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FORD
Apparently, my spank session earlier wasn’t enough to quench the raging inferno of lust inside of me. Once we go our separate ways and I’m back in my suite, I head straight for the enormous walk-in shower. Jesus, how the hell am I going to make it through a shoot working with this woman?
I toss and turn all night, alternating between nightmare and fantasy. Immediately after I close my eyes, I’m behind the wheel on that tragic night being chased down by a ruthless paparazzo. When I wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounds wildly beneath my chest.
As I drift back to sleep, visions of Ivy fill my dreams. Her glossy red lips are wrapped around my cock as I drive deep into her throat. She sputters and gags on my length until I convince her to relax and take all of me. God, fucking her mouth is heaven. As I’m about to fill her mouth, I wake up.
Son of a bitch.
This continues for the rest of the night until I awake to my alarm blaring loudly next to my ear.
Filming doesn’t start for a few more days, but I need to tell Nolan what happened last night. There’s no way Jacob Taylor will be within ten feet of Ivy. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure he doesn’t have a chance to get anywhere near her, especially if he wants to continue breathing for the foreseeable future.
When I spot Nolan pacing around the lobby, I quickly head in his direction.
“Hey, man. We have to talk.”
He holds his hand up. “You’d better not be backing out. I’ll sue your ass.”
“I’m not backing out, but you have a problem with one of your stars.”
“Let me guess. Jacob Taylor.”
His mouth forms a thin line. Jacob Taylor is money in the bank, and we both know it.
“Just ‘cause he’s prettier doesn’t mean he has a bigger dick.”
“I probably stopped him from drugging your new makeup artist last night,” I say bluntly.
His mouth drops. “What did you just say?”
“After you left, I went back down to the bar, and it wasn’t good.”
I reiterate everything that happened last night. When I finish, he runs a hand over his face.
“You have to either fire him or keep him away from her,” I tell him.
“I can’t fire him. The studio gave me the green light for this film because of him. He’s the reason we’re all here.”
He must see the smoke coming out of my ears.
“Don’t worry about your girl, though, Ford. She’s a special effects makeup artist. She’ll be running those pretty little hands all over your gorgeous body.”
I suppress a groan. By the time I’m done filming this movie, my dick will be raw from jacking off three to four times a day.
He glances at his watch.
“Y“Now put your game face on. You’re late,” he tells me matter-of-factly.
“For what?”
“Table read. Let’s go, lover boy.”
He signals for me to get moving. Nolan hates when shooting gets off-schedule.
The rest of the day runs smoothly, but I have to put on the act of my career to hide my hatred for Jacob Taylor. Rumors fly in Hollywood so often about celebrities that sometimes it’s hard to tell fact from fiction.
Jacob Taylor’s name has been on the lips of everyone in the industry recently. Although I haven’t been on set for the past few years, I’ve heard them all. I ignored the gossip, not because I hate it, but because I wasn’t interested. I didn’t think our paths would ever cross.
