Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Game

Even if it was against my will, I couldn't do anything. I had two options. Either I get sued for not doing what was expected of me, or I could just swallow my pride right at this moment and pretend that this is nothing. I chose the latter.

But I thought about what Hughie would feel if he finds out about this. Shit. I really want to just walk out of here and just let them sue me. I'm sure he'll find out about this eventually because he makes sure that he sees all my projects so that he can support me. He keeps track of everything I do.

The last thing I want to do is to hurt him.

But I'm sure Hughie will understand. I just hope he does. I'm sorry about this, Hughie. When I arrive at our condo later, I will make sure to let him know immediately.

I maintained a serious face as I went on top of Mew. He had the same expression.

"Wow! The chemistry!" the amazement in the director's voice filled the room as the photographer started clicking his camera. It was annoying to my ear.

Here we go again about chemistry. What are they talking about?

I suddenly remembered what happened at the bar last night. That conversation was so intense that even after I walked out, my knees were still trembling. And because of his serious face with a hint of anger and pain right now, I am beginning to feel it again.

I don't understand where his anger is coming from. I am supposed to be the one who's angry. What is he doing here and why is he messing with my life?

Flashbacks of my painful past came rushing in. Here they are again. The pain. It's just too much.

I decided to stop thinking about those things and tried to compose myself. This is not the time to be emotional, Gulf.

"Guys, try to connect with each other. This is for a billboard. The chemistry is there but I see no connection at all," the director complained.

I eyed Mew, trying to establish some 'connection' that the director was asking. He did the same.

His eyes were deep. They were mesmerizing. If his eyes are not the most expressive pair, then I don't know who's eyes are.

But no matter how beautiful they are, I still don't like the idea that the person I would not want to be with right now is below me. That is why I am not certain if I am really doing my job well. I'm lucky the director and photographer have not reprimanded me yet about my expression. Maybe it's not that obvious.

"We really need to talk, Gulf," Mew said out of the blue.

I arched an eyebrow because I did not like what I heard.

I must admit, he really has become more handsome because I would be a hypocrite if I wouldn't say so. His sex appeal is no doubt shaking my confidence. And with our faces close to each other, no matter how much I don't want to look at him, I have no choice. I have to maintain eye contact to maintain the connection and please everyone.

They continued clicking for photos.

I did not answer him. Like I have said before, we have nothing to talk about.

The photographer asked us to smile this time and we immediately followed what he wanted. But our smiles were fake. We both knew about it.

His brown eyes are indeed very expressive. While I'm on top of him as we look at each other's faces, the photographer continued taking photos.

His lips. They caught my attention. I have never wanted to kiss someone so bad. When I arrived here earlier, I did not really notice the swelling of his lips, but now that we are inches away from kissing, I can clearly see them. But still, his lips are kissable.

What the hell are you talking about Gulf? I erased those thoughts from my head. You just saw his lips upclose and you already forgot all the things he did? Now you're tempted?

I closed my eyes as I tried to control myself.

My body is starting to feel numb because of our position but it seems like the photographer is liking it that is why we had to do it for a longer time.

Not long after, I felt something hard on my stomach. I had to touch it out of curiosity because it was poking me. It was hard. What is this?

My eyes widened when I realized what it was. Shit!

Mew! You fucker!

He acted like my touch tickled him.

"Ahhhh," he moaned seductively.

Bloody hell!

I frowned at his reaction as I felt my face turn red. I'm pretty sure that I now look like a tomato.

"Why is your face red, Gulf? Is there a problem?" the director asked.

"Nothing. I just think it's hot," I lied.

"Do you need a break?"

I would like to take a break so that I could get myself away from this guy but I also thought that it would be convenient to finish this early. So no.

"No. I'm fine."

"Okay. Switch positions guys. Mew, be the one on top," the director commanded.

Thank God this would be over soon.

Mew quickly did what he was told to do. Now I'm the one below him.

I am not sure if the other people on the set noticed Mew's boner but I did not really want to think about it.

"Smile, Gulf," the photographer said.

How can I smile if the person on top of me is pissing me off? And why is he turned on?

Now that he's the one on top, I can feel his dick poking my stomach more.

I can tell that my face is now very red. Mew is able to maintain a straight look while my brows are now furrowed as we look at each other's face.

"Gulf, what's wrong?" the director who was starting to get annoyed asked.

"Nothing. Just please go on with the photos," I quickly said.

On this day, I failed. Never once was I called out by my clients about my performance. This was the first time!

The director requested us to make a new pose. This time, I had to lie on his stomach. Shit.

