Trevor POVOn the other side of the studio, someone screams for someone. I jolt, and my heart races. My eyes dart back and forth, scanning the area and looking for any sign of the witch. Ever since the day I hid from Rhonda on the set, I’m jumpy and nervous. Any little noise has me almost jolting up and running for a hiding spot. What is happening to me? Tiffany has asked me several times if I’m alright, but I can’t bring myself to tell her I think I’m going crazy from all this nonsense. The evil witch has done more damage to my mental health than anything I’ve gone through before. I pat my chest, hoping my thundering heart will slow down before it jumps out of my chest. When will this end? Please tell me it will end soon. Tiffany steps up beside me. Concern flashes across her face, as she stares at me and asks, “Trevor, are you alright? You don’t look so good.”I take a shaky breath, which I try to hide from her. “Yeah. I’m fine.” The unevenness in my tone contradicts
Tiffany POVIt has been a couple of weeks, but Trevor is still jumpy. Jane and the director have done a good job of keeping unwanted visitors out of the studio and off the set. But it still hasn’t helped when people scream instructions or directions. I’ve lost count of the number of times Trevor has jolted and stiffened while his eyes dart back and forth looking for the one person who has caused this entire nightmare. I don’t even want to say her name anymore.The director calls out in a soft voice, “Trevor, it is time.”I glance beside me. A flicker of panic washes across his face before a calmness settles in. My heart aches. Why did the stupid witch have to cause him so many problems? I bite my lower lip, fighting back the urge to wrap my arm around him. Many times, recently, when I see fear in his eyes, I don’t care who is looking, and I comfort him, no matter what it takes. The director turns towards me. “Tiffany, you aren’t in this scene, but get ready. You will be in
Trevor POV I wipe my sweaty palms down my pant legs while my gaze stays locked across the coffee table on Dr. Heartland. He is older than I thought he would be. His salt and pepper hair and the wrinkles etched into his face give me confidence he might be able to help me without him saying a word. He pushes his glasses up and clears his throat. “Is it alright if I record our session? I like to go back to them later and review them again, looking for things I might have missed the first time around.” I lick my lips and nod, while I run my hands down the front of my pants again. “Yes. That is fine.” He starts the recorder and places it in the middle of the coffee table. “This is a confidential session with Trevor in his changing room at the studio where he is currently filming.” He looks at the tablet in his hand and then up at me before he asks, “Can you please tell me what situation has happened which has prompted you to seek my help?” This is it. I take a deep breath.
Tiffany POVAn uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as I pull up to the studio. We have only a few more weeks of filming and then the drama will be done. Trevor has been talking with Dr. Heartland several times each week these past couple of weeks, and his jumpiness has calmed down. But he still isn’t back to his normal self, which makes my heart ache. Will he ever be able to get back to his normal self? The security is tighter at the studio now, and at any locations we might go to. No matter the number of big, burly men standing guard, I can’t shake this feeling the witch hasn’t given up yet. I hope I’m wrong, but I think I’m starting to be just as paranoid as Trevor is.Jane pats my arm. “Tiffany, is there something on your mind? You seem to be lost in thought.”I shake my head. “Not really. I was wondering how long Trevor is going to have to talk with the doctor. He is getting better.”She nods. “Yes, he is, but he isn’t back to his old self. It might take
Trevor POV My heart races and I blink, hoping this entire conversation is a figment of my imagination, but it isn’t. It is real. My palms glisten with sweat. “You want me to do what? I thought all the events and fan meets were canceled. Why didn’t you tell me there was still some scheduled?” My chest tightens, and the shrill voice that haunts my dreams rings in my ears. This can’t be happening to me. Jane stares back at me. Concern fills her eyes. “I told you about this. I’ve also talked to Tiffany about it, too. The fans want more, and I was wondering if the two of you can show off a little PDA. Not too much, but enough for the fans to scream and jump for joy.” Her eyebrows furrow together. “I thought the sessions with Dr. Heartland were helping.” My throat tightens, and I gasp for air. “They are, but this…” My voice trails off, and my mind goes blank. I blink and shake my head. “I don’t know about this.” My voice fades to a whisper. “She might be there.”
Tiffany POV Trevor’s luscious lips devour me, and I eagerly let my desire consume me. My fingers rake through his short black hair while pulling him closer to me. I rock my hips, looking for the ultimate pleasure of our bodies rubbing against each other. “Ahh…” My soft moan is quickly gobbled up by him before he thrusts his tongue deep into my dark cavern, tasting every nook and cranny. Fire ignites within me while his large hands grope my back and pull me tighter against him. Faint gasps float through the air, but I ignore them. Our bodies melt together, but it isn’t enough. I need him buried deep inside of me, calling out my name. Trevor breaks our passionate kiss and whispers, “More. I need more.” He dives to my neck and devours my sensitive skin. As his moist lips latch onto the delicate skin right under my ear, a wave of pleasure surges through me, igniting every part of me on fire. My head falls slightly back as a needy and demanding moan escapes me. “Ahh…
Rhonda POV I hope this information is worth all the money I have paid for it. My gaze drifts down the length of the mall to a small staged setup at the other end. It is only a few more minutes before Trevor and his group will arrive. According to the information I was given, he should walk right past me to go to the small waiting area they have set up a short distance from the stage. Giggles bubble within me, and I fight back the urge to let it free. This is really happening. I’m finally going to see Trevor again. My fingers itch to run through his shiny, dark hair. I could sit for hours staring into his warm, tender brown eyes. Pleasure pulses through me as an image of me capturing his luscious lips pops into my mind. Why stop at his lips? I will devour him whole. It is only a matter of time now. After a few minutes, I can’t hold it any longer and squeal like a schoolgirl about to meet her crush for the first time. It has been so long since I’ve last touched his tan skin
Trevor POV My heart races as I force a smile. I try to pay attention to the MC, but my eyes dart back and forth over the crowd, looking for anything suspicious. The event is almost over, and so far, I have seen no sign of my stalker. If only my luck can hold out for a little longer, the event will end, and I’ll be safely back in the van driving away. The crowd cheers, and my breath hitches. Mentally, I chant to myself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Tiffany pats my back, and the crowd cheers. I pull what energy I need from her warm touch and push aside the small pulse of panic clawing to take a hold of me. As if I’m running on autopilot, I move around the stage and talk, but nothing really sticks in my brain. It is like a movie flashing by. I breathe a small sigh of relief when the event is finally done. Now, the only remaining task is to get out of here and back into the van without being stopped by the crazy lady. Tiffany and I do our last wave to the crowd and take a