That sweet burning sensation spreads all through my body and I just let myself go. I wonder if it’s possible to die from coming too much, but I just push that question off my mind. I have no idea what the answer is, but I’m close enough to finding it.
“More,” I pant, rolling to the side and laying on my back.
He looks at me and, within mere seconds, his body is on top of mine, his lips wrap around my right nipple. In one single movement, he’s inside me again. This time he starts slowly, but it doesn’t take long before he starts upping the pace, drawing loud screams out of me.
“Harder!”
He obeys, fucking me so fast, I can see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids. With each thrust, he slides his cock almost all the way out…just so he can ram it inside me again.
“HARDER!”
My head is leaning back, and I’m arching my back as his shaft massages my clit. Sweet mercy, I can't hold back. I’m going to come again.
An explosion of pleasure takes over my entire body. I scream out loud as an amazing rush of warmth take over my body in waves. My walls tighten around his cock as pleasure overtakes me.
Before I can even catch my breath, Todd begins to thrust harder. I can feel his cock pulsing as he explodes inside my completely ravaged pussy. Shots of cum are splashing deep inside me, dripping off my pussy to my thighs and finally, to the sheets.
I lay my body over his chest, both of us exhausted.
My heart is beating so fast. No wonder he has a reputation—he sure knows how to pleasure a woman in every possible way.
Finally, he pulls out and I roll to the side. He lays on his back next to me and holds my hand.
“That was…perfect…” I whisper, looking up to the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.
“It sure was,” he agrees, holding my hand tighter.
Todd
My reflection is smiling back at me. Doris from makeup is fussing over something amiss in her makeup kit.
“I had it yesterday, I swear I did,” she mutters to herself as her fingers swiftly move through the contents of a Mary Poppins type bag.
“Don’t stress, D,” I say and wink at her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to work your magic with me with whatever you’ve got in that magic bag of yours.”
She stops fussing and smiles at me over the tin square spectacles perched on the edge of her nose.
“Mr. Alexander,” she starts, and I interrupt her.
“How many times have I told you to call me Todd?”
“I can’t recall,” says Doris with her eastern European accent and goes back to what she was doing. She’s mumbling something in her own language.
“Lloyd, my man, what’s happenin’?” I hold my hand up for my hairstylist to give me a high five whilst Doris has finally found what she’s been looking for and is now busy applying something to my neck and face.
“T.” Lloyd slaps my hand. “Usual?”
I nod.
Briefly I recall our first attempt at working together and cringe inside. Was that really only a few weeks ago? Was I really an asshole, or was it just a bad hair day for me?
I shake my head. Move on, Todd.
“So, my friend, looking good,” says Lloyd and starts wetting my hair. “Doris,” he turns to my makeup artist. “Have you seen how our superstar here is looking fantastic today?”
Doris, like she does every day, ignores him, muttering in her mother tongue.
“Doris doesn’t share your opinion, my friend,” I needle Lloyd, who laughs.
“I mean, look at ya, man.” He takes a step backward. “There’s something different about you today. What is it? You using a different aftershave? Or a different soap?” He pauses and puts his index finger on his chin in pretend thought. “I know what it is. A woman. You’ve got the definite glow of having been with a woman.”
Instead of a reply, I just continue to smile. If I start denying the allegation, it will only fuel the fire. Best to stay silent.
“I’m right, huh?’ continues Lloyd, still working away on my hair.
“You are in my way,” Doris tells Lloyd when they both want to work on the same side of my head.
“I was here first,” Lloyd points out, and Doris snorts.
“Doris,” I say. I know just how to placate the woman. “I think it’s time for an espresso and one of your biscuits.”
Grumbling, Doris heads to the kitchenette.
I grin. I know Doris only makes those biscuits because I like them. First time she offered me one, I raved about how delicious they were, and ever since then, she brings an entire tin full of them. And they are divine.
“Here you go, Mr. Alexander.” Doris gives me my espresso and leaves the open tin of biscuits on my dresser.
“You can have some too,” she tells Lloyd, who’s smiling. “I take break so you can keep working.”
I laugh. Doris has a really good heart, and I’ve come to realize her gruff manner is just a way to hide her big soft heart.
I reckon the woman would walk through fire for people she cares about, and I know she cares about all of us. I heard she was the first one to comfort Lloyd after my explosive outburst and told him if he was to go she would go to.
A knock on the trailer door has all of us turn.
“Come in,” I call, wondering who it could be. Is Sophie going to pay me a visit?
Shit.
Emma walks in.
The atmosphere changes as if someone turned on the freeze button. Doris quickly puts the biscuit tin away, and Lloyd swallows.
“I need to speak to Todd,” Emma explains. Doris ignores her. Lloyd nods.
“Alone,” adds Emma. Her tone is about as icy as the temperature in the room since she walked in.
“We’ll just be five minutes,” replies Doris, and Emma just stares at them.
“What part of no is difficult for you to understand? Is it the n or the o?”
If it was up to me, Lloyd and Doris could stay. What could this woman have to say that my crew can’t hear?
