For when you need that quick fix.
A collection of romance short stories: including fluff, drama, and smut (18+; there will be a disclaimer on the respective chapters!).
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Themes: recent arranged marriage; "I hate everyone but you" guy; jealousy trope; rough sex (deepthroating, spanking, slight dollification)
*Sexual Content*
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Incalescent (adj): growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze
-PART ONE-
Cyril's POV
"Mr. Kennedy, Mrs. Kennedy will be arriving tonight. We'll head to the airport after the shoot is over." My manager informed me.
As if I didn't already know. As if I didn't get off the phone with her not even thirty minutes ago to make sure her bags were all packed. She always forgot her toiletries while traveling so I made sure to remind her whenever I knew she was about to catch a flight.
Soft hands tugged at my hair and gentle brushes prodded my face.
I waved my manager, Al, away as a knock sounded on the trailer door. The assistant director popped her head in announcing that they were requesting me on set. The hair and makeup artists abruptly halted their touch-ups and took a step back allowing me space to move around them and head out.
This was my third romance movie this year, and hopefully, the last since it marked the completion of my contract with Sunrise Films. I was becoming known as Hollywood's latest heartthrob as if I was the kind of guy teenage girls had posters of in their rooms.
While my contract had made me a household name– more than just the son of a wealthy businessman and a seasoned actress– I was more than ready to move on to more substantial projects.
Even the critics undermined my talents, accrediting my fame to having become comfortable acting in cookie-cutter romances. It was as if my degree from Julliard was worthless to them. As if all the endless practice and the abuse I had endured at the hands of art professors on a power trip did nothing to convince them that it wasn't just nepotism that landed me my spot as an A-list actor. I wasn't going to deny that my parents' names had helped me immensely. But I was more than just so-and-so's son. I had my own merits and I wanted to prove it.
I greeted the staff with a nod and stood in my spot as indicated by the director. The rain began falling on cue and I sank to my knees on the porch of my co-star's character's house.
It was a classic groveling scene. My character had wronged her character and now I was trying to win her back. It wasn't the first time I had done a scene like this, but I desperately hoped it would be the last.
