Page 2 of Acting For Daddy
“I’ve wanted to be an actress forever and I hope to be selected for your project–”
I want to see that mouth part in more than a smile when I run my fingers over her body. Those eyes will graze over when I slam my cock into her tightness. My name on the angel’s lips as I take her on this very couch, in front of the fireplace.
Mine!
I hit replay, clutching hard on the table as I fuck my fist, eyes locked on the angel that seems to have woken something possessive inside of me. Something dark and dangerous. Her voice washes over me as I stroke my cock faster, the will to stop in tatters.
I can’t stop to save my life–
Mine!
All I know is her name and hobbies… and the way she makes me feel. I need to have her! In my music video, in my bed, I need her in this very house. I want to take her on every surface, worship her body until those pretty eyes see nothing but me.
Until her heart beats for only me.
I hit the replay button once more when the video ends. Stroking my cock violently with my eyes locked on the beauty until I feel a familiar tingle at the base of my spine. My hand moves faster and it’s her name on my lips when the muscles of my abdomen tense up. I come with a roar and I grip the table hard as violent jerks rock me forward and spray my fist. I even get some on the computer screen and on the face of the pretty girl staring back at me before I slump back on the couch. My breath comes in short pants as I watch the video come to an end. With what little strength I can muster, I reach forward and hit the replay button.
“Hello, my name is Mina Hendricks. I’m twenty-one years old, originally from Texas but I now live in LA. A little about me, I love acting and singing although I can’t hold a note to save my life,” There’s that sound again. Light and airy when she giggles. A slight flush climbs up her cheeks which are now stained with my come. “I love cooking too but acting is my real passion. I’ve wanted to be an actress forever and I hope to be selected for your project. Thanks.”
As her voice trails over, I don’t replay her video. Instead, I turn off the computer, my mind already made up.
Mina Hendricks is who I want in my music video and in my life.
I will make her mine!
Chapter One
Mina
“He’s watching you again!”
I knit my brows in concertation as I focus on the drink I am preparing but a rough tap on my shoulder sends me spilling whiskey on the counter. My eyes widen with alarm, reaching blindly for the napkins and patting the mess before our demon of a manager spots it and decides to dock our pay. I dispose of the napkins before turning to my best friend with a scowl.
“Sheila, what the heck!”
She ignores my narrowed eyes and grabs my shoulder, spinning me around so I am staring at the lounge where customers are gathered. “Do you see him?” she whispers.
“See who?” I ask, squinting my eyes at no one in particular.
“The guy seated by the door,” she points out. “He’s dressed in all black and has been watching you all week. He’s wearing a black cap and sunglasses. You see him, right?”
I roll my eyes at her. For the past week, Sheila has been convinced that I have a stalker or something equally crazy. I work as cocktail a waitress and my best friend is a mixologist in this bar, so we receive our fair amounts of attention. In a sea of half-drunk men, we have creeps who come in here looking to hook up with the girls and weirdos who just come in to stare. The latter is more popular in this establishment. As long as they don’t touch us, we don’t bother with them.
“I don’t have a stalker, Sheila,” I assure her, gently nudging her away so I can get back to preparing the whiskey sour she was supposed to be teaching me how to make.
“I’m serious, Mina. I know we have creeps that come here to hit on you – us – but he is different. He sits in the same spot with his black cap and sunglasses. He always orders a cocktail but never actually drinks it and his eyes are always on you.”
I smile, biting back the urge to point out that she is doing the exact thing she’s accusing the man of. Even so, I humor her and look up, following her gaze to the man seated on the spot close to the exit. He is, in fact, dressed in all black with sunglasses that hide his eyes. The drink in front of him sits untouched and I squint my eyes, suddenly curious about him. There is little visible about the man other than his massive frame, but something about him feels… familiar.
Even with the sunglasses on, I can feel his gaze on me and it’s almost like a caress. Perhaps I have little to no self-preservation like Sheila claims, but nothing about the man’s attention feels threatening. It doesn’t make my skin crawl like other men here do. In fact, it feels like a warm embrace.
He doesn’t look away when I catch him staring. Maybe he is someone I have met before but surely calling him a stalker would be a stretch, right?
I shake my head as if to shake off the thought. Christ, Sheila’s paranoia is rubbing off on me.
“Ignore him,” I tell my friend, shaking my head at the insanity of it all.
My best friend leans on the counter and shifts her attention to me. “He’s probably staring at you because you remind him of a certain actress.”