Page 19 of Acting For Daddy

“Fuuuck!” he roars into my neck, punching his hips forward and I feel his manhood swell further inside of me before he fills me with his hot release. His arms wrap around me tightly as he slams his cock into me once more, burying his seed further into my womb before going slack against me. His breathing is hard and labored against mine and I drop my head on his shoulder, listening to the sound of his beating heart.

I place my palm over his chest, reminding myself that this is really happening. Somehow, fate brought me back into the arms of my first love.

It’s okay that he doesn’t remember me. It’s fine that to him, I am a stranger. All that matters now is that we’re here. Later, I will tell him about it, and we’ll share a good laugh.

“I wish I’d met you sooner,” he rasps into my skin. “In a city of fake smiles, fake personalities, and fake impressions, fake everything… I could have used something as real as you.”

“Maybe you met me sooner and you just didn’t notice me.” You left and never came back. No, we’ll not focus on that, Mina. Happy beginnings, remember?

“No,” Alex shakes his head, pushing back to find my eyes. “I would have known if I’d met you before. There is no other girl that’s ever made me feel this way, Mina. No one that has mattered before.”

My heart cracks into pieces.

You had sex with arguably the hottest man in LA and you are mad because he doesn’t remember you when you were what? A teen.

The memory of Sheila’s words picks this moment to surface and I try to push back the hurt, but I can’t. I am not mad at Alex, I realize. I am heartbroken.

Heartbroken for my younger self who was in love with this man. To hear him say that no one mattered… not even that girl who stood outside on a hot summer day, cheering for him and nearly getting heatstroke. Or that time she almost got ran over by a car running across the street because she didn’t want to miss his show.

No, Alex never asked for me to be his fan, but I wonder if that girl would have been as dedicated to this man if she realized that she would always be invisible to him. Would she have let herself fall in love with him?

I was there! Every show this man held in Texas before he moved to LA… I was there.

I loved him.

I wanted him to reach out after he left but he never did. Never cared enough to. There is no point in even telling him about our past. Bringing it up now will change nothing.

There is no other girl that’s ever made me feel this way, Mina. None that has mattered before.

Chapter Eight

Alex

It drives me insane all day.

Something has shifted between us, and it almost feels as if I made two steps forward and fifty steps back and I have no fucking clue why.

Am I moving too fast? Is all of this too soon for us?

I have no fucking idea and Mina barely pays attention to me unless we are shooting where she transforms into this other person. The chemistry is there when we shoot the bar scene, and she gets praise for her impeccable acting. Heck, the director can’t stop gushing over how amazing of an actress she is, and he understands now that she was just nervous during the rehearsals.

Mina smiles and chats with the staff and does her very best to not be alone with me and it grates at my nerves.

I cannot fix what I don’t understand and it’s driving me to the brink of insanity.

After the shoot, I follow her out despite her best efforts to escape me. She doesn’t notice me when I follow her taxi back to her house and it’s not until we arrive at her apartment building that everything begins to make sense.

My blood freezes over when Mina climbs out of the taxi and rushes into the arms of a man standing on the sidewalk. I clench my fists on the steering wheel when the man wraps his arms around Mina – my Mina– and spins her around before letting her feet touch the ground once more.

Not once in my life have I ever contemplated murder, but this has me thinking about it. Consequences be damned.

I want to kill the man touching Mina. He now has his arm around her shoulder and is ruffling her hair, their familiarity sending jealousy clogging my throat.

Fuck!

Is this why she runs away after we make love? Is it guilt from having another lover?

I push open my car door and climb out, not bothering to grab my disguise as I slam the door closed. I don’t give a fuck who sees me anymore! Everyone will know it was me anyway when I get arrested for killing the man holding Mina.

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