His A-list Star: A glamorous comeback

OKAY. THIS STORY/CHAPTER MIGHT CONTAIN SOME MATURE CONTENT, READERS' DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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Quivers surged through her body. Goosebumps wrapped around her as every touch of his sent an electric zap around her. In this room in a penthouse which was situated in a secluded place, all she could think of was the man beside her. The man who was working wonders on her body with his fingers. A gasp escaped her lips when he trailed his fingers down– deeper down her shoulder line to circle a spot around her bosom. Her pointy edge went rigid as he played with her n**ple which was sheltered by the fabric she wore.

Was all this happening or was this some dream she was having? But either way, this was what she had fantasized from the very day she laid eyes on him— on that screen. When she saw him looking like one of these supermodels with a body which would sell at any given time, it was the very first time his body called out to her. And all she could think was doing all the wild things she had learnt from books and the movies she watched. But right here, was the one man she fantasized about, cradled beside her.

Doing what he wanted with her body, having his way with her and she was loving every ounce of him and his touch. Her heart palpitated against her ribs that it could burst out of excitement. Never in her life did she think she would be this close to him. This sort of close— to the point they would be doing this to each other. To her, he was just a dream, a dream she could never see come true. But here she was, cradled up in his strong arms. Savoring every second, every minute, every hour like it could vanish in a twinkle.

Towering over her was the man she longed to be with. Her dream man, but never had she thought situationship could pull them this close. When she gazed up to meet his marble gray eyes, she watched herself dissolve under them. She presumed if she actually saw something dark glint in his eyes or was she reading too much meaning to it? But then his eyes softened to something playful and teasing before it changed into desire in a twinkle.

"Do you know how long— I have wanted to do this?" When he spoke up, his voice was husky, a mixture of desire and sincerity. Matching with the look in his eyes. Sending this strong vibration across her body.

"From the very time I saw you, walking down that aisle, dressed to kill. And all I could picture at that moment was how to get my hands on you."

A smile lit up her face as her heart made a joyful leap at his words. She felt that fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach. Hot blood ran down her spine, as she lifted a hand to stroke his cheek to be certain he was real and not some hologram before leaning forward to trail a simple and soft kiss on his hard- chiseled chin. This is where she wanted to be, in his arms. Safe and secured.

"Now that I think about it, I caught you staring at me that I almost lost a foot—- you literally were drooling on me."

He laughed. That rich laughter of his that sent her heart racing again. Although she was here with him, under him, she was acutely aware of the tiniest bit of space between them and how his body was dangerously affecting her. She hoped this moment would never.....

"Can't blame this hunk here, you started it." He accused her with eyes twinkling playfully, causing her heart to do that flip flop again but in a good way. She never thought he was the type to make jokes, never thought she'd one day hear a joke he cracked just for her.

At that moment, all that she was aware of was just the two of them. Wrapped in each other's arms, heartbeat in sync. She watched as his chest rose and fell, tempting her to trail her fingers on the hard planes of his chest. Even though the pecs of his abs were hidden behind the fabric he wore, she could still see the outline of his evident abs. She gulped, debating if it was sane to touch him like he was doing to her. She had fantasized a lot about touching him so many times and now the opportunity has come, she wondered if she was up for it. She had only watched him on TV, and saw his body. The hard plane on the screen and never of actually seeing it in real life talk more of having it this close to her. But it was just within reach now.

"You look beautiful—-" She sucked in a breath at his compliment, feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she tore her gaze from his upper body to his face. Meeting his hunger filled eyes. She locked eyes with him as she envisioned being with him like this in the future. It wasn't bad to want more, just because he's some top actor doesn't mean she couldn't cross that line with him. She knew there was this thick line between them but it isn't wrong to ask for more.

"Out of the ladies I have acted alongside with, I have to admit— I'm not saying this to make you feel elated or to sound cheesy but it was what I felt at that moment. I felt that connection I had never felt before in all the female actors I have acted with. Truth be told, you are the best."

She didn't know what to feel or how to react at that moment. Him- thinking she was the best out of female actors he worked with skyrocketed her heartbeat, adrenaline kicking in high gear. Emotions bubbling in her that could burst out of her chest in any minute. Without thinking further, she circled a hand around his nape, pulling him close to meet her lips. A sudden rush of blood and a sweet sensation tingled her body when his lips rested on hers. His lips were exactly where she wanted it to be, on hers. She noticed his lips spread in a smile while pressed against hers.

"Didn't see that coming." She felt his smile in between her kiss. "You sure know how to take a man unawares."

"Like you did, the very day we met at that mall," she teased his lips with hers. The kiss was a slow one but he took over, circling an arm around her waist as he arched her closer to him. Against his hard body, against the hard planes of his chest— deepening the kiss. He kissed her with fire and desire and yearning. Like he had been waiting for a moment to take the initiative.

