Trevor POV My heart races and I blink, hoping this entire conversation is a figment of my imagination, but it isn’t. It is real. My palms glisten with sweat. “You want me to do what? I thought all the events and fan meets were canceled. Why didn’t you tell me there was still some scheduled?” My chest tightens, and the shrill voice that haunts my dreams rings in my ears. This can’t be happening to me. Jane stares back at me. Concern fills her eyes. “I told you about this. I’ve also talked to Tiffany about it, too. The fans want more, and I was wondering if the two of you can show off a little PDA. Not too much, but enough for the fans to scream and jump for joy.” Her eyebrows furrow together. “I thought the sessions with Dr. Heartland were helping.” My throat tightens, and I gasp for air. “They are, but this…” My voice trails off, and my mind goes blank. I blink and shake my head. “I don’t know about this.” My voice fades to a whisper. “She might be there.”

Rhonda POV I hope this information is worth all the money I have paid for it. My gaze drifts down the length of the mall to a small staged setup at the other end. It is only a few more minutes before Trevor and his group will arrive. According to the information I was given, he should walk right past me to go to the small waiting area they have set up a short distance from the stage. Giggles bubble within me, and I fight back the urge to let it free. This is really happening. I’m finally going to see Trevor again. My fingers itch to run through his shiny, dark hair. I could sit for hours staring into his warm, tender brown eyes. Pleasure pulses through me as an image of me capturing his luscious lips pops into my mind. Why stop at his lips? I will devour him whole. It is only a matter of time now. After a few minutes, I can’t hold it any longer and squeal like a schoolgirl about to meet her crush for the first time. It has been so long since I’ve last touched his tan skin

Tiffany POV“AHHHH…. YES!!! THERE!!! HARDER!!!!” I dig my fingers into Trevor’s broad back while he thrusts deep into me. My legs press hard along his hips, hoping to push him farther into me. The smell of sex hangs in the air, while our sweaty bodies continue to grind against each other in a steady rhythm. Trevor needs another dose of medicine before we get up and leave for work. Who am I to turn him and his godlike body down? I could spend all day in bed with him pounding hard into me. He nibbles my ear, and in his deep, sexy voice, he whispers, “I can never have too much of my medicine.” His hips thrust harder and faster while little stars dance in my vision. My hands claw at his back. My stomach tenses and coils as my glorious paradise comes into view. My legs slide around his hips and wrap around his waist, while he dives into me as if he has never had me before. His skillful moves have his hard cock hitting every bundle of nerves inside of me like the god he is.

Tiffany POV I snuggle up against Trevor’s firm body on the couch. My red eyes stare at the carpeted floor while I run my fingertip in a circle on top of my boyfriend’s tone stomach. His shirt’s thin fabric is the only thing blocking me from playing with his six-pack, which I usually love, but tonight, it isn’t as enjoyable as normal. My mind is still stuck back at the studio and our tearful goodbyes to everyone. This is the part I hate when working on a drama. You spend so much time together and form close friendships with many of the crew and cast members, but then it ends. Everyone promises to keep in touch, but we all know we won’t which makes the end more painful. I softly mumble, “Do you think they will talk in our group chat? Or will this drama be like all the others, and we go our separate ways to never hear from each other again, unless we work on a new project together?” Trevor kisses the top of my head and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I’m sure they will t

Tiffany POV I sit on the couch and cling to Trevor like my life depends on it. In a way, it does. He has never talked or asked me about why my apartment isn’t nicer. In the beginning, he asked why I hadn’t gotten a bigger one, but I had given him a lame excuse about needing to save money, which wasn’t completely a lie. I do have to save money, but it isn’t because I was saving the cash for something else. It is because I didn’t have any money after my father got a hold of me. My grip on his arms tightens as my body trembles. I thought I had more time before my father would reach out. He usually doesn’t try to talk to me while I’m working. I have set one rule which must not be crossed. He can’t affect my work. The moment he does, I cut him off. I don’t know if I could hold myself to it, though, but he doesn’t know that. He isn’t completely dumb because he knows if I don’t have work, I won’t have the funds to give to him. The thought of not having a steady money suppl