"What the-? How did-?" he began several sentences, but never finished them. I just stood there waiting. "Where did you get that?" he finally managed to say, shock still painted on his face.
"Why does it matter, 'Adonis'?" I spat, "YOU'RE A LIAR!" I yelled, feeling all of the pent-up frustrations I felt began to surface.
"I am NOT a liar!" he declared, "You asked me what I did for a living and I told you I was an entertainer! THAT'S THE TRUTH!"
"OH, WELL FORGIVE ME IF I DIDN'T CONSIDER THE FACT THAT YOU FUCKED PEOPLE FOR A LIVING...." I yelled, heat rising to my cheeks. "YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN A FUCKIN PROSTITUTE! THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT DISEASES YOU'VE GOT AND HAVE GIVEN TO ME!"
"Look, I see what you're saying, but I can assure you that neither you or I have any diseases unless you've contracted some while I was away..." he threw a pointed look in my direction.
"WHAT? HOW CAN YOU EVEN SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THIS SITUATION? WHEN WE FIRST HAD SEX, YOU SAID I WAS YOUR'S, IT WAS ONLY NATURAL TO THINK THAT THE SAME THINGS APPLIED TO YOU AS WELL, AND WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING? FUCKING OTHER WOMEN, ON CAMERA NO LESS! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ACCUSE ME OF ANYTHING, YOU NASTY BASTARD!" The words poured from the very center of my being. I didn't care if I hurt him, he hurt me a thousand times more. My boyfriend was fucking other women and, to add a sick twist to everything, people all over the world were getting off to it. My last insult was too much for him, he stood up and grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall.
"Look here, Bitch," he growled, "I told you I didn't have anything and you had better not, either."
"How do you know that you haven't caught anything from those sluts?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper underneath his grip.
"For your information: We do regular health checks that you have to pass in order to perform and I have never gotten anything from anyone, so technically, I took a bigger risk fucking you than any of 'those sluts'," he said with a smirk.
As angry as he was with me, I guess my scared expression and my outfit still had an effect on him because he suddenly leaned in and gave me a hard, rough kiss. I felt him force his tongue in my mouth and begin squeezing my hips and ass. "Listen, Kya, I love you and I want you to know that no matter who I fuck on set, I will always be your's," he said as his hazel eyes burned into mine. He leaned in to kiss me again, I gave in. As we kissed, a moan escaped my mouth, emerging from deep inside my throat. He picked me up and pushed me against the wall again. I put my legs around his waist. He pulled the top of my dress down and began to kiss my breasts. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly stand it!