Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 685

Yolanda had just made it through the first round of auditions for the lead female role in a period drama, along with two other actresses. The director had arranged a three-day intensive workshop on period-specific body language. Following this, a second round of auditions would determine the final choice for the leading lady.

Yolanda was worried about her friend Lizetta, almost to the point of giving up, especially after Lizetta had been rushed out of the hospital. After a long day of training, Yolanda returned to her hotel room and finally checked her phone, only to be greeted by that photo.

She immediately called Cassius, but the call was abruptly disconnected. Frowning slightly, Yolanda was distracted by the timely ring of the doorbell. Turning to open it, she was met by a towering figure pushing his way in.

In the next moment, Yolanda found herself pinned against the wall, her shoulders held firmly as a large hand easily encircled her slender waist. A voice, both familiar and menacing, whispered from behind her.

"Nice dress."

Yolanda was still in her costume from the period drama set, a dress designed to accentuate the era's style, which she hadn't had the chance to change out of. Though not tall, Yolanda's proportions were impeccable. Her body was not the typical thinness seen in many actresses but rather lean and well-muscled, with curves in all the right places. Pinned against the wall like this, her figure was irresistibly enticing.

Cassius tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her to arch her back and press closer to him. As he was about to act on his desire, Yolanda's clear voice cut through.

"Hogan has been into Liz for years, and now that she's finally divorced, how could he possibly..."

The cold reality hit Cassius like a bucket of ice water, deflating his ego.

Snap!

A sharp slap sounded as Cassius's hand came down hard on her buttocks. Before Yolanda could react, he was nipping at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Yolanda, thinking of another man while you're with me? Are you looking for trouble?"

"Troublesome," Cassius muttered, his patience wearing thin. He moved her hands to the buttons at the neckline. "If you don't want to explain yourself to the director tomorrow, take it off yourself!"

The tension between them was palpable as Cassius covered her mouth with his, silencing any protests with a kiss that allowed only muffled sounds to escape.

Hours later, Yolanda lay exhausted and drenched in sweat beside him. Cassius lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling around him in contented curls. His other hand lazily traced the sweat-slick curve of her back, his voice husky.

"Anything you want to ask me?"

Yolanda lifted her head slightly, "Is that photo real?"