Chapter 23: Thoughts of her
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Luis cocked an eyebrow at me while he studied me with his hard glare. I could tell that he wanted to say so much but for now, he was staying silent.
My phone jingled on the lounger next to me as I picked it up and saw a new text message from the one and only.
Drake: text me when you get back to the island.
And that was it.
He didn't explain why he left without a word this morning and he definitely didn't mention anything about our little cuddle session from the night before. But, whom am I kidding? We literally had a conversation about how this was just fun for both of us. Why do I keep expecting more out of this?
But, I knew why.
Jason's face came into my mind as I cursed under my breath and shoved thoughts of him away. I seriously couldn't keep letting him in. I ran away from him for a reason and I would never go back to that piece of shit.
Texting Drake back, I replied with a simple; okay.
When I looked back up, Luis was studying me and it caught me by surprise. I hated it when he silently watched me as if he were trying to read my mind. And the crazy part was that most of the time, he knew exactly what was going on inside this head of mine.
"Stop it," Luis scolded.
"Stop what?"
Luis swung his legs and sat up, leaning forward to take my hands in his. He stared deep into my eyes before he said what I said didn't need him to say.
"Jason can't hurt you anymore, Lynn. He's on the other side of the country and he hasn't tried to reach you at all. He knows that you're done with him. Stop letting that monster invade your mind. "Not all men are like him."
My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared at my best friend. He could say whatever he wanted, but I knew deep down that most men , in fact, they were like Jason. I just haven't figured out if Drake was one of them or not yet. What i knew, he was a porn star and it was all about sex.
But again, I'm just having fun with Drake. Nothing more and nothing less. I guess I was going to have to end this a lot sooner than I wanted to. I didn't want to find out if Drake was another Jason and I refused to go that far down the rabbit hole again.
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DRAKE'S POV.
Kristoff snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from a daydream state right of mind thinking about Lynn and that sweet ass of hers. I'd only been away from the yacht for a few hours and I was already having a mental breakdown thinking about her. The single word response from her only made me wonder if I had done something wrong. I can't think about that kind of shit, though, as she and I are not in a relationship. Acquaintances with benefits, because we're not friends, don't think they did something wrong and then worry if they did.
"Where the hell is that mind of yours now, Drake?" Kristoff asked, pausing the video from yesterday's filming from the yacht.
This was usually my favorite part of the job, finding the right angles and scenes before putting them all together for a smaller version from a day worth of fucking. But today, I was not feeling the edits and watching myself on screen getting a blow job from a chick that wasn't Lynn made me completely uninterested.
"You know you can talk to me," kristoff urged, speaking as if he was my father. "Does this have anything to do with that beautiful woman I saw you chumming up to on the yacht?"
I hate it when he tries to be all fatherly with me. He isn't abs and will never be my father. And speaking of that prick, I didn't want to think about him either. Last I heard, he was serving a ten year prison sentence for assaulting a store owner after he tried to rob the place; his big fifth offence.
"That's none of your business, kristoff." I stood from my seat and walked to the hotel room's window and stared out at the ocean, seeing the familiar yacht docking at the shoreline. My heart raced in my chest knowing that Lynn was back and hoping that she'd text me soon.
Kristoff sighed as he approached me and stood to stare out the window with me.
"I get that this is a lonely profession, Drake, but I can't have my star distracted by a piece of ass right now. The awards show for the best male performance is coming up this year and I need you to be on your A game." He slapped my back as my jaw clenched. "Besides, you can have any woman you want. Don't let a single sexy woman with a tight pussy ruin everything you've worked so hard for."
"Don't fucking talk about her like that," I snapped as I felt my patience beginning to thin.
"Ha! So it is about her?"
I felt my hand ball up at my side and I swear if he says another thing about her, I'm going to deck him in his stupid fucking face. I mean, who the hell does he think he is?! He'd be nothing without me! Before I came to this studio, he was a piss ant of an assistant that everyone laughed at. If he keeps pushing my buttons, I'll shut this whole production down and he can fuck right the hell off.
"Drake, brother...." Kristoff began, holding his hands up in surrender, "I didn't mean to upset you. I've just never seen you this way before. I worry about you."
I scoffed, shaking my head at him. Ofcourse, he's never seen me like this before! Usually, I keep to myself besides all the parties I throw. These people only know what I want them to know about me.
