He's not my dad

Chapter 31

"I don't understand why we're filming another music video when the first hasn't been release yet" I complained as a woman applied my make up and a man teased my hair.

We had only shot the video for the debut single the week before, the song hadn't been released yet. No one knew who we were, it could end up being a huge flop.

"Girl, why are you complaining. Most musicians would love filming music videos" my hair stylist Raoul said as he attached a heavy floral crown to my head.

"It's what she does, she can't let herself be happy" chuck snarled as he walked past.

Raoul and my make up artist gave each other knowing looks.

"Is he your man , he is hot" Raoul said as he playfully fanned himself.

"No just a friend, things are a little awkward at the moment. This video shoot isn't going to help" I was complaining again, I really was turning into a bitter woman.

"Spill"

"In the video were getting married , so there has to be a first kiss and um.... this will be our first kiss" just thinking of his lips brushing mine made me nervous. I prayed that he wouldn't kiss like his dad, that just shows how fucked  up our situation is.

"Right your done" Raoul said as he finished what seemed like a full can of hairspray on my head.

I thanked him and walked away, I was just outside the door when I heard him shout "make the kiss a good one"

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the set, it was going to be a long day. There was so many shots we had to take, in reality it was being filmed twice. The video director wanted one shot where I was singing the song walking down the aisle etc and another where I was just acting like a regular bride. His idea was to cut and paste the footage, his idea sounded interesting.

I walked out onto the field where the fake wedding was taking place and I was awe struck. It was truly a vision, so much detail had been put into the decorations that it could have passed as  a real wedding.

There was rows of mismatched chairs, all different colours and styles either side of a make shift aisle. There were Potts of wild flowers at the end of each row and petals strewn across the grass. A large wooden arch sat at the at the end of the aisle, it was covered with flowers.

Large mason jars with lit candles hung from the branches of surrounding trees, it was the perfect boho venue. Everything had been thought of, there was even a random duck walking around.

The stylist had done an amazing job, I was wearing a long vintage lace dress with a crown of wild flowers and an oversized bouquet to match. The actors playing the wedding guests were also suitably dressed, chuck was playing the groom so he wore light trousers a white shirt, suspenders and a blue bow tie. Chuck obviously looked handsome , I mean when didn't I find him attractive.

The actors playing the guests started to take their seats as the band were put into place. Freddie was playing the role of the vicar and Anthony was waking me down the aisle and giving me away. We had rehearsed so many times but this time we had to try get it all in one take and make the script last the entire song.

I took my place at the end of the aisle, I held the large bouquet in one hand and linked my other arm with Anthony . Our song was played so I had to mime along as I followed my orders.

Anthony and I walked slowly down the aisle, so far things had gone according to plan. I was remembering to mime the words and not walk too quickly. When I was at the front by chucks side, I had to continue to sing as though I was reciting my vows. Chuck moved his mouth as did Freddie so it all looked so real.

The last verse of the song was upon us, I turned to chuck and we exchanged rings, with a nod from Freddie I stopped singing and lent forward into chucks grasp.

Our lips touched and I was immediately overwhelmed by the fire that filled me. The sweet kiss we had been ordered to perform had changed into something more primal. Our lips mashed together as his hands forced themselves into my hair. Our tongues danced perfectly within our mouths. My arms were around his neck, I was holding him to me. He wouldn't be able to escape the kiss even if he wanted to, but by the bulge I could feel against my leg I knew he was enjoying it as much as me.

His firm hands traveled along my jaw and down my neck, I was desperate to undress him. I worked my hands to his collar and pulled off his bow tie and just let it fall to the ground. I almost ripped the buttons from his shirt as I undid them, I was so lost in the kiss that my eyes were screwed shut. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and pushed the shirt from his body. The cool air did something to him, he jerked me up so my legs were around his waist. I heard the ripping of my dress but I couldn't care less.

He was pulling the zip of my dress, I felt the cool air hit me. There was only the thin lace of my bra separating our skin. His hands were on my back, I heard one of the clasps come loose when chuck suddenly jerked and almost dropped me.

I opened my eyes in annoyance and notice maybe 50 pairs of eyes focused on us. The kiss had been so deep and meaningful that I was forgotten where I was and by the embarrassed look on chucks face he had too. I climbed down from his waist and pulled up the bodice of my dress to cover my bra.

I snook a look up and saw the director stood behind chuck, it had been him who had pulled us apart. The kiss chuck and I had shared had been incredible I just hoped that it didn't ruin the video.

I looked down at my dress and bit my lip, there was a huge tear from my mid thigh to the ankle. It was clear I wouldn't be able to wear this dress for the next shot.

I turned to the stylist "do we have a spare"