As the kiss ends, we turn back to the hungry crowd. I can see Miles’ face twisted in anger, but I don’t care. I’ll be getting him fired tomorrow anyway. He made a big mistake trying to mess with me and my woman.
“This is my girlfriend, Skye,” I growl at the cameras. “She’s mine. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. We’re happy together. And now, we’d like to go home.”
I sweep her up into my arms and she giggles as she gazes into my eyes. I carry her down the trailer steps, watching the paparazzi swarm around us like buzzing flies, but we’re only looking at one another. I take her back to my car and get her settled in the passenger seat. Then I stick my middle finger up at the paparazzi and drive us away. With my hand on Skye’s leg and the open road ahead of us, I know that everything is going to be perfect.
No one can ruin what we have.
Epilogue
Three weeks later…
Skye
“And...cut!”
The crew applauds as Brody and I finish our scene with a flourish. We’ve just finished filming our first romance scene, and I can tell by the reaction of the crew that we nailed it. After all, the chemistry between us is insane. There was no way we were going to mess this up.
“Amazing!” the director calls out to us, joining in the applause. “You guys nailed it. We won’t need to shoot that again, for sure.”
“Really?” Brody asks, snaking his arms around me until his hands find my ass, pulling me into his body. “Because I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
I giggle. It was a little strange performing such a saucy scene in front of everyone, but I just imagined that Brody and I were alone in our bedroom, and the rest of the world melted away. It almost made me take things way too far…
Ever since I got the job as Brody’s leading lady, everything has changed for the better. I’m no longer just the runner girl with a deadline before I have to go home. Now, I’m an actress for real. This is my dream come true, though not as much as being with Brody.
I’ve loved every second of the past few weeks. Taking a pregnancy test for the first time and celebrating with Brody when I tested positive. My first days on set, reading over scripts and getting to perform with Brody for the first time. Heading home after long days on set and making love to Brody all night long. I’m exhausted, but in the best possible way. This is exactly how it feels to be living out my dreams.
“No redos necessary. You two are perfect,” the director says with a big grin. “You two should rest up and head home. We have a few small scenes to shoot with the villains, so we shouldn’t need you until tomorrow. Good work, both of you!”
Brody keeps his hand on my ass as we walk back to his car. I don’t even mind him touching me like this in public. I want everyone to know I belong to him, that I’m his forever. Sometimes, I catch guys looking at me lustfully, or see women eyeing Brody up in jealousy, but I don’t care about them. It’s just me and Brody against the world now.
“Shall we go out for dinner?” Brody asks me as we settle into the car. “I feel like I never get to take you out.”
“You don’t need to take me out,” I murmur to him. “I’m not interested in going anywhere. I just want to be in bed with you.”
“Well, at least we’re on the same page there,” he growls, leaning across to kiss me. I feel the familiar rush of lust taking over my body. Brody and I have been at it like animals, having sex at every opportunity. We’ve had plenty of saucy sessions in his trailer, reliving the pleasure of our first night together, but we’ve made love almost everywhere. Onset after everyone else has left, we indulge in some role play occasionally, or at home, we make love in front of the cameras like true actors. The sex just seems to get better and better, though I didn’t imagine that it was even possible for that to happen. Brody knows exactly how to worship my body, and I’m learning all the time how to be the perfect lover to him. He’s taught me exactly how to touch him, how to pleasure him with my mouth, how to perform positions I’ve only ever dreamed of. My pussy is wet just at the thought of what we’ll do when we get home.
Brody lives outside of the city in a huge house, protected by large metal gates and hedges that hide us from the rest of the world. That’s why, the second we get out of the car, he starts stripping me of my clothes. There’s no one here to see us, but it feels so daring anyway. Leaving a pile of discarded clothes on the driveway, he lifts me up in his arms and carries me inside.