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
Tiffany POVI drag my feet into my apartment. I’m exhausted and feel like I have weights tied to me, holding me down. This was supposed to be an amazing night with Trevor. We were going to finally have an evening together, and I was hopefully going to find exactly where the two of us stand. Are we in a relationship or is this ‘friends with benefits’? My heart cracks thinking about it. My eyes glisten and sting as I shuffle my way into my bedroom and toss the duffle bag on the floor. An aching heaviness fills my chest, but I don’t want to think about it right now. I head towards the bathroom and try to think of anything but Trevor. After I take my shower, I stand in front of the sink naked and stare at the steamed over mirror, wondering how I got to this point. I don’t have the energy to even grab a towel to wipe myself off or wrap it around me.As I stare at the fogged over glass, my mind goes to the one thing I’ve been trying to avoid all day. Trevor. This was going to be
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 walk into the studio with a wide grin on my face and a spring to my step, even though my body still slightly aches. No matter what. I’m not letting anything damper my mood today. I head straight for the makeup artist and the empty chair in front of her table. “Good morning. It is time to make me look amazing.” I flash her a brilliant smile before I sit down in the chair. She pulls some tissues from a box and gives me a side glance. “Someone is happy this morning. Did something good happen to you?”I playfully raise my eyebrows. “I don’t know. Maybe.”She giggles and tucks the tissues around the top of my shirt. “At least you are in a good mood. Yesterday, you looked like you were going to rip someone apart or blow up if anyone talked to you.” She leans closer to me. “I like this side of you much better. To be honest, you look like you’re glowing. Whatever you did, I hope you keep doing it. You are more beautiful with this look.”I bite my lower lip. If
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
Tiffany POV“AHHH!! TREVOR!!! HARDER!!!” I throw my head back onto the couch while I tighten my legs around Trevor’s waist. His powerful thrusts drive me deeper into the cushions, but I don’t want to be anywhere else but here. His rough hands dig into my hips as he pounds his hard shaft deep into my quivering hole. My fingers tighten around his muscular arms while his cock dives deeper into me. “UHMM!!” The smell of sex hangs in the air while the room fills with the sounds of our passion. Our glistening naked bodies glimmer in the dim light and slide along each other, chasing and building to another release. He moves a little and curls me into a ball with my knees pressed against my chest while he stands over me and drives harder into my warmth. His shaft reaches deeper than before, sending another wave of pleasure pulsing through me. “TREVOR!!!”To my delight, his skillful moves brush my bundle of nerves deep within me and catapult me to the edge of my sanity and paradis
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.
Tiffany POVThe director’s harsh words repeat in my head, but I don’t know what I did wrong. I glance across the set at Trevor, wanting to see his warm and loving brown eyes to give me the encouragement I need. Unfortunately, he follows and does what the director has told him to do and gets back into place for the scene, completely ignoring my struggles. My heart twists, but I know I can’t say or do anything. We still haven’t told anyone about our relationship, and it must stay a secret, at all costs. I take a deep breath. “AND ACTION!” I can do this. I bury any lingering emotions I have for Trevor deep inside me and put my character’s mask on. My mind tries to find something to think about, which will irritate me right away. Wait. Rhonda. The image of her being overly touchy with Trevor pops into my head. I press my lips together and hold back a snarl, fighting to come out. I turn my attention towards the older couple on the couch and walk onto the set. We run throug