Page 147 of Pretty Obsessed

"Come on." River grabbed my hand and dragged me towards where Iris looked better than everyone else on set. He'd picked through hundreds of items and came out looking like a god.

River was a close second, with his big shoulders and chest. David had put him in a short-sleeve button-down and only done two of the buttons, then put a longer necklace on him to draw attention to his spectacular chest.

The rest of the guys looked equally magnificent. David was worth his weight in gold. We were filming in the street first. Iris singing in the middle while the other guys moved and mingled.

River and I were chatting and told to act normal. I leaned against a brick wall trying to be cool, but the way River kept looking at me.

"You need to stop doing that," I pleaded under my breath.

"What?" he asked in a low whisper.

"Looking at me like you're going to pull me around the corner and fuck me."

"Did you read my mind?" His eyes dilated with lust. "I can't help it. You look good."

I pressed my eyes closed, with a groan. "Better find a free minute between shoots if you're going to keep that up."

"I have every intention." He leaned closer brushing his knuckles over my cock.

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I had more respect for their workload by the end of the second day of shooting. Take after take after take, hours and hours of adjustments to get the right shot, and all for a four-minute video. The amount of work that went into this blew my mind.

"Come on, we are celebrating!" Alister and Lowe walked with their arms around each other.

"Alexander rented out a little place down this way." Cas' cheeks were rosy, and even he seemed to be in good spirits after the wrap. "I had bottles of vodka ordered special. Wait until you guys see." He led the way to a small bar. The entire cast and crew filed in with us, filling the place.

The music was loud, and everyone seemed to be on top of the world while singing along to the newly mastered and cut track.

We made the rounds, talking and laughing. Everyone wanted to have a drink with River. We kept a bottle of soda water so he could without feeling like they were expecting him to drink.

"Want to go dance?" River said into my ear, catching me off guard.

"Yeah, I do."

Quite a few of the models were near the DJ booth moving with the music. Iris flirted with someone in a corner, and even Lowe was out there, who I'd barely seen despite spending a ton of time around the band.

Before I would have had to be totally off my ass drunk to get out on a dance floor, but tonight, celebrating the joy with River overcame any inhibitions I would have had.

We weren't dancing with one another. No one was. The whole group moved together. Lowe jumped behind the DJ booth and started putting on really good dance music. He even took shout-outs. Iris brought out the twerk and we couldn't stop laughing. He grinned and winked at us.

The happiness was intoxicating. We were high off it.

"Hey there," a deep accented voice cut through the music.

"Hi," River replied, giving the guy a tight smile.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, getting in close as they both moved with the music, hips getting dangerously close.

My chest tightened, and I couldn't breathe.

"I don't drink, sorry." River didn't move away.

"No worries." He introduced himself and started chatting about the set, complimenting River nonstop, and finding little excuses to touch him.

My ears rang. He wasn't doing anything wrong, but the guy clearly wanted him, and I hated it. Hated how much this probably happened while I couldn't be with him. I’d known it had, but seeing it hit me in the gut.

Everything in me screamed to turn and walk out of there and not stop until I was home. I wanted to leave like I had when I walked in on Pat. I wouldn't let myself. I'd done this. I'd created this. How could I punish him when he wasn't doing anything wrong?

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