My Actress Girlfriend - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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The first light of dawn crept through the curtains as I stirred, half-asleep, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. Morning wood was nothing unusual, but the soft, teasing fingers wrapped around me sure as hell were.
I blinked my eyes open to find Sophia Laurent smirking up at me, her head resting against my chest like nothing had happened.
"Awake?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
I swallowed, my throat dry. "When did you get back?"
She ignored the question, her fingers still working slow circles, her intentions crystal clear. The fight from last night might as well have never happened.
Part of me wanted to shove her off, demand answers about those damn photos—but the rest of me was still a man. And when a woman like Sophia pressed herself against you, warm and willing, only an idiot would push her away.
So I didn't.
I pulled her closer, my hands sliding under the thin silk of her nightgown, tracing the curve of her hip. She melted into me, her breath hitching as I took control. The sight of her—bare skin, flushed cheeks, every perfect inch of her on display—was enough to make my pulse roar in my ears.
Then her legs locked around my waist, and any lingering thoughts of confrontation evaporated. It had been so long since she'd touched me like this, since she'd wanted me like this. The sudden shift from cold indifference to hungry desperation sent heat surging through me.
Questions still clawed at the back of my mind, but desire drowned them out. I flipped her beneath me, giving in to the fire between us.
Later, when I reached for her again, she pushed me away with a tired sigh, rolling over to bury herself in the sheets.
"Exhausting you all night, then satisfying you this morning…" she mumbled, already half-asleep. "I'm spent."
The words hit me like a bucket of ice water.
Exhausting me all night.
Not with me.
With them.
The realization twisted in my gut. She hadn't just slept with one investor—there'd been more. The casting couch wasn't just a rumor. She'd climbed right onto it.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, until sleep dragged me under again.
When I woke, the room was bathed in the dim orange glow of dusk. A single nap had swallowed the entire day.
The bed beside me was empty. Sophia was gone.
I dragged myself up, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. The dining room light was on, another meal waiting under a cloche. Another note.
Out tonight. Don't wait up.
I sank into a chair, lighting a cigarette with unsteady hands.
Something nagged at me—a memory, half-dreamed. My phone chiming. A message. A hotel address. A room number.
I checked my phone. Nothing.
If it wasn't a dream… then I must've grabbed Sophia's phone by mistake.
And that message?
It was her next rendezvous.
I blinked my eyes open to find Sophia Laurent smirking up at me, her head resting against my chest like nothing had happened.
"Awake?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
I swallowed, my throat dry. "When did you get back?"
She ignored the question, her fingers still working slow circles, her intentions crystal clear. The fight from last night might as well have never happened.
Part of me wanted to shove her off, demand answers about those damn photos—but the rest of me was still a man. And when a woman like Sophia pressed herself against you, warm and willing, only an idiot would push her away.
So I didn't.
I pulled her closer, my hands sliding under the thin silk of her nightgown, tracing the curve of her hip. She melted into me, her breath hitching as I took control. The sight of her—bare skin, flushed cheeks, every perfect inch of her on display—was enough to make my pulse roar in my ears.
Then her legs locked around my waist, and any lingering thoughts of confrontation evaporated. It had been so long since she'd touched me like this, since she'd wanted me like this. The sudden shift from cold indifference to hungry desperation sent heat surging through me.
Questions still clawed at the back of my mind, but desire drowned them out. I flipped her beneath me, giving in to the fire between us.
Later, when I reached for her again, she pushed me away with a tired sigh, rolling over to bury herself in the sheets.
"Exhausting you all night, then satisfying you this morning…" she mumbled, already half-asleep. "I'm spent."
The words hit me like a bucket of ice water.
Exhausting me all night.
Not with me.
With them.
The realization twisted in my gut. She hadn't just slept with one investor—there'd been more. The casting couch wasn't just a rumor. She'd climbed right onto it.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, until sleep dragged me under again.
When I woke, the room was bathed in the dim orange glow of dusk. A single nap had swallowed the entire day.
The bed beside me was empty. Sophia was gone.
I dragged myself up, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. The dining room light was on, another meal waiting under a cloche. Another note.
Out tonight. Don't wait up.
I sank into a chair, lighting a cigarette with unsteady hands.
Something nagged at me—a memory, half-dreamed. My phone chiming. A message. A hotel address. A room number.
I checked my phone. Nothing.
If it wasn't a dream… then I must've grabbed Sophia's phone by mistake.
And that message?
It was her next rendezvous.
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