Lahat ng Kabanata ng IRRESISTIBLE PLEASURES: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

NOAHI stood in the big rehearsal loft all by myself, waiting. The place smelled like old dust and wood that had been there a long time. My hands were already sweaty. I wiped them on my jeans again and again. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest.I still could not believe I was here. Me, Noah Ellis. The guy who used to do tiny plays in small rooms where only ten people came. Now I was going to act with Adrian Cole. Adrian Cole! The biggest actor in the whole country. Everyone knew his face. People paid a lot of money just to see him on a screen. And somehow the director picked me to be the other lead with him.I felt so happy I almost wanted to jump up and down. At the same time I felt so scared. What if I said the lines wrong? What if he looked at me and thought I was not good enough? What if he hated working with someone like me? My stomach felt tight and twisty. I kept looking at the door, waiting for him to walk in.Then the door opened.Adri

NOAHI woke up that morning already nervous. Today we had to shoot the big kissing scene. The director said he wanted real hunger. Not just a soft movie kiss. He wanted it to look like the characters could not wait another second to taste each other. My stomach felt tight all morning. Every time I thought about kissing Adrian for real in front of the cameras my heart started beating too fast.We were on a closed set. Only a few people around. The lights were bright and hot. I wore the thin costume trousers they gave me. Adrian stood across from me looking calm like always. But I kept remembering last night in the kitchen. The way he kissed me. The way his hand felt around my cock. My body already felt warm just from standing near him.The director clapped his hands. “Okay. Full kiss this time. Make it hungry. Start from the hair grab. Action!”Adrian’s hand slid into my hair exactly on the mark. His fingers felt strong. He pulled my face closer and our mouths met. The first take was c

NOAH We stayed on the couch a long time after he came inside me. The living room was dark except for a little light from the hallway. Our bodies were sticky and warm against each other. I could still feel him leaking out of me. His fingers kept moving slow up and down my back. Finally I turned my head a little so my mouth was close to his chest. “Why did you stop letting people touch you?” I asked soft. I was scared he would shut down again but I needed to know. Adrian was quiet for a long moment. His hand did not stop moving on my skin. When he spoke his voice was low and rough in the dark. “Almost ten years,” he said. “I haven’t let anyone get this close in almost a decade. The ice is easier. People can’t hurt you if you never let them in. Being cold keeps everything simple. No scandals. No broken pieces to clean up later. I got good at it.” My heart hurt hearing that. I pressed closer to him. “That sounds lonely.” “It was,” he admitted. “Still is sometimes. But it worked. Unti

Chapter 7NOAHRyan was a co-star. He was charming and ambitious and he noticed everything. He saw the way Adrian looked at me between takes. He saw how close we stood when the cameras were not rolling. One afternoon after a scene he walked over while I was still catching my breath.“You two have crazy chemistry,” Ryan said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. “Almost makes a guy jealous.” His hand landed on my arm and stayed there longer than it needed to. His fingers squeezed once. “If you ever want to run lines with someone else, I’m around.”I stepped back a little. “Thanks. I’m good.”Ryan’s smile widened. “Just saying. Adrian’s not the only one who can help a new guy out.”I felt eyes on us. When I glanced over Adrian was standing near the monitors. His face looked calm but his eyes were cold and sharp. He had seen the whole thing. My stomach flipped with a mix of worry and something hotter.The rest of the day felt tense. Adrian barely spoke to me on set. Every time Ryan w

NOAHThe photo hit the internet while we were still asleep. By the time the sun came up it was everywhere. Someone with a long camera lens had taken a picture of us leaving a late dinner the night before. In the photo Adrian’s hand rested on the back of my neck. Our faces were turned toward each other, only a few inches apart, like we were about to kiss right there on the public sidewalk. It looked soft and private and real. People shared it thousands of times before we even woke up. My phone started ringing first. Then Adrian’s phone joined in. Message after message. Call after call. The managers were panicked. One after another they told us the photo looked too intimate. They said our careers were on the line. They reminded us for the hundredth time that nothing real was allowed between us. One manager told me straight to my face that if this kept happening I would never get another big role. Another told Adrian that his perfect clean image, the one he had protected for years, was