I’m about to say so when Lloyd and Doris hurry outside.
“I won’t be long.” Emma shuts the door behind them. She comes toward me. I wish I had a weapon—well, not really, but I do feel a little vulnerable by myself in my makeup chair.
“So, Todd, darling,” she says, drawing a little circle on the back of my shoulder.
I’m about to say I’m not your darling when she continues.
“I’ve been speaking to Eric about my problem, and I think we’ve come to an arrangement. We struck a deal.”
Alarm bells start to ring faintly. Would Eric really speak to Emma about anything, let alone arrangements?
“And Eric has agreed that I stay on and Sophie stays in her current roles.”
I frown. Something doesn’t add up here, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
“Really? And what exactly is in it for you?”
As far as I can tell, there’s nothing different being proposed to what’s currently happening.
“I’m glad you asked…” Emma purrs, and her face is very near mine now, too close. I can’t stand her perfume. It’s sickly sweet and overpowering. “All you have to do is agree to have dinner with me.”
The faint alarm bells seem to ring louder. This sounds dodgy. Why would Eric agree to do a deal with Emma involving me?
“Afraid, Todd Alexander? Afraid of me? We’re only talking dinner, not a life commitment.”
What harm is there in a dinner? And maybe if I agree to this dinner, she’ll get off Sophie’s back.
Sophie. What would Sophie say about this? She doesn’t have to know, I guess.
Right. She’ll never know. And I’ll do it for Sophie.
My mind is made up.
“Okay.” I nod.
Sophie
My right hand shakes, and a tear rolls down my cheek. I turn away from the one I love and walk toward the door. I stop, turn toward him one last time before my feet keep moving.
Time to say goodbye to my old life and embrace a new one.
“Cut,” yells Mason, and everyone starts clapping and shouting with joy.
Filming has finished. The hard work is done.
“Great job.” Everyone is congratulating one another.
Strong hands grab me from behind and swirl me around.
Before I can say or do anything, Todd’s lips are crushing mine. He holds me close, and I don’t resist. I reciprocate, not caring about the fact that everyone who’s on set is watching.
My heart races and my knees turn to jelly. I wish he’d rip my clothes off here and now.
When he finally releases me, I’m breathing hard.
“Congratulations, Ms. Palmer.” He winks at me. “A job done to perfection.”
All around us, people are cheering.
“Speech, speech,” comes the shout from the crowd.
I feel tears in my eyes. It’s an awesome feeling to have finished this major production.
I clear my throat.
“Well,” I start and look around. Everyone’s smiling. “What can I say? A huge thank you to all of you. You have all done an amazing job, and you should all be so very proud of yourselves. I know I am. Everyone has gone above and beyond expectation, and I know the final product will be fanterrific.” I just made that word up. I think awesome is terribly overused.
Clapping, shouting, cheering.
“Like every project,we faced some difficulties, but it was great to see no one was defeated by adversity.”
Eric approaches and hands me an envelope. I raise my eyebrows, questioning him, but he just shrugs.
I turn the envelope over, and when I pull out the letter and see who it’s from, my heart stops beating for at least two or three seconds.
“What is it?” people around me mutter, and I try to compose myself.
I try and say something, but the words don’t want to come out. I clear my throat and try again.
“As I said,” the hubbub dies down as all eyes are on me. “You all did an amazing job. Some of you might say, ‘Of course the director would say that at the end of filming.’” I hold up my right hand with the letter in it. “But I have independent verification to back up my words.”
Everyone is hanging on each and every one of my words.
“This is a letter from the Oscars, congratulating us on a terrific film and indicating they expect it to be nominated not for one,” I pause briefly and close my eyes, “but for several categories.”
Everyone around me erupts in more applause and cheering. Todd punches the air and Mason hugs Alice. I feel as if I might burst with pride.
“Drinks all around,” calls Eric, and I hear the popping of a champagne cork. Someone hands me a plastic cup filled with champagne.
“To Sophie,” shouts Eric, Alice, and Mason.
Everyone raises their plastic cups.
“To all of you,” I hold up my own cup.
I relish the cool bubbles bouncing across my tongue. I wish Dad could see me.
My gaze moves across the faces of the people who have become my filming family for the last few months. When they reach Emma, I decide to go and speak to her.
“Well done, Emma.” I pat her on the back. “Great work.”
The woman looks me up and down but doesn’t smile. Her expression’s more akin to having eaten a sour lemon.
“Good luck with your next project and goodbye.”
I hold out my hand, but she doesn’t shake it. My heartbeat increases, and my elation is quashed just a little.
“Can you believe it?” Alice squeals into my left ear as she wraps her arms around me from behind.
We bounce up and down on the spot and act hysterically, like two girls at a rock concert.
“Can you believe it?” She grabs me by the arms and shakes me. “Possible Oscar nominations for more than one category?”
I nod.
“I bet you’ll be nominated for best director.” She grins from ear to ear.
“I don’t know.” Without meaning to, I find myself looking for Emma.
“Hey, Sophie.” Alice shakes me a little harder.
“Sorry.” I force myself to smile.
“Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about what that cow said to you.”
I laugh.
“Alice.” I pretend to sound serious.
“What?” Alice lifts her shoulders in total innocence. “Sometimes you gotta call it how it is.”
Before we can say anything else, Todd and Eric join us.
“Here comes trouble,” jokes Alice before she wraps her arms around her boyfriend.
Todd puts his arms around me. He looks me straight in the eyes.
“You okay?”
I nod. He furrows his brow and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“You sure?”
With a deep breath, I push self-doubt away and nod.
“Todd will probably get a nomination.” Alice is still talking about the Oscars and who will be nominated.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Eric chimes in. “We still have some postproduction work ahead of us.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“At least one of us has his head screwed on the right way.” I punch Eric in the arm.
“So…” Alice turns to me, shooting a sideways glance at Todd. “You going to make it to your own end of filming party later or…” she doesn’t finish her sentence, but there is a glint in her eyes.
Todd squeezes me a little tighter.
“Of course I’ll make it,” I assure her and watch her and Eric head off.
I turn to Todd.
“Great job,” he says and takes my face between his hands. His lips caress my face like the wings of butterflies.
His forehead rests on mine. I’m tempted to pull him to my trailer and rip his clothes off. The animal in me wants him right now, right here.
“Let’s go to the party,” he whispers.
I let out a soft, slow moan.
“We’ll have time later.”
Todd
My reflection should be a happy one, but instead it’s grim. Dark rings are under my eyes, reflecting the kind of night I’ve had. As I button up my long-sleeve shirt, I can’t shake a feeling of unease; it started to haunt me this morning.
With a sigh, I pull up my pants and turn away from the full-length mirror. Briefly I glance at the bed, a bed with so many happy memories.
We didn’t even make it to the party. I bet the whole crew partied the night away, but me and Sophie…well, we fucked the night away.
And it was amazing.
Over at my dresser, I rummage around for my cufflinks. I pull out an unfamiliar object. I peer at it and recognize it as one of Sophie’s opal earrings; she must have left them here.
I smile at the thought of Sophie leaving something of hers behind at my apartment.
The longer I look at the earring, the more aware I become that I’d like Sophie to be here more often…fuck, in fact, I’d like her to move in with me.
An alarm on the phone reminds me it’s time to get going. But shit, why is it that my feet are refusing to obey my commands? It is as if they’ve grown roots in my bedroom.
“Come on,” I tell myself, “how bad can it be?” If my gut is any indication, it’s going to be fucking awful.
The reasons as to why I agreed to this charade in the first place totally escape me. Because you are a fool, an inner voice whispers.
“Fucking bitch,” I mutter to myself and take the elevator to the ground floor.
Purposefully I stride out of the Eleganza and head to my toy, my Porsche. I put the pedal to the metal and roar off. May as well get this out of the way as quickly as I can.
Outside 66 Heaven Drive, I hesitate. Maybe I shouldn’t go through with it? Ah, but what’s the worst that’s going to happen?
A giant lump of some sort has taken up residence in my stomach. Fool, fool, fool. I should have talked this over with Sophie.
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br /> Sophie. Her lovely face comes into vision.
I smile. I remember why I’m doing this; it’s because of Sophie that I’m taking this cow Emma to this stupid Hollywood party. Last night it was all about the crew, but tonight it’s about the movie investors.
It’s a fancy party, not a storm of whisky and tequila on some dive bar.
Fuck, I knew entering a deal with Emma wasn’t a wise decision. I was supposed to have dinner with her, not bring her as my plus one to this party—one where it’ll be almost impossible to escape from Sophie’s gaze.
I tried to say no, but then the threats started. A few calls from her, and she’d kill the movie. And that’s just after we wrapped up shooting. Yeah, Emma’s one crazy bitch.
I leap out of the car and head up the driveway. Any other time I might have admired the elaborate and very green front lawn and garden, but not today. I’m not in the mood.
I press the doorbell once and wait.
The door opens instantly, as if she’s been waiting right near it.
“There you are, my gorgeous spunk,” says Emma and takes me by the shoulders. Before I can stop her, those blood-red lips kiss me on the cheeks.
I pull back and retrieve a handkerchief from the pocket of my trousers to wipe off any remaining lipstick. Heaven forbid Sophie sees it; she’ll jump to the wrong conclusions for sure.
“Ready?” I keep my voice cool and clipped.
Emma nods and links arms with me and follows me to my car. The lump in my stomach is doubling in size every step I take toward my Porsche.
Dutifully, I open the door for her but do not watch her slide into passenger seat. If it was Sophie, I would. I love the way she folds her legs under her and pulls down her skirt.
I slam my own door shut and floor it again. As I’m maneuvering my vehicle through the traffic, I’m grinding my teeth. Why isn’t Sophie here with me?
I can’t get rid of the words fool, fool, fool.
“I still can’t believe you would even consider sleeping with Sophie,” Emma starts, and I try hard to ignore her high-pitched dribble. “I mean, she’s not much to look at, and has the personality of a moose…and I can’t imagine she’d be very adventurous in the sex department.”
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