Pretend it's Love
“Ohh yes… fck, fck me harder, daddy…” The costume assistant moaned as Ryan Kane kept his rhythm, her legs locked around his waist, and her nails digging into his back.He let out a deep, short grunt. The kind that came more from release than pleasure. As he came, he exhaled hard through his nose and leaned back.She lay there on the makeup table, with her hair a mess, her face flushed.“Uhmm, thanks, daddy,” she said with a satisfied grin.Ryan smirked as he zipped up his pants. “Don’t thank me. You’re the one who begged.”She laughed lightly, stretching. “You always this generous on shoot days?”He checked the mirror, and fixed his shirt collar. “Only when I’m bored.”A knock hit the door.“Ryan, you’re up in ten minutes!” a crew member called.“Okay!” he shouted back.He glanced at her again, raising an eyebrow. “Round two?”She giggled, hopping down and adjusting her skirt. “Tempting, but I’d rather not get fired today.”Ryan shrugged and grabbed his jacket. “It was fun, Rachel.”She blinked. “It’s Chloe.”He paused. “Close enough.” And walked out.
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The set was chaos—it was the final day of a period drama shot in Savannah, Georgia. Crew running, extras everywhere, lights overheating. His manager, Vic Rosario, was already yelling.“Ryan, you memorized your damn lines or am I gonna have to feed them to you through an earpiece again?”“Relax, I got it.” Ryan sipped his iced coffee, unfazed.“Producers want this clean. One last scene. Do not f*ck this up. It’s a wrap today.”Ryan gave a lazy salute. “Can’t wait to get back to LA. My bed misses me.”Vic rolled his eyes. “Your bed or the five girls in it?”Ryan just smirked.
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That Night – Los Angeles
The music was loud enough to rattle your ribs. The club was already full. Velvet ropes. Neon lights. Private booths.Ryan walked into Club Tryst like he owned the place, flanked by his two closest friends—Dean, and Caleb
“The prince of P*ssyville returns,”
Dean announced.
“Bend the knee,” Ryan said, smirking as girls waved and a bottle girl hugged him.They settled into VIP. Bottles were popped. Legs draped over his lap. Music pulsed.Caleb clinked his glass to his. “To your freedom. End of the shoot, back to your throne.”“Amen,” Ryan Said aloud laughing.
A group of women walked in, all models or influencers. One in a red dress leaned close.“We got you a gift,” Dean said, nudging his shoulder. “Pick your poison. Or let them pick you.”
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Across the club...Lana Brooks adjusted the strap of her thrifted dress, already regretting letting Natalie drag her out.“You need to have fun,” Natalie yelled over the music. “You work too much, Lana!”“Fun doesn’t come with a cover charge!” Lana shouted back.They made it to the bar. Natalie was already eyeing some tall guy near the dance floor.“He’s checking me out,” she whispered. “You good if I disappear for a bit?”“I’ll be here,” Lana said, lifting her soda.Natalie vanished. Within minutes, two guys approached Lana.“Hey. You from around here?”“No,” Lana replied. “I’m from Boston.”The first guy grinned. “Oh, no way. I’m from there too.” While he talked, the other guy casually reached across the bar and dropped something in her drink. She didn’t notice.
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Back in VIP...Ryan stood up. “Bathroom. Try not to fight without me.” He said as he cut through the crowd, a girl in a silver dress brushed past him, dragging her fingers down his wrist. She turned, smiled.He raised a brow.She bit her lip.Seconds later, they slipped into the men’s room.He locked the door. She pressed against him.It was fast, messy, quiet. She moaned into his shoulder as he pushed her up against the wall.When they were done, she fixed her lipstick, winked, and walked out first.He washed his hands and walked out, ready to head back—when he saw it.Two men dragging a girl toward the back of the club.She was stumbling, resisting, her speech slurred.It was the girl from earlier. The one with the big eyes at the bar.Ryan froze.He almost kept walking.Almost.Then one of the guys said, “C’mon, babe, don’t make it weird.”Ryan grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed him against the wall.“Get the f*ck away from her,” he said, eyes cold.“Hey man, chill—”He punched him in the gut. The other guy took off.Ryan turned to the girl. She looked up, confused.“You have such nice eyebrows,” she mumbled.“Okay,” he sighed. “This night just got longer.”---He helped her sit on a bench outside the club. She wouldn’t stop touching his arm.“You’re warm. You smell like... pine and sin.”“Little cat,” he muttered. “You are seriously testing my patience.”She giggled. “Why do your eyes look like trouble?”Then she tripped. And fell into his lap.Her cheek brushed his jaw.His body reacted.He exhaled hard. “I’m a bad f*cking person.”Then she kissed him.
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He didn’t remember getting to the car. Didn’t remember driving home.She kissed him the whole elevator ride up.In his apartment, he tried to lay her down on the couch. She pulled him down with her.Kissing turned into touching.Touching turned into skin against skin.She moaned softly. He whispered her nickname again.“Little cat.”He wasn’t gentle. But he wasn’t careless either.When she finally passed out, he covered her with a blanket and sat on the couch, running a hand through his hair.---The Next Morning Lana opened her eyes. Slow. Groggy. Her head was pounding.She looked around. High ceilings. Modern furniture. A view of the city.This wasn’t her apartment.She looked down.Half dressed.Then she turned—and saw him.Ryan Kane. Shirtless. Sitting on the couch with a glass of water, staring at her like she was an exhibit.She screamed.He didn’t flinch.“Morning, little cat,” he said.She grabbed the blanket and stood up like it was a shield.“Did you—Did we—”“Yup.”“You pervert! You drugged me, didn’t you?! You took advantage of me!”He raised a brow. “You kissed me first.”She threw a pillow at him. He caught it.“You’re disgusting! I should call the cops!”“You’re dramatic in the morning,” he said, standing slowly.Her hands balled into fists.“You absolute dirtbag… you—you disgusting, woman-using Hollywood parasite!”His grin widened.And just like that, Ryan’s little cat turned into a tiger.
" Whatever happens should be for our advantage." Ryan Kane answered.
" What advantage, what enjoyment of that what you mean." Lana speaking with pains.
" Didn't you enjoy it, dint you prefer to have it with me than with....." Ryan got interrupted.
" You must have lost your senses." Lana got pissed off.
" I had wished you see how much you wanted it even be drunk." Ryan mocked her