Heart banging irrational against her chest, she kissed him back with the same energy. Both of them exploring each other's mouth, barely having enough of each other. Heat coursed through her when he trailed his hand on her forearm lazily, stroking it while submitting her lips to his command. Minutes passed before they pulled away from each other, gasping for air.

She took in a couple of breaths to slow her pounding heartbeat and looked up to him. The look of desire was still evident in his eyes even when he grasped for air.

"You taste nice, you know." He prompted. His voice still held that huskiness in it. "I could kiss you all day without having to stop."

"Is that how much you desire to have me to yourself?" She teased, tapping a finger on his nose. Even at that slight act of her sent shivers down her spine. Inwardly, she had been praying for this not to be one hell of a dream because she might not be able to survive the hurt afterward. This— she wanted it to be real and true.

"I told you, ever since I saw you in that aisle walking down, dressed in that red gown. I have been anticipating this day, a day when I will have to lay my hands on you and do whatever I wished with you."

"Never knew you had to wait that long," she smiled. Watching his eyes flicker with mischief and amusement. "You could have voiced your thoughts."

"And be behind a cold room with iron bars securing me so I wouldn't escape and be called a pervert for the rest of my life? Nah…. I pass, that's not how I want it to be. The wait is worth it."

Chills ran down her veins when he reached out to tuck some strands of hair shielding her face behind her ear. That gentle touch against her skin sent fire all around her body and she felt herself arching more of his touch.

"You could have asked right away," she tried not to let herself dwell in his touch for long, the warmth of his touch against her body as she gulped softly. "Who knows the feelings might be mutual."

She chuckled when he puckered a brow upward and his eyes wide with surprise before softening to a gentle look. "What do you mean?"

"The same as you," her lips played in a sweet smile as she drank in the man she never envisioned being close to like this, to the point of sharing a bed. "The feelings were mutual, since I started watching your movies— I had always wondered what it would be like to be touched by you just like you did with female actors in movies."

She couldn't believe she just spewed that causing her face to heat with embarrassment.

A flirtatious grin spread across his lips. His eyes teasing her.

"I see— someone has been having dirty, wild and wicked fantasies about me while watching me on screen."

"Can't blame me, you can't expect my imagination not to drift off with a body like yours--I'd be honest."

There was a moment of silence between them, the only sound between them was the sound of their heartbeat in sync. Eyes locked. They gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity before he leaned close, capturing her lips once again.

"Damn, you taste and smell nice." He worded in between the kiss, prompting her heart to do that flip flop stunt again. Butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. He continued to kiss her and she kissed him back but it didn't end there. This time he ventured deeper— both with his hands and lips. He trailed his lips from her mouth down to her neck, leaving trails of kisses on it. When his lips rested on her exposed neck down to her neckline, his heart and body did a quick jerk but then a new wave of excitement surged through. She was being kissed and touched by the one man she wanted from the beginning of time she lay eyes on him on the screen.

His left hand snaked her back pushing her closer to him so that there was no more space between them. The other one was wounding its way up her fabric, working its way inside her fabric. Her breathing hitched at his touch on her bare skin.

"Mmm….." a moan escaped her lips as he fondled her bare skin. She took advantage of the moment to trail her fingers on his chest, shutting her eyes, savoring and nestling in his touch.

But the inevitable happened. A loud scream jarred her back to the present. Making her flutter her eyes open.

"CUT!!!!" The voice of the director screamed, resonating all around the walls of the room. The joy in her that was about to reach the apex was crushed in a twinkle. The smile on her face deflated as he climbed off her at the instant the director screamed 'Cut.' The butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach vanished in an instant.

Of course, how could she be so lost in the act that she forgot it was actually an act, not real. It wasn't real. It was all an act.

Sprawled on the bed, she shut her eyes and wallowed in the disappointment that rode in afterwards. All the words he just said and his touches were all an act, he never meant them. Those were scripted words and touches.

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And when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar finery. He wasn't there anymore, neither was the director or the crew. She was in bed with white covers hovering around her. Despite the doubt in her, she pulled up the blankets and shrieked when she saw she was without clothes. Had she been dreaming all this while or was that real? In the midst of confusion and uncertainty, she couldn't fumble or contemplate how she ended up in this room or why she was without clothes but one thing she noticed when she darted her eyes around the room, her eyes darted on her clothes and that of a male clothes tossed on a chaise lounge and the designer wrist watch on the nightstand. Without thinking further, she wrapped the heavy blankets around her and picked up her dresses. She dressed quickly, not wanting to meet the man who owns the clothes or bother wanting to meet him. She just needed to disappear before he would appear before her.

She grabbed her bag from the desk and shoes and dashed out of the room. She hurriedly made her way to the elevator.

But unknown to her, a camera hidden behind a wall was taking shots after shots as she left the room in a messy look to the elevator.

The beginning of a new DISASTER.