Tiffany POVThis week has comprised of both sweet torture and immense pleasure. The torture is at the studio where I can’t touch Trevor or even act like we are together, but at night, I’m rewarded with pleasure like I’ve never known before. Why did we wait so long to be together? A small grin plays along my lips as I walk through the store. For some strange reason, I have decided to get Trevor something special to commemorate our first big drama together, while secretly celebrating us graduating to boyfriend/girlfriend status. I push my sunglasses up and walk through the mall, looking for something to jump out at me and scream Trevor’s name. Even though I’ve known him for years, I’m just learning about him from the boyfriend aspect, and I don’t know anything about him besides his godlike body, but I’m eager to learn everything else as quick as possible. My eyes wonder up and down the row of shops, but nothing stands out to me. I stop in front of a jewelry store and scan over t

Trevor POVI shake my head as I stare down at my phone. How did she get my number? Would the director have given it to her? No. I don’t think he would have. I shake my head again. Then how did Rhonda get my number? Good thing I didn’t check my phone when I was home. I don’t want Tiffany to see it. She will go all possessive on me, but I don’t blame her. If she suddenly got messages from some guy who was stalking her, I would go all macho and protective on her, too. I scratch the back of my head while I run through the optional ways she got my number. Ding. My stomach sinks. Another message from her. What am I going to do? I need to tell Tiffany, but I don’t want to. With my focus locked on my phone, I absent-mindedly walk into the studio and head towards the makeup artist. “TREVOR!!”I nearly jump out of my skin and almost drop my phone as I spin around to find the makeup artist marching towards me with a deep scowl etched into her face. My stomach sinks even furthe

Trevor POV I scratch the back of my head as I walk out of the studio building and head for the small park in the center of the property. Jane said she would be there waiting for me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking this morning when I called her and almost begged her to help me take care of this situation with Rhonda. By the time I had phoned her, I had over 100 more messages, along with several pictures of Rhonda in provocative and revealing clothes. Tiffany was right next to me when I was scrolling through them. I thought my girlfriend was going to blow a gasket by the time we got through a few, especially after seeing the pictures. My stomach churned, thinking Tiffany thought it would be something I would like. This vile woman is clearly crazy. I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot Jane sitting on a bench with her back to me, but my relief doesn’t last long when anxiety and dread gnaw away at me, slowly trying to consume my sanity. If Jane can’t help us, I won’t

Trevor POVMy grip tightens around the steering wheel, while my mind races along with my heart. Jane’s words repeat in my head. “So, you are dating Tiffany now.” Her knowing look and triumphant grin tell me I better not lie, even though I’ve made a promise to Tiffany not to tell anyone. I unfortunately break my promise with her and nod my head. “Yes, I am.” Even though a part of me feels guilty for telling Jane, another part of me confidently and proudly answers. I’m not ashamed of being in a relationship with my co-star. I keep my eyes focused on the road and slam my foot down on the accelerator. My baby is drunk and practically alone. She needs me.Kyle might be my friend, but if he is with Cassandra, he is only concerned about his feisty girlfriend. He hasn’t confessed to me about it yet, but the other day when he went to the mall looking for his cute friend with amazing dimples, his exact words, I knew my hunch had been correct. Kyle’s face always lights up when he tal

Tiffany POV I stumble back into the studio building. My mind is still trying to wrap around and register exactly what Jane has said. I don’t want to admit she is right, but can people around us really know without us saying anything? No. It isn’t possible. Kyle’s words come floating back to me, too. He has implied the same thing, but what are the odds they both say the same thing? No. It can’t be possible. Right? “Tiffany! Where have you been? It is time for your scene! Get into place!” The director waves at me from the other side of the set. I raise my hand. “Sorry.” My mind is still a mess, but I pull my thoughts together and remember what scene we are doing next. I shake my head and put on my professional mask, stepping into character. Jane and Kyle’s words eat away at me, but I push it off to the side for now. I have a job to do first. I take a deep breath and silently run through the lines in my head. “Places everyone!” I scurry across the set to m