“Oh, Corey,” she purrs. She leans against the countertop with her hands in the pockets of her robe, her legs crossed at her ankle, allowing a large slit to expose her long legs.
Shutting my eyes, I shake my head. The image reminds me of Bex on the balcony of the Bravado penthouse and I cannot,I will not, think of Bex in the presence of Sabrina.
She waits for a moment, for a reaction that I don’t give her, before she says, “Why are you hiding in your trailer, stud?”
There’s an odd vibration of rage coursing through me, and I grit my teeth. “I’m. On. Break. Rina.”
She trills a laugh and my skin crawls. “Babe, you know I hate that nickname. Now, why are you hiding from me?”
I laugh and hold my hand to my chest. “You’re such a narcissist, Rina. What makes you think I’m hiding from you?”
Sabrina arches a brow and eyes the empty trailer space. “Well, you’re hiding out here, alone. And I know what shit you used to get up to on breaks before…”
“Rina, it’s been over five years. More than that, since we’ve been on set together. So, whatever you think you know about me now, you don’t. Now. Get. Out.”
“Aw, Corey, don’t be so snippy.” Hands still tucked in her robe, she pushes off the counter and strides over to me. “You get broody sometimes when you’re nervous about a scene. Are you nervous about tonight, baby?”
She reaches a hand out as if to touch my arm, and I swat her away. “I’m not asking again.”
“Tsk, tsk,” she tuts. “You’re telling me you’re not looking forward to fucking my ass tonight? That used to be your favorite way to fuck.” Sabrina steps closer and I try to step back, but my back is quite literally against the wall.
“I’m trying not to be a dick, Rina, but I need you to back up. Whatever game you’re trying to play here, I’m not into it. I won’t ever be into it, not ever again.” I take a deep breath and shut my eyes. “Can you just… accept that we’re here to work, and get. The. Fuck. Out.”
She reaches back into the pocket of her robe and pulls out a medication container, shaking it. “Maybe I didn’t realize I was working with such a pussy tonight.”
“Rina—”
Sabrina steps back and tosses the container at my face. I catch it before it can land a blow to my face, and she scoffs. “What the fuck happened toyou? You used to be hot, hard, and always ready to fuck. What the fuck is this, Corey?” She gestures toward the container in my hand.
I bark a laugh and pocket the pills. “What? Are you upset you just don’t do it for me anymore?”
Her glare is capable of lighting me on fire. “Fuck you, Corey. Ido itfor everyone, so if you need medical assistance to get it up—”
“You did what you came to do, Rina. You cut with your words and delivered the goods, now, again. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
She huffs. “Fuck you, Corey.”
“Later, obviously.” I reach toward the door and hold it open for her.
Sabrina gathers herself and stands taller. It’s a technique she adopted when she first started out in the industry—she confessed to me at one of the first movies we filmed. It’s a defensive behavior, meant to intimidate, because at full height, she’s easily five-foot-ten. But I know her techniques, and I know her tells, and she’s not fooling me.
She pauses at the door, one foot descending on the top step before she turns to me again. Her expression is different now. It’s softer, her eyes filled with emotion—whether it’s authentic or fake, I can’t tell, and I don’t have the patience to ponder it.
“I was hoping this week would be good for us, Corey. I know the way things ended weren’t… ideal—”
“You dumped me over text, Rina. Pretty sure that’s the farthest from ideal you could possibly fucking get.”
“Corey!” She presses her hand to my chest and I allow it, although it makes my skin crawl. “Let’s just… talk through shit this week, okay? We never got closure.”
If I grind my teeth any harder, I’ll have stumps instead of teeth. I have nothing to say to this, so I just remain stiff. I want to remind her the lack of closure is on her, but I’m not feeding this fucking fire.
When I don’t react or respond, Sabrina’s soft expression turns to a glare. “Take that fucking pill. I don’t want to fake fuck a soft cock.”
I slam the door shut behind her and angrily head for the fridge for a bottle of water. Fuck this fucking pill, fuck Sabrina, and fuck the distance between me and the only woman in the world who could bring me peace right now.
Chapter 21
Bex
