Page 57 of The Producer: Aaron

When I get up, I find her panting, her forehead resting on thecold marble and her cheeks reddened with pleasure. She’s so beautiful when she comes that my hands shake as I open the box of condoms, and I can’t hold back the heat while I put one on.

I grab her hips and sink into her with a long push. A grunt of pleasure comes out of my mouth when her warm flesh envelops me. She is so perfect that I would never tire of sinking into her and enjoying her pleasure. As she looks at me from over her shoulder, her moans and lustful eyes are enough to make me lose control.

I grab her ponytail and pull her against my chest as I sink into her with thrusts that make her small, perfect breasts jump. My hand slips over her neck, and I enjoy the beating of her heart going crazy under my fingers.

“Aaron. Aaron. Aaron,” she whispers like a litany as she leans on the counter with her hands to support herself as I hammer into her. With one hand around her waist and one on her neck, I hold her close as I make her mine against the kitchen counter. Her arms try to counter my thrusts, but when I am about to reach my orgasm, and my hips slam powerfully against her butt, her hand bumps into the bowl of salad causing it to fall to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.

The sound of shattering glass cannot cover the cry that comes out of me when my orgasm hits me. At that exact moment, Dakota also reaches the peak of her pleasure and shouts my name as she comes for the second time. It is such a violent pleasure that it shakes us to the point of making us tremble. I slump on her back, holding her tightly against my body as we try to catch our breath.

Several minutes pass before I have the strength to take her in my arms and move a few steps away from the disaster of glass and vegetables on the floor. I lean on a kitchen cabinet andslowly collapse until I sit with her on my lap, panting and with a smile planted on my face.

She curls up in my arms and kisses me on the neck between deep breaths.

“What?” I ask her when I hear her giggling.

“If we continue like this, in a month you will no longer have pots or dishes to use,” she says, pointing to what remains of the salad bowl.

I smile and kiss her on the nose. “I’m willing to subscribe to a company that makes cookware if that’s the case.”

And I realize that my words are true. I’ve always been jealous of my things and spaces, but right now, I don’t care about the state of my kitchen if she’s in my arms. This new awareness that fills my chest almost makes me breathe easier.

Returning to the set after the story between Aaron and me went public was more normal than I expected. No one made comments or jokes, and not even Emma said anything or asked me for more details, a further reminder that confirms she is the sweetest person here and she doesn’t need to have the seedy details. There is a cordial relationship as work colleagues between the two of us, but we have never been close friends. After I cut off my relationship with Serena, I became more lonely than ever when it comes to friendship. Like when I came to Los Angeles three years ago with a suitcase full of dreams and no one to share them with.

“Do you have plans for this weekend?” I ask Emma as we walk to the table with our lunch trays.

I’m not one who usually starts these conversations, but I’m striving to become more sociable, learning to have a decent conversation without needing alcohol to relax my nerves is a start. Emma seems surprised by my question but says nothing about it.

“Nothing special. I was supposed to go to a festival with some friends, but with our working hours, I would spend half the weekend traveling to arrive on time on Monday, so I decided to stay in the city. Do you have plans?” she asks with a sincere smile.

Maybe this is the moment, the hook I need to talk about Aaron, about how we would like to go out of town for a weekend, just the two of us. But the words die in my throat because the truthis that she is not a friend of mine. She is not a person I have ever confided with, and the relationship that binds us is not deep enough to bring out all the happiness I feel right now. I would have preferred hearing the gossip and whispers behind my back instead of this silence. It would have been easier to bring up this topic. It’s strange how I want to talk to someone but have no one to do it with.

“Nothing special. I think I’ll stay at home and read.”

She smiles at me. “One day, you’ll have to let me read one of those books. You’re so engrossed in them, there must be a reason why you spend sleepless nights glued to those pages,” she says as she bites into a forkful of her salad.

“Reading books? Yeah, sure.”

Serena’s voice makes me turn around. I hadn’t noticed she had arrived and, from Emma’s surprised face, I know she hadn’t seen her either. Since I dumped her at Mystique and responded to her messages saying I no longer intended to go out with her, I certainly didn’t expect her to show up here. The furious expression on her face makes it clear that this is not a courtesy visit.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in a low voice, as the people around us have begun to listen to our conversation.

“What am I doing here? Are you serious? First, you fuck the big boss and get the part, then you dump me at the club, telling me that you don’t want to be my friend anymore.” Her tone is deliberately high and her attempt to draw attention to us succeeds. My colleagues begin to stop to witness the scene, some of them puzzled.

“Serena, please, let’s go to my trailer to discuss it?” I get up from the table, feeling my cheeks go up in flames with embarrassment.

My former friend, if I really can consider her as such, spits a sarcastic laugh. “Does it bother you that others know you got the part because you fucked Aaron? Do you think they don’t already know?”

“These accusations are out of place. Maybe it’s better if you go for a walk until you’ve calmed down. What do you say?” Emma comes to my rescue, and the shame makes the grip on my stomach almost unbearable.

I look around and find the faces I have been working with for three years stunned by the scene unfolding before their eyes.

“Out of place? Did you know that Aaron fired Roland because he invited Dakota out with us?” Serena replies condescendingly.

The silence that falls around us is so absolute that my voice seems like thunder on a sunny day.

“Aaron fired Roland because you both showed up at his house, uninvited, with thirty people and destroyed his pool. He fired him for disrespecting him, not because he asked me out. And if we have to say it all, I stopped going out with you because I realized that you were never a friend. You always used me to go into clubs where I always paid for you. You made me feel so guilty about having this part that I paid your rent several times. You used my credit card to pay a thousand and two hundred dollar bill at Mystique, then you and your friends ran away without paying for lunch at Venice Beach. Does it bother you that I am not your friend anymore or that you no longer have your personal ATM to ask for money?” I blurt out angrily, careless about what people may think of me. I’m tired of always having to defend myself from her.

The smile that appears on her lips makes my skin crawl. “Did you notice that you gave an explanation to everything except the fact that you had the part just because you opened your legs withAaron?”

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