1 Pilot

For Pepper Chantara Pongsak, it was tough working at an entertainment company--as a smaller company, they didn't have that many employees. Therefore, everyone knew everyone's business. It was hard to keep secrets around the company, especially with there being a no dating policy to be upheld no matter what position an employee held—the son of the company CEO, model, and actor— who was one of the biggest superstars in Thailand and possibly Asia.

And more importantly.

He worked very, very hard.

Beginning as a child star at the age of seven starring in an advertisement for children's school uniforms, he seemed to captivate the hearts of citizens. Now at twenty-three, he was one of the most recognizable faces in both real life and online. He had also formed a boyband with his three childhood friends, 'BROTHER BROTHER'.

And he was her boyfriend.

Of course, Pepper had her chest puffed up like a proud peacock. She was past her twenties and well into her thirties, and wasn't interested in dating until Film flirted with her. She was a single weed--not even a flower. Although she felt comfortable with the reality of not being anyone's other half, her mother was concerned.

Her daughter had seen her marriage fail and was afraid that why she wouldn't get a grandchild in the future.

However, that changed when she met Film Sunan Metharom.

"Film, are you having fun?"

"Nothing, I'm just admiring my cute girlfriend."

Pepper laughs, fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. He loves to say embarrassing things—he doesn't exactly have a filter, at least around her he didn't. She continues to speak with a frustrated tone.

"I'm trying to wear your spare shirt as a cover-up. Gosh, I think this is too small for me."

"Eh? You know, we could just stay here, Mrs. Metharom." His deep voice warmed her skin up to a soft, russet flush. At her age, blushing about things was silly. Was the young man in front of her? Ah, he made her feel like a girl in love.

"Mrs. Metharom? We're not married, silly." She replied, continuing to struggle with the shirt on her. Seeing her frustration, he chuckles, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Do you hate being called it, then?" He asks, staring at her with those cool, dark brown eyes that Pepper had come to love. He glances into hers, coming close--close enough that his breath cooly rests against her cheek.

"Of course not. I adore it." 'Not even that, I'm actually screaming inside with joy,' She adds quietly in her thoughts. Every time he looked at her in such a loving way, she felt something stir deep inside her.

That was another thing: Why, why was this man so handsome?

Film seemed to exude it.

Especially in moments where he's caught off guard, he's guaranteed to make any girl swoon. Maybe it's because he's been a celebrity for so long, that he had appeal he couldn't turn off. It affected her, a lot.

It made her jealous whenever he'd use that whenever he worked but when he used it on her?

She couldn't stay mad at him for anything he did.

"Hmmm. You know, although it's too small, I didn't think you'd look so cute in my shirt. Are you trying to turn me on, Pepper?" Pepper glanced down the shirt. They had a company gathering celebrating its thirtieth anniversary—she had bumped into a newcomer that spilled wine all over her blouse. Although knowing the attitudes of the women at their office when it came to Film Metharom, it might have been on purpose.

On paper they were just a former manager and a former talent that remained close friends to the public and their peers—however, he was to everyone, the bachelor that every girl wanted as their boyfriend.

They decided to stop by his apartment since her house was too far from the venue.

"Please, we have an event to go back to. No matter how 'cute' it is, it probably won't fit. I don't see why I saw myself fitting a medium..."

"It's fine. We can just take an early leave." Film replies, laughing at her frustrated expression before kissing her lightly on the lips. Aroused, she felt herself kissing him back, only slightly rougher. Satisfied with her reaction, his hands slowly make their way down to her large, ample bottom.

She lets out a soft, audible gasp.

"We have to get back to the dinner. They'll notice we're gone."

"And? Like I'd want you to be at a dinner where all the men are all trying to get you drunk so they can take you to some shady hotel? I'd rather chew on glass than let that happen. Don't worry about our absence from the party, no one will notice. It's alright, I've got you." Film whispered to her, cupping her cheek with three fingers. His eyes watch her sultry expression, taking it in. Releasing a strangled groan from the back of his throat, he began to touch her once more.

