Wardrobe Malfunction
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“Oh, no worries. I’ll see if I have one here.”
She goes off rummaging through drawers. I slip off the jacket, tossing it onto a chair, kick off the shoes, and start unbuttoning the shirt.
“I don’t seem to have one. But don’t worry. I’ll call Charly and have her run one over for you.”
While I’m happy that I’ll get to see Charly, I’m not exactly thrilled at the fact that she’s coming to bring me a cock sock.
I step into the changing room and pull the curtain across.
I hear Ava on the phone while I change.
“Charly, the cock sock is missing from Vaughn’s items needed for today’s take. No, it’s okay. Don’t worry; no problem at all. Yeah, that’s fine.”
Dressed, I pull the curtain back and step out with the rest of the clothes, tossing them onto the same chair as the jacket.
“Charly’s just on her way back to wardrobe now. She’ll be about ten minutes, so she’s going to bring it to set for you, if that’s okay?”
“That’s fine.” I push my feet into the shoes and head for the door.
“See you later,” I say to Ava.
I walk across the lot and back onto set where Natasha is having her makeup retouched.
I sit down on the seat beside her. She’s wearing a dressing gown. She has it worse than me. She’s been dressed in a bra and panties all morning. At least I’ve gotten to wear a suit for most of it.
A makeup artist comes over and starts retouching my makeup.
“How are you doing?” Natasha asks.
“Good.”
“Feeling okay about this next scene?”
“Fake fucking in front of fifty-plus people? Walk in the park.” I slide a look at her, and she laughs.
“Never gets any less weird, does it?”
“Nope,” I reply. “How’s the family doing?” I ask, changing the subject to something lighter.
“Good. Brody just cut his first tooth.” She gets her cell from the pocket of her gown and pulls up a picture to show me.
I lean over to take a look. “Good-looking kid. See he takes after you and not Carter.”
“I’ll tell Carter you said so.”
I laugh. “How is Carter?”
“He’s good. It’s just hard for me, being away from him and Brody so soon after having him, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to do this film.”
“Yeah, I get that.” And I do.
“How’s your family?”
“Good,” I tell her. “My sister is finally getting married next month. They’ve only been together for fifteen years and have three kids.”
“Better late than never.” She laughs. “That’s your oldest sister, right? The one who got engaged a while back?”
“Yeah, Sasha.”
I have two sisters, both older than me—Sasha and Meg. Both the bane of my existence growing up, but now, I couldn’t imagine life without them.
Sasha and Greg, her fiancé, are going to get married at my parents’ place, where I grew up, in Keno, Oregon. My mom and dad have a farm there; it’s been in my family for generations. It’s also where I have my ranch—the only home I own. Not many people know about it. I had it built out on the furthest reach of my parents’ land. It’s private, just like I wanted.
I’m really close to my family—my mom and dad, Sasha and Greg, Meg and her husband, Vic, along with my nieces and nephews, and my grandma. She’s the best. Absolutely batshit crazy, but I love her for it.
My family is the only sane thing I have in this fucked up existence I call my life.
“Vaughn.”
Her voice touches me like her hands have brushed my skin.
I glance up to see Charly standing beside me.
God, she’s stunning.
“I have the sock for you.” She holds the cock sock out for me.
And the moment is killed.
I take the sock from her. “Thanks.”
I want to talk more to her, but I need to keep my distance, and I really need to get my head in the scene.
“I’m gonna go put this on,” I tell Natasha.
I get up and walk away, heading for the restroom, without acknowledging Charly even though it pains me to do so.
Vaughn
The cameras are rolling. Music is pumping out in the makeshift club on set, The Weeknd’s “Starboy” thrumming in my ears. Natasha—or as I should say, Lexi—is currently gyrating on my lap, dancing for me—well, for my character, Drew Asher.
Only thing is…I can’t seem to get my head in the scene and off Charly.
I don’t get why she’s infecting my thoughts so much. It has to be because I can’t have her. Forbidden fruit and all that.
I force myself back into character. On cue, Drew gets to his feet, picking up Lexi, and carries her over to the bar where he deposits her on the top, none too gently.
Personally, I would take a little more care of my woman, but this isn’t me. This is Drew, and Drew’s an asshole; therefore, I’m currently an asshole.
Well, I am an asshole, too. Just not in bed. I like to make sure my woman is happy and taken care of, putting her needs before my own.
Lexi pulls Drew into her body, using her legs wrapped around his waist.
Drew kisses her hard. His fingers buried deep in her hair, controlling the action.
A flash of kissing Charly like this appears in my mind.
