“Even better! Places, people! Let’s get this show on the road.”
I wasn’t allowed to move from my spot until Jude was finished with me, and I was no longer needed.
“Mara’s here, you can go,” he finally said to me, and I hurried away, ripping my phone out of my back pocket to send a text to my best friend.
Me:S.O.S
Cassandra:An S.O.S on day 1?
Me:Like you wouldn’t believe.
I’m fucking screwed.
Chapter eleven
Cole
Well.
The cats out of the bag.
Picture this.
You’re at an award show as a nobody, flying completely under the radar because the work you’d done in the past had only ever made it onto magazine covers, and not television screens. Nobody sparks up conversation with you aside from the bartender, and a couple of women who slur flirtatious remarks your way. But then you see the most spectacular woman you thought only existed in your imagination, getting hit on by some sleazy creep on the way back to her table.
So I did what any man in their right mind would do. I swooped in, hoping to save the day. I didn’t think I’d have a shot with her. But I ended the night with her long, blonde hair wrapped firmly around my knuckle while I buried my cock deep into her tight pussy from behind.
Her red stained lips wrapped comfortably around the tip of my dick, while her dainty hands work the base.
Picture her thick thighs hovering over my chest while her bare, pink pussy glistens before I even touch it, only for her body to crumble on top of me at the slightest flick of my tongue.
Now imagine thinking about her every waking minute of every fucking day, knowing it wasyourdecision to not share names. I made it almost impossible for myself to ever find her again. But when I saw her strut past the bar I work in and live above, I thought it was fate. Then she ignored me when I called out the nickname I’d given her.
She heard me.
I know she did.
She stopped walking, keys clutched between her knuckles at the ready, and for a moment, I felt bad for potentially scaring her. I called out for her, not thinking she would fear for her safety. I did it because I thought we could get a repeat of the night we’d shared only days before. But either I’d satisfied her enough to last a lifetime, and she wasn’t interested in a re-do, or she wasn’t ready for another fourteen orgasms that we both knew I could deliver.
Or she didn’t have as good of a time as I convinced myself she did.
Whatever her reasoning, the look on her face when she saw me was fucking priceless. Her ice-blue eyes popped out of her head, and her jaw was on the floor. When I told Jude she was my girlfriend, her lips snapped shut, and her head tilted to the side.
As if she were concocting a plan of her own to get back at me for basically telling the entire cast and crew that we were screwing, leaving the both of us completely off limits.
She’s probably going to hate me for it, though, but the urge to claim her as mine in front of everyone here was just too strong to ignore.
I spotted her yesterday in the crowd of people checking into their apartments, busy with their luggage or helping themselves to a glass of champagne.
She slipped out and hopped into the back of a black Range Rover as if she were some superstar ducking through the back entrance, trying to dodge the paparazzi and obsessive fans.
Once my brother Tate and I got settled into our apartment on the top floor, he dragged me to see some singer that the production company are keeping an eye on for the soundtrack. “As your manager, you’ve gotta listen to mesometimes,” he’d told me, throwing a clean t-shirt at me before shutting my bedroom door.
So, I obliged.
I threw on the clothes that he’d given me, and we made our way into town.
When he and I arrived at Bridie’s, she was standing at the bar next to a brunette while deep in conversation.
