Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
The pressure to produce a number-one hit was heavy and at an all-time high. I was used to that since I always strived to film the best and most successful movie I could, yet this one was different.
It wasn’t just any role.
It starred Aires and me, and I wanted it to be perfect.
I wanted this to be an iconic film that had such a crazy fandom that people would be talking about it for centuries. A staple in cinematic history, that was my goal, and I knew that applied to Aires and B. Night too.
By the time the driver pulled up to the rented estate on the water that I’d be calling home for the next two months, it was a little past four a.m. My team told me that my room would be the one up the stairs and down the hallway. It was the last room on the right, and I couldn’t wait to crash. I’d been up for over twenty-four hours at that point, and I didn’t do well on no sleep.
After the driver brought in my bags, I thanked him, and he left. I didn’t want to wake anyone up since it was still night and dark out. The makeup artists and wardrobe would be staying there with me, and they were supposed to be there already. I didn’t mind since the house was big enough for at least ten people with their own rooms.
From what Capri said, the house was near the set to make it easier for us to come and go, but we’d still have private trailers on set. I used the elevator to go up to my room with only my carry-on since it had everything I’d need for the night. I’d deal with the rest of my luggage whenever I woke up.
Luckily, production didn’t start till tomorrow, so I had a whole day to catch up on sleep and get ready for the first day on set. I’d spend most of the day rehearsing my lines. As I made my way to my bedroom, I wondered if Aires was already there and if he was staying close by. I imagined he would be.
“Oh, thank God,” I whispered as I softly shut my bedroom door.
I was beyond exhausted, and I’d gotten ready on the plane to pass out in order to come here and just crash. The full moon illuminating through the window made finding my bed in the middle of the room easy. I threw all my clothes off. I always only slept in my panties.
I swear I was already half asleep when I got under the covers. Grabbing a pillow to hug while I was asleep, I turned around and came in contact with a warm body almost immediately.
With wide eyes, I instinctively screamed and jumped right out of bed. It must have activated something in the room because the lights instantly turned on as the person in my bed hauled ass out of it too. Before I could grab the blanket off the mattress, I came face-to-face with the man I least expected.
Aires stood there in front of me in all his glory.
Butt. Ass. Naked.
Aires
I woke up to someone screaming, and my body moved on autopilot. I held my hands up in a surrendering gesture the second my feet touched the floor as the bright lights straight up blinded me for a minute.
“Oh my God!” Bailey exclaimed, making me feel better it was someone I knew and not someone on staff.
Panic-stricken, she asked, “Why are you naked and sleeping in my bed?”
Rubbing my eyes, I tried to clear my vision, and when I finally did, I never expected to find a topless Bailey standing in front of me.
In one breath, I replied, “You know I sleep naked.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” she clenched out.
“You’re giving me shit about being naked?” I gestured to her, moving my arm up and down. “What about you?”
She immediately snapped out of whatever daze she was in and yanked the blanket off the bed, covering herself.
“Wait,” I firmly objected. “I’m not complaining. Fuck, you look amazing. Your rack got bigger.”
“Oh my God!” She threw a pillow at my head, but I caught it.
“Cover yourself,” she ordered.
I shook my head, grinning. “You’ve sucked my cock too many times to be getting shy on me now.”
She threw another pillow at me. “Then at least have the decency to turn around, so I can put my clothes back on.”
“Bay…” I cocked my head to the side with a smile. “You really want to pretend I haven’t slid my tongue into your ass?”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Fine.” I gave in, spinning around. “Have your self-proclaimed modesty.”
“What are you doing in my room?” she questioned, shuffling around.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“What?” she snapped in a stern tone. “This is my room.”