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Dropping to crouch in the porcelain tub, warm water battered RJ’s back while his soaked hair fell to the sides of his jaw. His hands covered his face as soft sobs left his throat, reminiscing on what he was forced to witness prior. Each and every motion, every little sound, and the bitter-cold feeling of being deceived. It hit him over and over and over again like a leather whip, tearing up the relationship him and Lorraine had been building. It all shattered on a dime through his eyes, and that camera on his dresser had captured it all. It was forever etched in stone and engraved upon his heart. Something he could never unsee, something that could never be undone…
Pulling his right hand away from his face, he used the left to comb back his locks and rested it on the side of the bathtub. His blue eyes studied the knobs before him as a wave of pure anger flushed his veins, overriding the emotional downpour his brain was flooded in. How dare she? They had not even shared a moment of intimacy more than prolonged kissing and subtle touches, yet she was willing to go further with someone stranger. She gambled with their relationship without a second thought. That really spoke values of where her loyalties lied. And he had it.
It was not fair, and it could not go dismissed. He would have his share despite the memory he kept seeing behind his eyes in burning red.
Through slight panting, he then made up his mind and reached for the faucet. He took a stand and pushed past the white curtain to retrieve his towel prior to stepping out onto the wooden flooring. He squeezed out the excess water from his dark hair but did not bother to dry it any further and tended to his bare figure. Once he was done, he collected his clothes and exited the bathroom.
Cool air coursed about Nichols’ naked figure, but his wrath had his blood boiling beneath his skin. He slipped past his bedroom door into the dim room, softly shutting it behind him. Putting his clothes on the dresser, he stalked up to his side of the bed. His eyes studied Lorraine’s sleeping figure, awakening the dormant dominance resting within his biology. She would never dare turn on him again.
Like a serpent, he slithered up onto the mattress and leaned over her upper body with a watering mouth. Her calming scent rushed his senses, beckoning him to start his session sooner rather than later. Leaning on his left, he used his right hand to carefully brush her dark hair from her face before easing down to begin closing the space between the two of them. Her brow slightly hardened but relaxed within the next second. But as he kept his place over her, he forgot about his wet tresses that fell in slick, gentle curls near his shoulders.
Cold water droplets coaxed the brunette awake with her brow twitching once more followed by a soft moan. Her lashes parted sleepily, and she twisted her neck to look up; the silhouette of her boyfriend’s head and shoulders led her into a groggy question. “RJ? What are you doing?”
But he just sealed the space, pressing his lips to hers.
As they parted, her voice was now captured by a concerned note. “RJ, what is it?” This was not like him at all, especially in the middle of the night.
Nichols only responded with a kiss to her cheek. While she rolled over onto her back for a better grip on the situation, he pushed further and ducked down to tend to her jawline and neck.
“RJ…,” Lorraine breathed, trying to casually push him away. “Stop.” But being ignored, her mind went into panic mode when he swung his leg over to straddle her lower body; she shoved his chest with her palms. “RJ! ”
Blue eyes finally found her mocha ones.
“Stop it. This isn’t like you.” She looked from one crystal orb to the other, hopeful for any trace of realization to be found.
He only scoffed. “I thought the same about you, Lorraine. I thought you were a real nice girl, and we had somethin’. But then you up and go do it with Jackson, not givin’ a damn about what that might do to me.” Seeing a victimized expression faze her countenance, he shook his head. “Wayne was right: ain’t none of you nice girls. And if you wanna be dirty, you should’ve done it with me to begin with.” He lowered his face to hers, the pitch in his vocals lowering to a growl. “Now, you show me what it was like.”
Day was not given a chance to react, let alone respond before the other dominated her. He ripped off the blankets concealing her lower half.
She tried to keep her voice firm while he attacked her neck once more and put pressure on his collarbone again. “No, get off of me.” Then came his bare hips dropping for his member to stroke her upper thighs. “RJ, get off.” It was not until he reached for her nightgown’s hem when the feeling of cool air rushing up spiked her heart rate. “Please,” she begged with a wince at his teeth now sucking her skin. When she took another shot at shoving him off, he pushed her dress up to her waist before hooking his fingers underneath the band of her underwear. She bucked her hips, her breath leaving her lungs. “Stop it!”
“That man-whore gets to know how it feels, before I do?” he verbally jabbed in between his kissing and tugged at the garment. “I’m your boyfriend, Lorraine. It matters what I think.”
“It was acting, that’s all it was. I never meant to hurt you!”
“Well, you did,” growled RJ, quickly getting her panties down, so he could fulfill his desire. “And now you get what you wanted.” And overthrowing her submissive strength, he forced himself into her with a groan.
The brunette beneath him was sent into a writhing fit. “RJ-ahay-hay!” she fought in shocked cries, feeling his bulge infiltrate her entrance while his damp hair snaked around her throat. This was not the RJ she knew or had fallen for. It was like he was possessed, having lost his mind to resentment and selfish anger. Yes, he had been short and snappy with her after filming, but it was as if the late-night hours had him snapping in a flash – like a wolf on a full-moon night.
In honest terms, it was scaring the hell out of her.
As Nichols attempted to ease in and out of her, she could not help but tense up; her muscles contracted, and a whimper escaped her lips prior to calling out. “Sto-aho-ahop, please!” She bucked her hips again as her vulva spazzed uncomfortably, leading her to release a pained moan.
