𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 || 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

03 - chains

**18+ ONLY**

He returned once more, his mood different once again, this time back to brooding. And men say women are moody, they obviously never met this man.

"C'mon I don't have a lot of time, they're already so pissed at me." He grumbled, circling his hand to emphasize the rush.

You purposely took your time, though that might've not been the best idea since he was already in a bad mood. But so were you when he came at you that morning.

"Why're they pissed?" You questioned while mixing some thicker blood with water from a plastic bottle.

"I don't know, I just keep fucking up my lines." Running a frustrated hand through his hair, "What part of hurry up don't you understand?"

"Sorry I just need to-" And accidentally, but maybe not so accidentally, you spilled some of the water on the front of your light yellow dress. The liquid took no time in emphasizing your bare chest and newly peaked nipples. "Oops."

His eyes immediately fell to watch the water spread and cling fabric to your breasts. The blonde's scan then finding your prideful but still innocent face, turning his regard to something ravenous and lethal.

He went to grab the water bottle however you tug it back ending up in the water getting spilt over his white shirt. The dampness now reflecting your own, clinging to every ridge of muscle. You couldn't look away either.

"Fuck!" Crumpling the empty plastic in his large hand then tossing it aside, "Look what you've done."

Just now remembering what he'd said just minutes ago about the crew being pissed at him for fucking up, "I'm so-"

He abruptly gripped your wrist and hauled you out of the alley.

"Austin where the fuck are you going!" A crew member called from behind you both.

"Wardrobe change, I spilled water on my shirt." You could tell he was at least attempting to mask the anger in his voice. This was his job too after all.

'I spilled water'

He didn't blame you.

"Where the fuck are you taking me!" You tried to wriggle from his tight grip but it was futile, he was charging so fast you could barely keep up.

"Wardrobe trailer, you're helping me clean this up." His tone demanding, mean. And you had no idea what exactly that meant.

"What do you need me for-" He finally reached his destination and tossed you in it, slamming the door behind you and cornering you against it.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off." You apologized weakly.

"What did I tell you about being a tease?" His hand landing just beside your head on the metal door.

"I wasn't trying to do anything," Lying straight though your teeth.

"I think you're lying," Stepping forward causing you to press flatter against the door.

"I'm not, it was an accident I swear."

His brows furled into a low peak and a vein prominent in his forehead. But even when he looked so intimidating you couldn't help but admit his captivating appeal.

"You've been fucking pissing me off all day and then distracting me while filming? Ruining my costume?"

"Well first of all, that's barely a costume, second of all it's just water calm the fuck down." Why the fuck you'd talk back to him in the position you were in, you had no clue. Instantly regretting everything you'd just spilled.