I glanced at the huge bulge below his stomach. Even if I can feel his abs at the back of my head, I couldn't stop myself but glance at the bulge on his pajamas.

I don't know if the people on the set have decided to just ignore his hard on because no one dared to mention it even if it was obviously noticeable now.

I gulped as I suddenly remembered the events inside the yacht, the private plane, and the small boat when I had the chances to meet his huge member upclose and personal.

And in that moment too, I felt something growing hard inside my pajamas.

Holy shit!

I couldn't take it anymore so I had to stand up and ask the director for a break.

Very disappointed with myself.

Kuya Dominic was about to approach me but I walked past him. I proceeded to the comfort room to wash my face.

Why is Mew doing this to me? And why am I affected?

I washed my face and started taking deep breaths. It helped me calm down.

After a few seconds, I heard someone come in. Who else could it be?

"I really need to tell you something, Gulf." Mew walked closer to me. He's already wearing a shirt. I looked at the bulge between his pajamas before swallowing hard.

I put my hand in front of me to stop him from taking another step.

"Stop. Don't come near me," I angrily said. But he acted like he did not hear me and continued to close the distance between us.

"I only want to talk. Please." It sounded almost like a cry.

I shook my head. And because he kept walking towards me, I had to adjust and started walking backwards to get away from him.

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips when he noticed his effect on me.

"I can see that you're still affected by me. Why do you keep resisting?" Now he sounds playful. "Do you want me to do something about that hard on?" He pointed at the bulge inside my pajamas.

I frowned even more as I continued taking steps backward. But it wasn't long until I felt the hard wall of the comfort room behind my back. I'm trapped.

When he successfully corned me, he immediately pulled down my pajamas and underwear.

Our eyes were locked on each other for a moment. I wanted so bad to push him away. But he held my hands so I couldn't do it. He was obviously stronger than me. I tried to push him until I had no more strength.

"Let me go!"

He held my two hands using his one hand. The other one started stroking me. My member started to become harder and harder with each stroke.

I closed my eyes with the sensation I felt. But I knew this was wrong because I have a boyfriend.

"Stop it!" I said in gritted teeth. But instead of letting me go, he stroke me faster.

I closed my eyes for the second time.

"You really want me to stop?" he asked, his voice seductive and challenging. I opened my eyes and saw the burning desire on his eyes. He arched his eyebrow and licked his lips.

"Yes. Stop it." But my voice contradicted my words. It was almost a moan.

What is happening to you, Gulf?

Mew smirked and started touching my balls. My member was now throbbing and was as hard as rock.

"Yeah. You really do want me to stop," he chuckled.

He went down on his knees and took me in. I arched my back when I felt the hot insides of his mouth. Shit!

When I looked down to see what he's doing, he was looking at my eyes. Our eyes locked once again.

"Ahhh," I moaned softly, afraid that someone might hear. "Stop it, Mew."

"Hmmm?" he asked.

I arched my back even more when he took everything in. He almost gagged at first but he was able to adjust.

He had to catch his breath when he removed my dick from his mouth. He stroke me using his hands.

"You like this?" he asked as he licked the head.

"No," my answer was fast as lightining.

"I see."

I was dismayed when he stood up and put my pajamas back.

What the fuck?

"Why did you stop?" I was close to coming!

"You said you didn't like it." he said before flashing a smile.

"Is this all just a joke to you?" I spat angrily at him. "You're playing with my feelings!"

His face turned serious.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Now he sounded worried.

"No! You think this is all just a game, Mew! And you're enjoying it!"

"No!"

"Yes! You are playing with me! Why are you really here in Spain? To mess with my peaceful life? To suck me in some comfort room?" I couldn't control my voice. It was late when I realized that someone might hear.

"Just please listen to me first so I can explain everything to you." He stopped me from leaving.

"You know what, Mew? If you want to play, fine! But please not with me and especially not with my feelings! Because this is not funny! I have suffered enough!"

"Just listen to me, Gulf!"

Now he's raising his voice on me?

I'm done here! I am so done with him! I pushed him so I can walk away from the comfort room.

I just want to cry out of frustration.

But he held my wrist to stop me. I turned to face him and eyed him angrily.

"Let me go!" I wanted so much to explode.

But he did not obey what I wanted. Instead, he reached for my face and pulled me in for a kiss.

He angled his face so our noses wouldn't meet.

Before I could push him away, I heard someone speak from the door.

"La madre que te parió!" (Motherfucker!)

I gathered all my strength to push Mew away but it was all too late. Hughie already saw what just happened.