II. Do you trust me?

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He rest his lips against hers and kisses her passionately.

They go on and on and Kim digs her nails into his flesh when she feels his hand trace circles on her nipple.

Kim: (Moans) Chris.

Her bra is unbuttoned but still stucked against her breasts. Moreover her bra is so light. She can feel every sensation from his thumb.

Myla didn't see this coming. She read the script but couldn't imagine Jamal would get this far.

She tries to make eye contact with him but everytime she opens her eyes, they close back at the feel he's provoking in her.

This is not acting anymore. It's real! He sucks on her skin and gets to her bra. He plans a kiss on her circle and she feels his breath making it worse.

Then . . . something happens. She gasps loudly when his groin press against her entry.

She forces to open her eyes and he sends his index over her bare skin, caressing the aroused buds on her chest.

She becomes nearer to being blackout.

Kim: Ja-

Myla remembers he's Chris now and not Jamal. She swallows her words.

Upon this his groin is rubbing over her clit. She's wearing panties but it's still super bold.

She moans as he goes up and down. He's making her cum for real. She can feel her entry damp.

Nevertheless Jamal doesn't expose her chest but underneath the sheet he's making the abominable.

She tries to control her moans as they are being so real for her understanding.

Chris: (Whispers) Don't. Don't control it. I wanna hear you.

Her eyes are barely open but she can see his golden orbits. They are stormy. And she knows that statement wasn't for Kim. It was for her.

That was Jamal. He's doing this for real. Her emotions transport her into another realm.

His hands haven't left her nipples. And he's still living hickeys everywhere. They're driving her crazy. She's gonna die with this feelings.

She can't control herself even if she wanted to. She wraps her legs over his waist and pushes herself against his groin.

Her hold on him fastens as she scratches his back. She brings her hands on his six packages. They are firm and sexy over her hold.

It's so natural and god-like. He's a god. She moans again as she climb up towards her climax.

It's coming so strongly. His lips stop marking her skin but his hands doesn't cease from robbing her nipples and cupping her breasts.

He brings his gaze down to look into her eyes. She's also staring back and he mouths.

Chris: Cum for me.

Then he whispers just to her hearing. “I'm sorry.”

Tears slip down her cheeks and he brings his lips to hers and deepens their emotions. His tongue ruling all the corners of her mouth and sucking in her aroma.

If he could do this for real like being in her, then he's not sure she'd contain it.

Because he eagerly needs her for himself. And NO ONE ELSE.

He pushes against her entry again and again and her climax hits her so hard that he feels her nails broke against his flesh.

She let out her loudest moan and he groans in response after feeling himself cum.

She sinks and he falls with his back on her side.

Their bodies are so wet like they hard real intimacy. But only they know what just transpired.

“Cut!”

Myla is so weak as she tries to compose her breath. Jamal turns to look at her; his eyes showcasing remorse for what he did to her.

Myla deeply wants him too but . . . she wasn't expecting him to do this on Camera.

She's on the brick of tears. It feels so unfair. Like how did she arrive here?

She feels his gaze on her but doesn't look back. She can't support his eyes after what happened.

She feels embarrassed. Like the world just ended without her completing her task.

Her eyes are stuck to the sealing as she struggles to swallow her hurt. She needs to get out of here. Right now.

Jamal gives up in trying to seek her attention. He jerks from next to her and walks out of the room. He feels so responsible. He knows he crossed borders but he couldn't control himself anymore.

And by the way he was pressured by that . . . man Ed.

All the men leave the chamber and Myla wraps herself up and runs to the bathroom.

As soon as she's out of side she locks herself up and screams.

She leans against the door and slowly stoops down and buries her head in-between her knees.

She weeps bitterly; tightening her grip against the sheet clothing her.

This isn't the type of person she wants to be behind the scene. But that's what life holds for her.

She can't understand why she have all these talents. She can't continue like this. She can't let a man touch her to that extent. Not when she's not bonded to him.

And not on Camera. It's all her fault. If she didn't let him exercise kisses on her yesterday, he wouldn't have had the courage to disrespect her.

Her eyes are swollen and her nose is filled. She wakes up and tries to look at her complexion through the mirror.

She sees her skin marked everywhere. His lips telling her . . . she belongs to him.