On hearing her uncontrolled noises, he lifted his upper body and spoke through bared teeth. “I thought you wanted it? I thought you liked what you saw?” She was still new to the so-called “sex life,” given that tonight was the first time she had ever tried. This was just her second time, but anyone would believe it was her first by the way her body was reacting.
But she refused his taunting and dug her heels into the bed. “It hur-ahur-ahurts!” She was unaware of her sound range, but that was the last thing on her mind. She did not want to be anywhere near him right now. She was desperate for relief, desperate for defense, and desperate for the RJ she knew several hours ago. He was acting totally mad, and she could not take it.
In between her fighting struggle, she pressed her head back into her pillow. “Wayne! Maxi-ahi-ahine!” Tears blurred her vision while the other handled her with more force.
“Help me-hehehehe!” Her scream gave way to silver streams falling from her eyes. Then she was captured in an angry kiss. She felt his hands grab a hold of her waist and screwed her eyes shut, a muffled sob piercing the dark room.
Never did she ever think RJ was capable of something like this. She never thought he would even do something like this… to her.
When they broke apart, Lorraine was faced with those ocean eyes once more. She jerked her head to the side, panting in broken sobs as her boyfriend towered over her. “Get aw-ah-ahoff me,” she demanded again, pushing against his bare chest threatening to brush her clothed one. “RJ-aaaaaaaaaay! ”
He only drove his penis in and out of her, rhythmically, determined to loosen her and make her accept him. He ignored her pleas and tested her limits – all because she chose to be “one of them,” he was being blinded by a manifesting rage that was dangerously toying with his mentality.
Just as slammed her head back to let a hopeless, exclaiming cry shake her vocal cords, he had one last thrust before a new voice howled into the room.
“What the hell?!”
Day threw her eyes to the door and found Wayne with Maxine behind him. Shock collided with their expressions as their discovery completely caught them off guard, but she did not waste another second as her shriek echoed throughout the small cabin. “Get him away from me!”
With Nichols showing no signs of stopping anytime soon, Gilroy darted over to pull him off of the small brunette. “Hey! Get off her, man!” His strong arms fastened around the other’s naked torso and yanked him free from Lorraine’s trembling body, nearly taking the attacker and himself to the floor.
“God damn...” he grunted, but when a heavy growl rumbled in RJ’s throat before attempting to lunge again, Jackson backed him in holding off the 23-year-old.
From the bed, the victim, still captured in tears and vocal gasps, sat up and resituated her underwear properly prior to fleeing the mattress and running towards Minx and Bobby-Lynne near the doorway. Her chest fluttered with adrenaline-driven anxiety as she was lured into the security of the blonde’s arms. “He’s gone fucking crazy!” she cried out in horror at the addressed being’s naked figure restrained by the two older men.
“RJ, damn it! The hell’s gotten into you?” spat Wayne while Hole shook his head.
“Come on, man. Don’t be like this.”
Nichols whipped his head towards the actor on his left flank. “Easy for you to say, you son-of-a-bitch! You had the pleasure of ballin’ my girlfriend!” He jerked his shoulder to loosen the grip on his right limb to swing at Jackson but was restricted by the other man’s grip.
“Take it easy, now, hoss,” strained Gilroy and followed up with, “It’s only a scene in the movie. It ain’t like she actually did it with him. I thought you recognized that.”
“I didn’t want it in the first place,” snapped the other. “She wasn’t even supposed to be in the damn movie!”
The accused actor just kept quiet as his partner spoke for him. “Well, there ain’t no reason to get all bent outta shape for somethin’ you got no control over.” While RJ’s panting was still strong, he kept his fighting at a steady level, listening to Wayne’s words with a half-heart.
“It’s your movie, but you can’t make Church Mouse do what you want. Like I said, she’s gonna go on and do it with God knows how many people, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do. It’s her life, RJ, and if you wanna be in it, you gotta learn to respect what she wants.”
The stripped director dropped his head, finally easing up on his resistance.
“You can get mad all you want, and even hate her too,” Gilroy added with his voice adjusting to a softer tone for his next line. “But she’s gonna do what she’s gonna do. There ain’t a damn thing you can do about that.”
Although this did have Nichols stopping in his tracks to think about what he had done, he would never forget this night, and he may never forgive Lorraine. He would always love her, but as far as right now went, he could never look at her the same.
While the two men released him, he could feel the rush of emotional dismay threatening to flood his system once more, and heard the 42-year-old’s voice again.
“Why don’t you go put some clothes on, and settle down, now.”
But he just scoffed. This was bullshit, and he would not stay to fight with them on it anymore. Of course, they would not understand. They did not want to understand, and that was his cue to leave. “I’m done,” he responded and pushed himself up to grab his clothes from the dresser to leave the room, refusing to make eye-contact with anyone in the room. He had a new plan now – get dressed, grab the truck’s keys from the kitchen counter, and leave this God-forsaken property.
He was done with it all. Done with the movie. Done with the drama. Done with Lorraine Day.
And God help anyone who dares try to change his mind.
“I’m fucking done.”
The slam of the bathroom door made Lorraine jump in Parker’s arms as the actress comforted her by gently shushing her and stroking her hair. Everything felt like a movie in itself. How could he walk away from everything? From all the work he had put into making his movie? From her?
A stifled cry pushed past her quivering lips while watching the doorway with glassy, mocha orbs and one thought played on a record in her mind.
“That’s not my RJ.”