Free Society Girls: Neveah by Crystal Perkins Page A

I’ve fallen in love with Nev, I
fear that we are both about to lose more than we bargained for. I
know she’s committed to the Society, even if she hasn’t told me
what it is. I’m almost positive she won’t leave with him, but I’m
equally positive that she’s going to leave me. I chose the
honorable path as far as my friendship was concerned, but it’s
going to cost me the love of my life, and there’s nothing I can do
about it now but watch the world fall around me.

Chapter 8
    Dylan
     
    This photo shoot is turning
out to be an even bigger nightmare than I’d imagined it would be. I
don’t mind walking around in my boxer briefs, but I do mind having my junk
touched by the actress who’s shooting with me. There’s no reason
for her hand to keep brushing my junk, or for her to be trying to
rub her hands over my abs between shots.
    “Back off,” I finally growl at her when she
grabs my ass.
    “What’s the matter, doesn’t Little Dylan
want to play?”
    “I have never called my dick ‘Little Dylan’
but no, neither one of us are interested in what you’re offering.”
Maybe I’m being harsh, but she’s coming on strong, so I don’t feel
bad about being an asshole.
    “Eric, your client is making it hard to act
like I’m interested in him,” she yells to my agent, who then
proceeds to glare at me.
    The photographer has apparently run out of
patience for her too, since he calls for a break. I disentangle
myself from her and stalk across the room to hang out with the
make-up and wardrobe group. They’re better company than the blonde,
and my agent isn’t winning any congeniality prizes right now
either.
    “Can you try and look like you’re into her?”
the photographer asks, coming over to me. “Maybe pretend she’s
someone else who you actually like?”
    “Maybe I can fake it, but I’m not pretending
she’s the girl I wish was with me. That’s a guaranteed boner, and
I’m not willing to chance her believing she caused it.”
    “Gotcha. I’ll try to get a good shot as fast
as I can. Good luck, though. She seems to be plotting with your
agent.”
    I look over, and notice he’s right. They’re
looking at me, and the blonde is smirking. She’s currently
“America’s Sweetheart” but there’s not much that’s sweet about her.
It’s all a persona she plays very well, making the world fall in
love with her. It’s all fake, and one thing I hate about what I do.
Celebrity gives me an inside look at how people really are. Don’t
get me wrong, there are some great celebrities, but sadly, they’re
overshadowed by the assholes—like the blonde.
    “Let’s get back to work everyone,” the
photographer says.
    The make-up people come over and touch up
our faces as we get into place. Our hair is still in place, so
we’re good to go. Except for her damn wandering hands. I pry her
hand off my ass again, and glare down at her.
    “Keep your hands off my ass, or anywhere
else casual acquaintances shouldn’t be touching.”
    “Well that’s everywhere for you, isn’t it?
Casual is your middle name.”
    Not anymore. “Listen to me closely, because
this is the last time I’m going to say it. I’m not interested in
anything with you. Not casual, formal, nothing. So keep your
fucking hands to yourself.”
    She starts to protest, but the head of the
cologne company speaks up. “I expect you both to behave
professionally, and get the shots we need in the next few
minutes.”
    I flash him a smile of thanks, and he nods
before rolling his eyes. She’s definitely gotten the message,
though. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to launch her own perfume, and
she’s not stupid enough to risk that by copping a feel on an
unwilling guy in front of the person who has the power to make that
happen.
    We get some usable shots pretty quickly once
she leaves me alone, and then it’s time for my solo pics. The crew
takes their time getting me ready, waiting until she’s gone to put
me back in front of the