Holding her like this, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
She goes off rummaging through drawers. I slip off the jacket, tossing it onto a chair, kick off the shoes, and start unbuttoning the shirt.
“I don’t seem to have one. But don’t worry. I’ll call Charly and have her run one over for you.”
While I’m happy that I’ll get to see Charly, I’m not exactly thrilled at the fact that she’s coming to bring me a cock sock.
I step into the changing room and pull the curtain across.
I hear Ava on the phone while I change.
“Charly, the cock sock is missing from Vaughn’s items needed for today’s take. No, it’s okay. Don’t worry; no problem at all. Yeah, that’s fine.”
Dressed, I pull the curtain back and step out with the rest of the clothes, tossing them onto the same chair as the jacket.
“Charly’s just on her way back to wardrobe now. She’ll be about ten minutes, so she’s going to bring it to set for you, if that’s okay?”
“That’s fine.” I push my feet into the shoes and head for the door.
“See you later,” I say to Ava.
I walk across the lot and back onto set where Natasha is having her makeup retouched.
I sit down on the seat beside her. She’s wearing a dressing gown. She has it worse than me. She’s been dressed in a bra and panties all morning. At least I’ve gotten to wear a suit for most of it.
A makeup artist comes over and starts retouching my makeup.
“How are you doing?” Natasha asks.
“Good.”
“Feeling okay about this next scene?”
“Fake fucking in front of fifty-plus people? Walk in the park.” I slide a look at her, and she laughs.
“Never gets any less weird, does it?”
“Nope,” I reply. “How’s the family doing?” I ask, changing the subject to something lighter.
“Good. Brody just cut his first tooth.” She gets her cell from the pocket of her gown and pulls up a picture to show me.
I lean over to take a look. “Good-looking kid. See he takes after you and not Carter.”
“I’ll tell Carter you said so.”
I laugh. “How is Carter?”
“He’s good. It’s just hard for me, being away from him and Brody so soon after having him, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to do this film.”
“Yeah, I get that.” And I do.
“How’s your family?”
“Good,” I tell her. “My sister is finally getting married next month. They’ve only been together for fifteen years and have three kids.”
“Better late than never.” She laughs. “That’s your oldest sister, right? The one who got engaged a while back?”
“Yeah, Sasha.”
I have two sisters, both older than me—Sasha and Meg. Both the bane of my existence growing up, but now, I couldn’t imagine life without them.
Sasha and Greg, her fiancé, are going to get married at my parents’ place, where I grew up, in Keno, Oregon. My mom and dad have a farm there; it’s been in my family for generations. It’s also where I have my ranch—the only home I own. Not many people know about it. I had it built out on the furthest reach of my parents’ land. It’s private, just like I wanted.
I’m really close to my family—my mom and dad, Sasha and Greg, Meg and her husband, Vic, along with my nieces and nephews, and my grandma. She’s the best. Absolutely batshit crazy, but I love her for it.
My family is the only sane thing I have in this fucked up existence I call my life.
“Vaughn.”
Her voice touches me like her hands have brushed my skin.
I glance up to see Charly standing beside me.
God, she’s stunning.
“I have the sock for you.” She holds the cock sock out for me.
And the moment is killed.
I take the sock from her. “Thanks.”
I want to talk more to her, but I need to keep my distance, and I really need to get my head in the scene.
“I’m gonna go put this on,” I tell Natasha.
I get up and walk away, heading for the restroom, without acknowledging Charly even though it pains me to do so.
Vaughn
The cameras are rolling. Music is pumping out in the makeshift club on set, The Weeknd’s “Starboy” thrumming in my ears. Natasha—or as I should say, Lexi—is currently gyrating on my lap, dancing for me—well, for my character, Drew Asher.
Only thing is…I can’t seem to get my head in the scene and off Charly.
I don’t get why she’s infecting my thoughts so much. It has to be because I can’t have her. Forbidden fruit and all that.
I force myself back into character. On cue, Drew gets to his feet, picking up Lexi, and carries her over to the bar where he deposits her on the top, none too gently.
Personally, I would take a little more care of my woman, but this isn’t me. This is Drew, and Drew’s an asshole; therefore, I’m currently an asshole.
Well, I am an asshole, too. Just not in bed. I like to make sure my woman is happy and taken care of, putting her needs before my own.
Lexi pulls Drew into her body, using her legs wrapped around his waist.
Drew kisses her hard. His fingers buried deep in her hair, controlling the action.
A flash of kissing Charly like this appears in my mind.
Holding her like this, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
