“To a memorable evening,” I said, then drank the whole thing, watching him from the corner of my eye as he did the same.

Leaning forward, I placed the glass on the table before us and rose to my feet, my back to him as I reached for the zipper of my dress, slowly working it down…

“Umm…” I paused, turning back to him completely. “I just noticed the cameras. Do you mind?”

“Of course, sorry.” He jumped, almost tripping as he reached for a tablet on the side table. He shook his head once, squinting as he tried to focus on the screen. “Done.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, moving back to him and cupping his cheek. I allowed my thumb to rub across his bottom lip. “You seem like a good guy, Mr. Gooden. Good guys shouldn’t pay for sex. You never know who you’ll meet.”

“What?” he drifted off as the drugs kicked in.

Ring.

Grinning as I walked around his furniture back to the door, I opened it to see Damon standing stony-faced, his eyes traveling up and down my body.

“Right on time,” I said.

“Take off the dress,” he demanded. I took a step back, allowing him to enter the suite.

“No.”

Frowning, he reached out to grab my waist and press me against his hard body. I could feel the bulge of him against me.

“Take it off, Blair, before I do.”

“We have a job to do, Damon.”

“Yeah, and six hours before the drug wears off. More than enough time for me to pay you back,” he whispered while one of his hands slid up my dress. My hands already were working on the buttons of his shirt as his eyes filled with lust, and he licked his lips without even realizing it.

“Damon—” I moaned into his kiss as he grabbed my thighs, lifting me up and moving me to the glass windows, in perfect view of Mr. Gooden. I shivered, feeling the slick glass on my back as he pulled down the top half of my dress. Pulling my breasts from my bra, he took one of my nipples into his mouth. My mouth dropped open as I gripped his hair.

“Yes…” I hissed, biting my lip.

He undid his pants with ease, allowing them and his boxers to give a perfect view of his ass to the camera.

“Fuck…” I gasped. My eyes widened when he thrust forward, his hard dick slamming into my pussy.

His eyes met mine, shining mischievously. We weren’t actually supposed to be having sex, but apparently he didn’t care—and that excited me even more.

“Harder,” I demanded when his lips covered mine.

This was one of my favorite sex scenes of the movie.

There was no foreplay. The screen direction simply read, “Damon fucks Blair in front of sleeping Mr. Gooden.”

I gripped his shoulders as his mouth traveled from my lips to my jaw.

“Oh!” I moaned, my legs wrapped around him as he held me in place, ramming himself deeper into me. The glass rocked and creaked behind us, but neither of us cared. We were in total sync, my breasts bouncing freely against me.

Biting my ear, he didn’t slow down. He fucked me so hard I couldn’t even make complete sentences. Just as I felt the tension building in the pit of my stomach, he came.

“No,” I whimpered when he pulled out of me. My legs were too weak to stand on my own, so I slowly slid to the ground.

“You … fucking … bastard,” I said, glaring at him and inhaling deeply through my nose as he adjusted himself.

“I said payback would be a bitch, didn’t I?” He said with absolutely no fucking shame. “As hot as you look, baby, you’re going to need to get up. We have a job to do.”

To that, I just flipped him off.

“Cut! Brilliant.” Director Zane came over to us as I lifted my bra and sleeve back up. Noah extended his hand for me but I refused it—I couldn’t touch him right now. My body was still hot and shaking. “I’m not sure what happened yesterday. But, your performance today was amazing. Just a few small notes, Amelia. I need you to try and make more eye contact with us. As for you, Noah, right now your improvising is great, but keep it to a minimum, if you know what I mean.”

They stared each other down for a moment before Noah simply nodded.

“All right, everyone,” Zane said, turning back to the crew. “We’ll break for two hours before bringing in the extra for the street run.”

When Zane was gone, Noah faced me. “We didn’t get a chance to talk this morning, when you came in with your mother? Are you okay?”

“She invited us to Ray Mallory’s dinner party tonight,” I said.

“What?”

Sighing, I nodded. “When Ollie told her we were now dating, she pretended like it was no big deal.”

His jaw clenched, and he opened his mouth to say something, but stopped.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Ms. London?” The redheaded costume designer, Sarah Tame, walked over with a towel and a clothing bag for me. “I was wondering if you could try on some outfits for the next scene. Mr. Sloan, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Noah nodded, quietly moving away from us and still leaving me wondering what it was he wanted to say.

“Ms. London?” Sarah said.

“Oh, sorry. Lead the way.” Turning to follow her, I made it two steps before remembering the ache between my thighs.

Goddamn him. 

Chapter Three

Noah

I had a bad feeling about this.

I knew Esther London better than most people do. She was a poisonous snake in tall grass, and if she’d rolled over on the fact that Amelia and I were dating so easily, that meant she had something up her sleeve. I just had no clue what it was.

That was the reason I didn’t even want to bother with Ray Mallory’s party. I didn’t like the man’s music, for one thing. He was an old-school rock-and-roll artist who had settled in Chicago after destroying at least one hotel room on every damn continent. The man was a fucking pig, but because he had money and fame, no one spoke ill about him—at least to his face. His party was the very last place I wanted to be.

“You look handsome,” a voice said.

In the reflection of the mirror, I saw her, dressed in a soft pink, fitted, floor-length dress, her hair curled into waves stopping right at her breasts. She looked both beautiful and miserable at the same time.

“Thank you,” I said, facing her.

Walking toward me, she reached out to fix the collar of my shirt. “You don’t have to come. I know you’re tired. We were on set all day.”

“And let you face your mother alone? I’m not heartless.”

She smiled before putting her head on my chest; “I want to be a stronger person, Noah. But how do I do that? Whenever I’m around her—even Ollie—I feel like a kid.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I hugged her to me, kissing the side of her head.

“I feel the same away around my parents,” I reassured her. “Like I’m screaming and no one can hear me.”

“Exactly. So how do you do it? How do you stand toe-to-toe with them?”

Is that what she thought? That I somehow was rising above all our issues? If anything, I always felt like I was being crushed by a sea of waves, coming up for air once in a while before being dragged back down.

“You hear me,” I said when she looked back up at me, confused. “When we were young, you always heard me when I was screaming internally. If I’m strong, I’m strong because of you.”

“I don’t want to go to this party. But I don’t want to give my mother any reason to keep pushing you,” she explained.

Whether we went or not, Esther was never going to let me off the hook.

“Then let’s go.” I offered her my arm, knowing full well that the moment we were seen out together tonight, we’d be in the media. But who gave a fuck? It wasn’t like we were hiding it, anyway.

Austin and Oliver, both dressed in black suits, were already waiting for us when we left the bedroom. Austin wore an obnoxiously loud yellow bow tie. Seeing our arms linked, he gave me a wink like I was in on his own private conversation.