Chapter 1: I Hated Him But My Traitorous p***y Was Soaking For Him
I can’t stand Kane Ryder.
That’s what I keep telling myself as I lie on this stupid prop bed in nothing but a thin silk robe, completely naked underneath. The entire crew is watching. The lights are hot on my skin. And Kane is hovering over me like he owns the scene — shirtless, ripped abs flexing, grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick bulge between his legs.
God, I hate him.
Everyone on set worships him. The makeup girls giggle when he walks by. The director, Lena, practically drools over his “natural charisma.” Even the straight men on crew respect him. But me? I’ve hated him since day one. He’s arrogant, too smooth, too aware of how f*****g hot he is.
“Action!”
His hand slides up my thigh under the robe,
