II. Say one more word and I'd make you breathless.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS OVERLY ROMANTIC. AND COULD CAUSE YOU . . . LOVE TRAUMA. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING AND HAPPY READ!!

She blinks her eyes. “Jamal . . .”

He pecks her lips. Her eyes freez and her hold on him tightens.

“Say one more word and I'd make you breathless.”

Another deep moment of silence. She can't grimance away from his intimidating eyes.

Her breath has already been taken away. This was just a peck. Just a peck and nothing else but she feels . . . drunk.

He clicks his tumb and index finger together. “Enough of the hallucinations."

She returns to earth.

“Lets get this started should we?”

She nods and runs out to collect her shampoo.

She returns and walks in without knocking to see Jamal's back facing her. His hand towards the toilet pot. 'He's peeing'

Her eyes bulge out again and she turns around to face the door. “I'm so sorry.”

He laughs and finishes up.

“I'm done. You can turn around.”

She hesitates and turns around. “Watch your hands.”

He giggles. “Okay I will.”

He watches his hands and she still feels frightened.

“Come here.”

She nods and walks gently. She stands a few feet away to face him. He hauls her towards him when she looses focus.

“You didn't see anything did you?”

She screams to get out of his grip. And he laughs again.

“I watched my hands Myla stop being naughty.”

“Arrggh!”

His throaty sound feels the entire room. And his grip on her fastens as he places her in-between his arms. She becomes caged and decides surrenders. He deepens her head into the toilet sink, opens the tap and let water flow on her hair.

He takes up the shampoo she came with and pours it on her hair.

She can't stop imagining him holding his manhood and touching her upon it.

Those thoughts are so strong. Geez!

He starts massaging her scalp and slowly the memories fade away.

“Naughty girl.” he says.

She laughs knowing what he meant. She sprinkles water from the rushing tap unto his face and he shifts back.

He wipes it off and comes back to her. He bends and whispers to her ear.

“You asked for this.”

Before she comprehends what he meant, his pins her hands on either side of the counter and shifts the tap to rush on her whole head.

She breaths out for air. And he lets her go. She stands upright to maintain her breathing. Her hands trying to wipe of the water rushing down her shirt making it soaked.

When her eyes threaten to see a little clearer she tries to turn around but Jamal pins her against the counter and uses a towel to dry her hair.

Each time she tries to speak he wipes her face with the towel. “Shut it . . . Naughty girl.”

When her hair becomes dry he takes the thick cloth away. She sees her complexion through the mirror.

She looks white. Like a ghost. Myla laughs at her imaginations but Jamal keeps staring at her shirt. She notices and follows his gaze on her nipples which are printed out.

She ceases the towel from him and wraps around herself. ‘Why does this always happen?’

He looks away and brushes the brim of his nose. “You need some cosmetics.”

“Yeah. I look frightful.” she tries to forget about what happened just now by refocusing her gaze on the mirror; trying to brush her hair. But he can't.

“We needed to rehearse?” she reminds him.

“I think we'd do just great on set.”

She frowns and stares at him through the mirror. “No, I don't. I think there's a lot I don't know about.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Oh really?”

“Oh Yeah.”

“Are you sure you'd want me to teach you?”

Her brows comes together in confusion. “Yeah? Is there something wrong?”

His face becomes stern and he matches towards her. His hands find her hips.

The comb she holds falls from her grip and into the sink.

“Absolutely not.” he responds.

She gulps and he robes his hands over her hips and up to her waist. She shivers. He pauses for a second then continue riding his hands above until it brushes against her hardened buds.

She shuts her eyes and flops her head backwards, against his breast plate.

He stoops his head and brushes his lips against her cleavage, then straight up to her neck, living light kisses within every inche.

She chews hard on her lips as he comes to her ear loop and bits on it.

The twinkling feeling makes her to gasp. He descends and nips her neck. A moan escapes her mouth and he slightly lift his head to meet her gaze.

“Look at me Myla.”

Her eyes squinty opens to meet his cloudy ones. Her breath isn't normal anymore.

He kisses her jawline, her cheek then stops near her lips. Their eyes are still locked on each other.

