a wide grin etched into my face, I leave the studio and head to my car. The drive back to my apartment seems to take longer than normal. My finger taps the side of the steering wheel while my eyes stay focused on the road. Is Tiffany still there? My stomach flutters at the idea of her welcoming me back home. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes will brighten even my worst days. The tapping on the wheel quickens as I bite my lower lip. An image of Tiffany wearing only an apron pops into my head. My cock comes to life as I lick my lips and stop at a red light. Her pale skin glimmers under the dim lights and begs to be touched and marked. I wrap my fingers around the steering wheel as Tiffany gives me a playful smirk and seductively asks, “What do you want to eat tonight?” My pants tighten as my bulge grows and strains against the thick fabric, begging to be set free. The image in my mind then morphs to last night as I hover over he

Trevor POVMy heart pounds not only in my chest but in my ears and my head, giving me an instant headache. My body goes stiff and my blood runs cold as Tiffany’s usually warm eyes freeze me on the spot. If I could, I would push the woman off me and scream to Tiffany that it is a misunderstanding. It isn’t what she thinks it is. My body moves towards her as she turns and bolts out of the studio. Every cell in my body screams at me to follow her, but the director’s harsh voice stops me in my tracks. “Trevor. I expect you to show miss Rhonda around. The owner told me she specifically asked for you.”Mentally, I scream, “NO! STOP TOUCHING ME YOU WITCH!” Even though the words are on the tip of my tongue, I choke them down and nod as I turn and look at him. His stern look gives me the unspoken warning I knew was waiting for me to get since he told me about her visit this morning. Our initial conversation had been interrupted and he couldn’t finish our talk, but I’ve been in this

Trevor POV I nervously glance around the studio and through the sea of people scurrying around, hoping I don’t see any hint of Rhonda. She almost cost me my chance with Tiffany. Plus, if Tiffany sees her first, I’m afraid to see what my co-star will do. Last night, she nearly exploded when I told her who Rhonda really was. I had to confirm over and over again I didn’t take Rhonda up on her multiple offers, nor would I in the future. Ultimately, my tender touches are what calmed my beautiful girlfriend down. I breathe a small sigh of relief when I don’t see Rhonda. Maybe she won’t be here today. “TREVOR!!” My heart jumps into my throat. I spin around to see one of the middle-aged staff members waving at me. “TREVOR! THE DIRECTOR WANTS TO SEE YOU IN HIS OFFICE!” I have rejoiced too soon. I nod and wave back before I trudge my way to the director’s office. The entire time, I silently pray he doesn’t want to talk to me about Rhonda. I stop in front of his door and tak

Tiffany POVI scurry through the studio trying to find the one person who can make this horrible workday dissolve away, but no matter where I look, I can’t find him. My feet halt in front of the makeup artist’s area, and I frantically ask, “Have any of you seen Trevor? I was supposed to meet him after my scenes were done, so we could practice together.” I don’t care if anyone knows I’m lying right now. My top priority is to find Trevor. The few people standing around look at each other and then at me and shake their heads. One lady points to the exit. “Hasn’t he left for the day already? I thought I saw him heading out a couple of hours ago.”I take a deep breath and whip my head around towards the main door. Could he have left already? I thought he was going to wait for me. An image of Rhonda and her overly friendly touches pops into my head, and my stomach sinks. She hasn’t gotten her claws sunk into my man, has she? I look back at the group and mumble, “Thanks.” I don

Trevor POVI stare down at the script. My eyes scan over the words and my lines, while staff scurries around me, getting ready for the next scene. In the back of my mind, I can’t stop myself from wondering if Rhonda is here. I’ve called in many favors, but there is no guarantee she still won’t show up. I can only cross my fingers and hope for the best. A commotion on the other side of the studio pulls my attention away from my task. I scan the area, and my heartbeat quickens as fear washes over me. Is she here? Please, tell me no. I breathe a small sigh of relief when I don’t see the horrible woman anywhere. The director rushes towards me. “Trevor! Get ready for the next scene. We’ll begin shooting in a few minutes.” He stops beside me and pats my shoulder. In a whisper, he adds, “She isn’t here. Stop worrying or you will ruin your shoots.”Stop worrying. That is easy for him to say. I choke down my words and simply nod my head. He pats my shoulder again and smiles.