Page 14 of Acting For Daddy

I need to go.

Without glancing at the man, I fix my bra and look around for where he dropped my panties. I pull them on, wincing at the soreness when I do so. Okay, so maybe I should have asked Alex to be gentle with me instead of begging for him to be rough to me. In all fairness, it felt good at the time.

Still does.

The song is still playing when I crawl to the edge of the bed and reach down to grab my shirt from where I dropped it before shrugging it on. I climb off the bed to leave when a hand closes around my wrist and I feel the man follow me out of the bed as well.

“Angel–”

“I’m fine.” I will be. “We got a little carried away, didn’t we?” I flash him a smile I don’t feel before quickly turning away.

“Mina–”

“I’ll see you tomorrow for the shoot.” That is if I’m not fired for sleeping with the rockstar. My eyes shift to the spot I just got deflowered and I wince at the red spots. Everyone will know what just happened here and although LA is a huge city, the entertainment industry… not so much. “Everyone will know.”

“Mina!” I don’t even realize Alex had moved until his hands are on my shoulder and holding me tightly, forcing my gaze on his. “I will take care of everything, Angel. No one will know what happened here and if someone did hear us, I will make sure it never gets out if that’s what you want.”

Don’t fall for him, Mina.

But God, he’s making it so hard for me to not fall deeper in love with him. When he touches me the way he does and fixes those beautiful blue eyes on me, I forget how to breathe. My eyes drop to his lips and… I want to feel them on me once more.

I want his breath to mingle with mine when he kisses me. This time, I will let him take it slow with me. I want to give him everything. Who knows when I’ll get the chance to be close to this man again?

Take it. Take me.

It’s at the tip of my lips and I see him lean down to kiss me, his breath coming in short, needy pants like mine. He’s so close. I can feel his breath against mine and his lips barely graze mine.

So hot.

It’s forbidden and I want it – him.

Snap out of it, Mina!

“God,” I breathe, palming his massive chest as I close my eyes, forcing in deep breaths except the man is so close that I end up inhaling his deeply intoxicating scent. Warm and masculine. I stop myself from caressing his firm pecs and shove back from his dominating presence. I can’t do this. “I need to go.”

“Angel,” he says thickly, taking a step forward but I take one back. “Let me take care of you. My house–”

“Please let me go,” I whisper brokenly. I need a moment to gather my thoughts on what happened today, and I cannot do that around Alex Adams. “Please.”

I can see it in his eyes – his unwillingness to let me go, but I can’t be here. I can’t be around him. Not when my skin… my heart still carries the memories of his touch. I have felt him in intimate places I never dared explore alone and now, I know what his lips taste like. I know what his tongue feels like pressed against my most intimate parts. I’ve had my arms wrapped around him as he worked his thickness in and out of me, teasing pleasure points I had no idea existed.

I need a moment.

Alex takes a step back and nods, allowing me to slip into my shoes and run away. I have no idea how I manage to get to the changing room. I barely register the people in the room as I rush to change into my clothes and then I rush out of the very studio I was excited to walk in to this afternoon.

No one spares a glance my way as I walk to the exit. A part of me is terrified that the entire studio knows about Alex and me, but barely anyone glances my way.

Somehow, I make it out and I am already looking for a taxi to take me home. I could use a hot bath and some cheap wine. Just a little to make me feel better about the day I’ve had but not too much that I’ll have a hangover tomorrow when I show up. If I show up.

“Mina!” I turn around and hear Sheila’s unmistakable voice call out to me. My brows draw in confusion when I spot my friend parked on the other side of the road, waving for me to join her. I cross over to her confused to see her here of all places.

“Sheila, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean, you texted me this address and told me to pick you up at six.”

“I did?” Fuck, I actually did. I was so excited on the taxi ride here and remember vaguely texting her the location.

“Get in,” she says, popping gum with a loud snap before slipping into the driver’s seat. I climb in and close the door after me, turning to my best friend before she can start the car. Her eyes narrow on mine when she notices I have something to say. “What?”