Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

The break had ended, and the shooting was about to start again. Alan and I sat on the pharmacy floor. We listened to Martha’s instructions before starting the shoot, and when we were ready, we took off our robes and handed them to Jessy.

My hair was now messy and tangled, a deliberate hairstyling by the makeup artist. These were the last two scenes before we could go home. I just hoped the shooting would end soon so I could be free from this torment.

I got into position. My body was lying on the slightly itchy, carpeted floor. Alan kneeled in front of me with both of my legs spread wide. My knees were supported on Alan’s elbows and waist.

Gosh! Even though this was fake, I still felt very exposed in front of Alan. I unintentionally-or well, intentionally-peeked at Alan’s underwear, which was clearly visible to me. The prominent bulge was clearly visible to me.

Damn! Was he really still aroused?

“Fenella! Move closer to Alan so your legs are more visible,” Martha’s voice sounded again through the megaphone.

I moved a bit closer as directed. “Again!” So I leaned my butt closer to Alan’s hips. God, help me. “Again!” I didn’t know what my facial expression was like now, but our hips were truly almost touching. “Okay, that’s enough! Alan, lift Fenella’s legs higher.”

“Gosh, Martha,” I growled softly, truly annoyed with her.

“Yes, okay! Perfect! Hold that position.” People immediately got ready for their positions.

“Why do you look upset?” Alan asked with a lopsided smile etched on his handsome face.

“You told me that you were gay,” I hissed between gritted teeth.

Fortunately, the filming of this scene didn’t focus on my face. They would only highlight my legs, Alan’s face, and half of his body. The rest was covered by the shelves.

“Does that bother you?”

“I was just surprised you could get a boner when you’re with me.” I widened my eyes as he actually pressed his hard bulge against my pussy.

“It’s a biological instinct.” Alan shrugged.

“But you’re supposed to be gay!”

“I can like whoever I want, and I can put my dick wherever I choose.” Alan’s hands gripped my knees tighter, making my heart race.

“That’s not-”

“Everyone quiet!” The assistant director silenced everyone, including me, making me finally stop talking.

No, no, no! This is dangerous!

Alan smiled crookedly at me, and it made my whole body feel like it was burning under his aroused gaze. His grip felt like it was scorching my knees, and my thighs tensed as I tried to hold back the moisture pooling in my groin. In our position, with Alan’s gaze and words, I was sure that he desired me.

Worse, I was tempted by him as well. I could clearly see his firm muscles. Our touching skin at my knees and our position made this scene feel even more real. It was as if I truly wanted to grip his waist and feel those frictional sensations.

“Action!”

My heart was pounding as Alan’s hips began moving back and forth rapidly. He acted extraordinarily, almost too real. His head tilted back, his back arched, and his lips pursed as he grimaced with pleasure.

I couldn’t look! My hand quickly covered my mouth. I was afraid people around us would realize how aroused I was too, as his covered bulge repeatedly grazed against my pussy.

Seconds felt like an eternity. The pharmacist woman watched us act, observing us from different angles. She nodded approvingly.

“This is good,” Alan said.

“Cut, okay!”

Ugh, thank God! I breathed a sigh of relief. However, Alan didn’t immediately release my legs. Instead, he leaned forward and whispered in front of my face.

“How about it, Fenella? It’s not a sin if you want to try with me. I promise to keep it a secret from Laird,” he chuckled softly.

“Stop it.” I pushed Alan’s body, but I was still lying on the floor.

Alan chuckled mischievously. Despite my rough push, he pulled my hand up and helped me stand up.

“Okay, onto the next scene,” Martha shouted through the megaphone before walking over to us.

After giving us some brief instructions, we changed positions again. This time, Alan and I sat facing each other with my buttocks on his thighs. Although our bodies weren’t too close, Alan placed both of his hands on my waist.

This time, the camera angle changed to focus on us from above the shelf. The lower parts of our bodies were covered by the shelf, so only our heads were visible this time. I placed one hand on Alan’s shoulder, while the other held the phone.

“Okay, everyone, get ready in position!”

Alan and I looked into each other’s eyes. We could feel each other’s warm breaths. Alan smiled at me and whispered, “I know you want me. You’re curious, aren’t you?”

My chest continued to rumble. I couldn’t deny that I was nervous about it. But once again, I maintained my loyalty to Laird. This was just a temporary temptation, and it wouldn’t mean anything to me.

I swallowed my saliva and lied, “No. You won’t be able to trap me again.”

“Honesty is your best friend,” he whispered again.

“But you don’t have that. You’re rotten to the core.” I narrowed my eyes to resist all these temptations.

“Everyone quiet! Action!”

Alan and I started moving again. Our bodies moved up and down, and I lifted the phone to my ear.

“Hey, Dad. No, I’m just trying out this new condom with Jason,” I said according to the script. By the way, Jason was a made-up name.

“Yeah, it feels amazing,” I added calmly, as if commenting on a shirt.

“Hey, this soap is half off,” Alan added to my lines as he turned to another shelf and took something from it.

A few seconds passed as we kept moving. “Cut!” The director asked us to redo the scene several times until he was truly satisfied.

“Cut, okay!”

Ugh, finally, it’s okay. Before I could get up, Alan suddenly held onto my back. He gripped my body tightly with his big, sturdy hands.

“My offer still stands, Fenella. You can give it a try before deciding anything. Let’s see if we’re a good match,” he whispered lowly in front of my face.

His breath felt warm, and his gaze was unwavering. Alan was not messing around. He was serious about offering me a hookup with him. I swallowed hard, slightly tempted by the attractiveness that women always praised about him.

It turned out he could truly be aroused by women. Mallory had testified to Alan’s prowess in bed. I couldn’t lie to myself; I was a bit tempted by him.

Yes, honestly, I was curious to taste it. His face leaned in, and our lips almost touched.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.