Understanding hit her at once. He said that last time. He meant it. He wasn't just teaching her. He was exploring her.

She burst out weeping again and turns her face from the mirror. She runs into the shower and turns it on to clean herself up. Hoping the hickeys leave.

He was right. She's no naive! So, so, so NAIVE!

‘Do you trust me?’

His words replay into her thoughts.

‘I'm sorry’

She couldn't understand a thing. Her head was so not functions at the moment.

...

'The wedded stranger' is coming to an end. Myla is not seen close to Jamal because she has been kidnapped in the movie.

She's happy that she has some space for herself. And won't bother wearing overly long dresses to hide the marks he tattooed on her skin.

She spends most time in the studio and refused singing eroticism with anybody. That's not her style of songs.

Besides it'd only make her think so much about what Jamal did to her on screen.

She's trying to forget it. But she can't. It comes stronger each day. And he's too busy now for her to approach him.

As if she plans on doing that. She doesn't want to talk about it but something keep pressuring her to do so.

After all she can't continue this way forever. In this space of time they haven't been together she misses him a lot.

That same feeling she felt when they first separated. That hurt in heart is back in a hundred fold. Maybe this time around it'd take her to her early grave.

Today, the movie ends and they'd leave this house as soon as possible.

It's been a prison since she stopped having communication with Jamal. She can't wait to be free.

She rounds up with her songs and goes to her room. She'd get so close to Jamal in today's scene.

Kim is pregnant and Chris will fine out when trying to safe her and everyone involved in the fight.

Tasha will die because of her jealousy so that's what she read from the script.

She walks out of her room and meets the other cast.

She sees Jamal seated amongst them. Some artists try to makeup his face for the wounds and gun shorts.

And suddenly he sees her too through the mirror and she looks away.

She seats on a chair for her own make-up artist to work on her. And she's just next to Jamal.

...

“'The wedded stranger' is out now!” A journalist announces.

Kim: (Screams) Chris!

Chris falls on his knees and Kim runs to him. He's bleeding from a bullet in his flesh.

Kim: Somebody help!

The police comes in and searches all the corners of the shattered house.

Anne: Baby.

Chris' mom stoops to look at her son.

Kim: Mom. We need to help him.

Kim has been crying and screaming for hours.

Anne: Oh Sweetheart he's going to be fine. The ambulance is here. Don't stress yourself. You know it's not good for you.

Mrs. Anne hugs Kim to stop from crying.

Kim: (Sobbing) Chris wake up. Our baby needs you.

Some men come to carry Jamal to a bus and Kim passes out.

Anne: Kim?

Mrs. Anne tries to wake her up but she doesn't move. The men takes her along into the same bus as her husband's.

*In the hospital*

Chris wakes up to see his mom seated close to his bed side.

Chris: Mom?

She bulges away and holds her son.

Anne: Thank goodness you're awake.

She groans as he struggles to wake up.

Chris: Where's my wife?

She gives him a reassuring smile.

Anne: She's with her mom. In another room.

Chris: What happened to her?

Anne: She passed out. But she's doing fine now. And the baby . . . is also good. The doctor said she needs a lot of rest.”

Chris ruminates on the times she screamed and cried for him to wake up then says.

Chris: I want to see her.

Myla watches the movie trailer of their project at home. She ended up not discussing about everything that happened.

She hopes it's for the best.

“You have an interview in an hour. Get dressed.” Ms. Grayson tells but she doesn't respond.

The woman sighs and walks to her. “You've been weird since your return. What did Jamal do to you?”

“Nothing. He confessed his love to me but . . . I couldn't do the same.”

Ms. Grayson is speechless.

“He did what? Have there been so much going on between both of you behind the scene? I saw the videos on social media. You still haven't told me what happened between you and Shae. And I don't know what else to believe because you hide everything from me.”

Myla brings her gaze to her Manager. “I'm sorry. It's just that . . . I don't know what to do.”

“Let's get this clear. You have to tell me everything that happened in and out of the scenes. Including why you drove Shae away. Because when you get out on the red carpet they'd ask you the same questions and you must respond to them.”

Myla stares at her for more than a second and nods. “Ok. I'd tell you everything.”

To be continued...