My Actress Girlfriend - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The clothes dropped at my feet with a soft thud, and it hit me—these must belong to that desperate woman who'd clung to me last night.
I reached over and twisted the shower knob. The water cut off sharply, plunging the bathroom into heavy silence, broken only by Sophia's furious, uneven breaths.
"You owe me an explanation."
Her glare burned into me like she'd just caught me in bed with another woman. One wrong word, and I knew her palm would meet my cheek in a heartbeat.
But she was the one who'd betrayed me.
The memory of last night twisted in my gut—knowing she was in the same hotel, under some faceless man—and my anger flared. The accusation tore out of me before I could stop it.
"I was at the Grand Marquis last night."
Her expression flickered. Guilt.
So I twisted the knife. "In the penthouse."
She shifted, just slightly, but it was enough.
"You know how Vincent is," she said quickly. "Business meetings, beautiful company—crowded rooms. Maybe someone just... bumped into you."
Her focus had shifted—no longer accusing me, but scrambling to see how much I knew.
Then suddenly, she was against me, arms winding around my neck, lips crashing into mine.
"If you're going to be seeing Vincent often," she murmured between kisses, "I'd better keep you... thoroughly satisfied."
I knew this routine. After a night with her sponsors, she always "made it up to me" the next day with desperate, hungry sex.
The irony wasn't lost on me—I had those slimy producers to thank for keeping my bed warm.
But bitterness didn't stop my body from responding. The second her skin pressed against mine, heat shot straight south.
The cramped bathroom filled with the slick sounds of our bodies, gasps bouncing off the tiles until we were both spent.
After, I lit a cigarette, watching her under the shower spray.
Pink marks bloomed across her pale skin. Ours? Or left by someone else?
Maybe these post-"business meeting" sessions were just her way of overwriting another man's fingerprints.
I exhaled a slow stream of smoke, tracing her curves with my eyes until she turned, catching me.
"See something you like?" she purred, stepping closer. "Ready for round two?"
I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray.
"Last night. At the hotel." My voice was steel. "I saw you."
I reached over and twisted the shower knob. The water cut off sharply, plunging the bathroom into heavy silence, broken only by Sophia's furious, uneven breaths.
"You owe me an explanation."
Her glare burned into me like she'd just caught me in bed with another woman. One wrong word, and I knew her palm would meet my cheek in a heartbeat.
But she was the one who'd betrayed me.
The memory of last night twisted in my gut—knowing she was in the same hotel, under some faceless man—and my anger flared. The accusation tore out of me before I could stop it.
"I was at the Grand Marquis last night."
Her expression flickered. Guilt.
So I twisted the knife. "In the penthouse."
She shifted, just slightly, but it was enough.
"You know how Vincent is," she said quickly. "Business meetings, beautiful company—crowded rooms. Maybe someone just... bumped into you."
Her focus had shifted—no longer accusing me, but scrambling to see how much I knew.
Then suddenly, she was against me, arms winding around my neck, lips crashing into mine.
"If you're going to be seeing Vincent often," she murmured between kisses, "I'd better keep you... thoroughly satisfied."
I knew this routine. After a night with her sponsors, she always "made it up to me" the next day with desperate, hungry sex.
The irony wasn't lost on me—I had those slimy producers to thank for keeping my bed warm.
But bitterness didn't stop my body from responding. The second her skin pressed against mine, heat shot straight south.
The cramped bathroom filled with the slick sounds of our bodies, gasps bouncing off the tiles until we were both spent.
After, I lit a cigarette, watching her under the shower spray.
Pink marks bloomed across her pale skin. Ours? Or left by someone else?
Maybe these post-"business meeting" sessions were just her way of overwriting another man's fingerprints.
I exhaled a slow stream of smoke, tracing her curves with my eyes until she turned, catching me.
"See something you like?" she purred, stepping closer. "Ready for round two?"
I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray.
"Last night. At the hotel." My voice was steel. "I saw you."
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