For Film, he'd been in love with Pepper since he was nineteen when she became his manager,

It's been four years since they'd been together and the sight of her still seemed to make his heart race.

'She's so cute,' he thought to himself the day they met.

She was so adorable and the fact that she loved him was the cherry on top. She sincerely loved him and made him happy.

Pepper eagerly takes his finger into her mouth--she locked eyes with him, pleading for him to take it further. All-day, she thought about his touch, being close to him, and basking in his love. She wanted to be touched by him--every brush of their hands, bumping hips in the elevator, being close enough to smell his cologne and sweat. It drove her crazy every day--the simple sweetness of his smell, the softness of his lips...how gentle he is.

"Please..." she stammers, clutching the spot and touching it with a warm, fuzzy tenderness.

"I've been waiting all day for this," Pepper murmurs to herself--while Film whispers, "Why can't I make it so it's only us in this building, hmm? I should exercise my powers more often," he questions, drawing fingers against her wet silt as her panties start to soak. Her mind swam, her knees buckled, her legs felt like jelly.

"Don't you know seeing you all day without being able to hold you drove me crazy? You've got me begging for a taste."

A blush fell against her cheeks like rose petals as her embarrassment built up inside of her seeped out. His husky breath becomes heavy as he uses his free hand to rub his thumb against her sensitive clit.

"It's so pretty and plump, it's so wet...did you like my touch that much? You keep shaking your hips and your breath is heavy. Shit, it's so chubby, isn't it? Your plump pussy. I want to fuck you so bad." Film whispers softly, grinding himself against her wet mound, her cries resounding louder. His plump mouth finds her hot, vulnerable ear playing with the small hoop earrings she wore. Pepper grabs his head and locks lips with him. His dick pulsed, sliding against her dripping center from the restraints of his black slacks.

"Can you feel it? Pepper. It's throbbing so hard...hey, don't be so surprised. You've made me feel like this. You're so adorable that it turns me on. I want to make long, sweet love to you...but I'll only fuck your thighs for now."

Pepper's knees begin to buckle as the rigid muscles of his stomach rubs against her back--Film begins thrusting more vigorously.

"Nngh!" Her hands grip the desk behind her—her thighs tighten around his swollen cock. Film'senveloping him into a deep, rough kiss.

"Ah, your thighs feel so much good. Oh? It feels good? Good, I'm going to go faster." She nods, yelping in pleasure as his pace quickens. Renee finds herself close to climaxing, and she was sure Film was as well.

"You're the one I want, the one I need. Sometimes I want to make it so that we're the only ones in the universe. Ah, are you scared? I'm sorry, but I love you...please understand my feelings. Please don't look at other men. What if you showed them how you looked right now? That can't happen, it can't. Ah, shit, shit. I'm close to coming. Haahaa, haaaaa. Can I come inside? I want to fill you inside and imprint myself inside you." His dick begins to quiver, she nods. He lifted up one of her legs as he plunged himself inside her, her legs begin to lose strength as Film thrusts erratically.

"Film--Ah!" She screamed, shaking as he felt closer to coming.

Her belly felt warm, her thighs felt sticky from cum dripping down.

A mess.

He left her a complete mess.

Panting, she glances over at Film. He was grinning.

"Pepper."

Film was still hard, on his knees staring at Pepper as she went about looking for tissues to clean the mess he made of her thighs.

A dog.

He was a dog, a horny dog.

"What is it?"

"Gosh, are you fucking serious? And you're still hard because?" Pepper asks with a tease. He only blushes, the heat spreading on his skin. She laughs, thinking something fun to do.

"It's because I haven't gotten my fill of you yet. May I," Film begins, kissing a stocking-covered foot of hers, slowly taking it off as he rested obediently on his knees.

"--devour you?"

As she nods, he rises to his feet, panting softly. His fingers enter her, rubbing her deep inside. Pepper feels him lap against her sweaty skin, his lips grazing against her lips.

His eyes graze over her, feeling immensely tender.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, my sweet Pepper."