“I want to feel your lips against mine before we do it in front of the Cameras.”

His hands descend and clamps her hips again. He brings his head in and brushes his lips unto hers.

Her eyes shut as she slightly parts her lips to give him access.

It isn't enough for him so he nips on her buttom lip. She moans and he gently starts kissing her. His hands leave her hips and cages her into him as he puts them against hers; both hands laid against the counter.

He intertwines his finger with hers and keeps kissing her. She struggles to untangle his grip and he lets her free.

Her lips leave his and she turns around to face him. She quickly replaces her lips unto his with her hands stressing the sides of his shirt.

He cages her waist into his strong palms and cranes her to sit against the counter, lips still locked.

Their kiss runs into deep affection. Emanating strong emotions and seeing through their souls. She settles her hands over his neck and he draws dangerously close in-between her legs.

Their body rob against one another, and his hands clamp her waist tighter with possessiveness. He squeezes her unto himself and she moans in response.

They become severely heated up as his tongue penetrates her mouth and stroke all its corners.

Her grip on him tightens and she brings her hands down unto his crate, feeling everything underneath.

His abs vibrate against her soft skin as they fasten their pace.

She moans again and he groans, leaving her lips. He finds her nape and implant hickeys wherever his lips touches. Making sure it prints out and tells anyone seeing it to back off!

“You're mine.” he says against her skin.

She bits hard on her lips and slightly opens her eyes. He brings his head up, against hers, and drills his stormy eyes into her weak ones and down into her heart.

The two beings breathe heavily like racers. Her legs are wrapped around his waist as he slants his head and slowly moves his lip unto hers again, pulling back after a short time.

“Am I a good teacher?”

She nods very fast. And he chortles. All of a sudden, she feels it. She feels something hard beneath him.

Just her scrunched face sends him a notification. He hauls away and before she looks down at it he turns is back at her.

“We'd meet on screen.”

He walks off and she stares at his empty spot in befuddlement. Is it what she's thinking?

...

*The wedded stranger.*

“Cut!” Dr. Ed exclaims.

Jamal lifts from Myla and walks towards his director.

“We need to see her. That's what's needed from you.”

“She's almost naked right now. What else do you want?”

“We want to see her beautiful skin. We want to feel this moment. This is Hollywood and it is real! So get this done.”

“I will not do such thing. She's not exposing herself on screen. Fuck Hollywood!”

“This is your chance. Common it's not as if you've never seen her before.”

“Watch your next words!”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Wait until you're dead.”

Mr. Andrew walks in. “What's happening here?”

The two men become silent before Dr. Ed explains. “The script says she was naked and he did all the stuff people do. It's not like I'm asking of him to lay with her. But the nipping of her chest and everything above needs to be visible.”

“You should've just put this house under porn movies.” Jamal interjects.

“If she's not comfortable with it you don't have to force him to do that. Besides this scene isn't all of the movie. All the others were perfect. Just let them do their best on this one. While you direct and correct any mistakes made.”

Dr. Ed nods. And Jamal walks off to rejoin the worried Myla.

“What's happened?”

He gets into the sheets, hovering over her. “It's nothing important. Just a few errors.”

She nods and waits for her director to announce the start.

“Hey.” he calls in a very gentle tone.

She looks at him with raised fonts. He kisses the crown of her head.

“Do you trust me?”

She doesn't know what to say. Actually, she can't trust anyone. But all through her moments with him there has been some changes.

And she doesn't know if she's the same person she used to be. Because she keeps letting him do things to her that she has never consciously let anyone do.

Except in a few cases where she was very stupid to see that they wanted something other than love or friendship.

She has never mentally accepted anybody to be this possessive of her . . . like she has let for Jamal.

So yes. She trust him enough to comes back to him. This trust is not something she was prepared for. It took her so unannounced. It has taken all her senses, her heart and her soul.

She nods. And he shakes his head. “I want to hear you say it.”

She chews on her lips and sputters. “Yes. I trust you Jamal. If I didn't I won't let you this close.”

“In one, two and Action!”

To be continued . . .