Chapter 42
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Trevor’s luscious lips devour me, and I eagerly let my desire consume me.
My fingers rake through his short black hair while pulling him closer to me. I rock my hips, looking for the ultimate pleasure of our bodies rubbing against each other.
“Ahh…” My soft moan is quickly gobbled up by him before he thrusts his tongue deep into my dark cavern, tasting every nook and cranny.
Fire ignites within me while his large hands grope my back and pull me tighter against him.
Faint gasps float through the air, but I ignore them.
Our bodies melt together, but it isn’t enough. I need him buried deep inside of me, calling out my name.
Trevor breaks our passionate kiss and whispers, “More. I need more.” He dives to my neck and devours my sensitive skin. As his moist lips latch onto the delicate skin right under my ear, a wave of pleasure surges through me, igniting every part of me on fire.
My head falls slightly back as a needy and demanding moan escapes me. “Ahh… Trevor… Yes…”
Jane’s high-pitched squeal slices right through my haze and our perfect moment. “TREVOR! TIFFANY!! PEOPLE ARE WATCHING!!”
My eyes whip open as Trevor freezes. His grip tightens around me.
As the euphoria of the moment wears off, giggles surround us, while Jane has a mix of excitement and fear on her face. If she had stopped working as our agent for a moment, she would squeal right along with the others watching, but Trevor’s situation with the crazy witch has her on edge.
Shit.
This shouldn’t have happened. We have been doing so well, keeping our relationship a secret.
I slowly glance over my shoulder at almost everyone who is working today standing there watching us. Many are giggling and jumping for joy, while others are standing there with their mouths gaping open.
My eyes stop on the director, who has a playful smirk, while his dark brown eyes twinkle in delight.
Can I go back in time and not let myself get carried away? Please.
Trevor tightens his arms around me and whispers, “Did we just reveal our relationship to everyone?”
With my gaze still on the director, I whisper back, “Yes.”
Panic washes over me. What are we going to do now?
The director’s smirk widens. “Trevor. Tiffany. Do you have something to tell us? I don’t think that is in the script anywhere.”
I silently plead with him to not do this.
He raises an eyebrow. “Well, do you?”
Damn him.
I swallow the lump in my throat and finally admit our defeat. “Yes. Trevor and I are actually dating now. When he has a panic attack or his nerves get the best of him because of some crazy stalker lady, I’m usually the fastest way to bring him back to normal.” I don’t elaborate on how, but after the show a few seconds ago, I’m sure the staff will understand how.
Trevor, with his head still buried in my neck, nods.
The director’s grin widens. “I’m glad you have let everyone know.” He looks around at the other staff. His joyous expression fades and his usual serious one returns. “I expect everyone to keep this a secret. You know what might happen if this gets out and one particular crazy lady finds out. Not only will Trevor be in danger, but Tiffany will be, too. I’m not taking the risk my leads are unavailable for the last few weeks of filming because some fan goes wild. Plus, it will be up to Trevor and Tiffany to disclose this information when and where they want to. Do you understand?”
His voice becomes cold and very firm with his last sentence.
Heat rushes across my cheeks, and I try to bury my face into Trevor’s hair, hoping to avoid everyone’s stares, but I fail miserably. Not only can I see everyone’s looks, but I can also see their inquisitive eyes.
Jane steps forward. “I confer with the director. This must stay as a secret on the set. If this information is leaked and things spiral out of control, putting my actors in danger, I won’t think twice at throwing whatever legal actions I can at whoever has caused it.” She narrows her eyes and scans the staff.
The joyous and curious atmosphere instantly turns harsh and cold. A few staff shiver and shuffle backwards.
She claps her hands and marches past us towards the frozen employees. “The show is over. Everyone can get back to work now.”
I breathe a small sigh of relief when the crowd slowly disperses, and I relax against Trevor’s firm body.
But it only lasts for a minute before he nibbles my earlobe and whispers, “I’ll finish when we get home.”
My breath hitches and I ball my fingers in his hair.
“Stop it, you two.” Jane’s stern voice halts both of us in our tracks.
She puts her hand on my shoulder. “You have risked enough today. Trevor can finish getting his medicine when you are back at the apartment. For now, you need to cool it. I’m still not sure if everyone will keep this a secret or not. We can’t risk it getting out before the event. It will make my job a lot more difficult if I open my social media tomorrow and the headlines say something about the two of you are dating or are together.”
I’m thrown back into the horror and reality of the situation.
Can I go back to Trevor’s luscious lips and the pleasure pulsing through my body? I would gladly take that any day over this crazy set of events.
Trevor gives my neck a quick peck before he leans back and looks at her. “I will try, but I can’t guarantee anything. If I have a panic attack, I’m going to grab what I need, which is Tiffany, no matter who is standing around and watching. I know she and I had promised to not reveal our relationship, but when I need her warmth to calm my racing heart and frazzled nerves, I’m not going to care who is watching.”
My heart warms.
I agree. I would do anything he needs to keep him calm. The studio could be full of strangers, but if he needs me, I’ll be there for him in whatever way he needs.
A slight frown etches into Jane’s face as she looks at Trevor and me. Questions circle around in his eyes, but she remains quiet.
What is she thinking now?
Reluctantly, I get off of my boyfriend’s lap and take a step back, pulling my shirt down. “Are you thinking about or planning something I’m not going to like?”
Her eyebrows furrow together, and she pauses. She stares back at me but says nothing.
An uneasiness settles over me.
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Rhonda POV
I shuffle my feet and tuck myself back farther into the shadows and the corner of the room while my eyes roam the bar, looking for the person meeting me.
I’ve never stooped to this point for anyone before, but Trevor isn’t just anyone. He is special.
If they think blocking me from the studio will stop me, they are wrong. There are a lot more ways to accomplish my goal other than going there.
Music floats through the air and mixes with the clatter and buzz of the others scattered around the area. The stench of alcohol, sweat, and stale popcorn fills my nose, making my stomach churn. I choke down the bile rising up.
I glance down at my watch. He is late.
How much longer do I have to stay in this filthy place? I don’t think I’ve been to a dump like this since my college days, and then it was only when my friends wanted to experience something different. Trevor better appreciate what I’m doing for him.
The front door opens, and I hold my breath. Is that him?
