I am the Queen

While the staff breathed a sigh of relief when Angel announced that they found a replacement for Johnson, Rise was busy getting Eric prepared within fifteen minutes.

Eric wanted to back out when he saw the script Rise handed to him while she was busy brushing and putting wax on his hair. He had no problem with going to the hot spring and acted like a thug towards Angel Lin. However, he was entirely against going out wearing absolutely nothing!

Rise probably saw the frown on his face, trying to burn that particular spot on the manuscript, for she tried to explain.

"Oh, don't worry! You won't be going out completely naked! They're just going to make an illusion that you have nothing on underneath that piece of towel, but in truth, you'll still wear your underwear." Rise comforted without a care while keeping herself busy with Eric's hair.

Tightly closing his eyes, Eric's frown deepened. Though he absolutely, positively, resolutely didn't want to do it, the thought that day would be used to compensate for the loss time made him swallow any remaining hesitation and unwillingness in his heart.

agh!

Eric jolted, and the script he was holding almost slip from his fingers upon hearing the ear-piercing shriek from the woman behind him. He was sitting on a chair in front of a mirror while Rise was at his back, combing his hair.

"FUCK!"

Rise cursed, her eyes bulging out in absolute disbelief when she finished styling Eric's hair while the makeup artist at the side who was ready to apply makeup anytime on Eric's face froze on the spot.

Bolting in front of Eric, Rise grabbed his cheeks and zoomed her face closer to his, which made Eric backed away though he couldn't navigate much due to the limited space he was in.

"Oh, my goodness!  Who are you?!" Rise questioned in a daze while inspecting every inch of Eric's face after she removed his glasses.

Eric's hair, which was thick and messy, was now swept perfectly at the side, styled with few hairs falling on his forehead.

Rise had a hard time with his hair, and she was even tempted to cut it, but Eric adamantly refused. And now, she felt all her efforts were worth it as she had gotten a look at the man before her with sparkling infatuation.

If Aldrick Loire was the prince of Media, this man was definitely the Emperor of entertainment.

He was absolutely handsome! It was very hard to believe that such a man existed. Her vocabulary was not enough to describe him!

At the side, the makeup artist was already drowning at her saliva, ogling at the man of her dreams.

"Enough."

Eric frowned. He stood to his feet, and the two women snapped out from their trance.

"Eric, wait! Where are you going?" Rise found her voice odd and a bit cutesy, but she didn't care while she grabbed Eric's arm. It was a good thing that she still had her morality intact, not giving in to the temptation of rubbing her hand against Eric's hand.

At the start, Rise felt nothing towards him. But now, just the presence of him made her weak to the bones.

Retrieving his arm, Eric backed away. He sensed that he was in danger if he stayed any moments longer inside this room, and straightaway replied, "I'm going to change."

Rise's heart beat ten times, wanting to explode when flashes of Eric's naked body bombarded her imagination. Couldn't contain the stimulation, something hot and wet came out from her nose.

Eric recoiled when he saw Rise was spurting blood from her nose while the makeup artist was gaining on him from the side. Her eyes a little bloodshot while saliva was dripping from her mouth. She was reaching her hands at him like any moment, she would pounce.

Eric's calm eyes narrowed and constricted. He was reminded of that horrible, horrible past once upon a time. He immediately excused and locked himself inside the dressing room.

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Everyone was getting ready for the hot spring scenes. Their eyes glowing, a trace of reverie and envy were seen from the women while lust and adoration were plastered on the men's faces when Angel Lin disrobed herself and walked towards the hot spring with her underwear. Her alluring body captured everyone's attention, especially the appearance of steamy hot air, teasingly covering her soft, seductive curves until it was hidden beneath the comfort of warm waters.

Rolling her eyes at the side, Evangeline crossed her legs, sitting comfortably on the cushioned chair, bathing in the natural scenery while lazily fanning herself from all the steam. Though the air was cold.

As everyone focused was on Angel Lin, no one noticed a lone man being guided towards the steam of fog as the staff kept reminding him of what to do.

"Alright, here's what you need to do and remember it well. The moment the director shouts action, you count silently in your mind until ten and go in there and act natural, alright?"

The staff glanced towards the tall man, yet all he saw were blurred images for the steam was much denser in their direction. When he saw him nodding from the movement of his blurred head, he left and signaled the director that everything was ready.

The director gestured, and everyone positioned themselves before he shouted.

"Action!"

Evangeline yawned in boredom as she fanned herself with a bamboo fan. She kept rolling her eyes and smirked her lips in a mocking smile as she watched Angel act all demurely, playing with the hot spring water. Naivety and playfulness showered her face, and the scene which was supposed to be adult-rated turned into something which the general audience could watch just from her acting alone.

She rolled her eyes yet again when she saw people looking at Angel like she was some kind of an immortal entity who they revered since ancient times. When she realized that she was distracted by what she was doing, she roamed her eyes around. She was there to stalk––to be with Eric.

As she searched for him, she noticed the atmosphere turned . . . odd. Like everyone became a statue, not even breathing.

Her eyes flicked towards the scene of the bathing woman when out of nowhere, a man appeared with a thin towel wrapped around his waist. Her lazy and droopy eyes promptly constricted and rounded. While the fan in her hand broke in pieces. Her anger reached an abnormal boiling point where she could no longer contain it!

Not one noticed her. Everyone was hypnotized at the sudden appearance of the man. Even the director momentarily lost himself when he saw the approaching Adonis in just a towel.

The man was tall and absolutely handsome! His body, the color of dull gold, was tantalizingly heart pounding while droplets of steamy hot water adorned his subtle, yet erotic muscles.

The girls unconsciously curled their lips, holding their moans as they repeatedly shifted their weight from one foot to another, needing friction while their eyes traveled to that particular blood stimulating abdominal muscles and sexy V line, down towards his incredible bulge teasingly hidden with a piece of towel. When they noticed that those subtle yet hard to ignore sexy dark curls adorning his pelvis, hot liquid dripped from their nose, clear fluid dribbled from the side of their lips and that oh so familiar thick, sticky wetness trickled from their private parts.

While the guys questioned their sexuality when they found that they were eyeing the man.

The stimulation was too much, and the onlookers' mind heated, shutting down from overheating!

Angel was busy acting and pretended that she didn't notice the approaching man and kept acting in front of the camera.

"Ah!"

She let out a scream when she heard that splashing sound, signifying that someone had joined her in the hot spring.

She turned around, and the rest of her lines got stuck in her throat when her mind went blank at the sight before her.

She was paralyzed––no, her body and mind didn't even resist and forgot everything else when the man hovered in front of her, trapping her in the wall of his naked masculine arms.

Her eyes rounded in shock and astonishment, imprisoned in the intensity of those mesmerizing silver irises. She couldn't even breathe at the sight of his irresistible allure. It was swallowing her whole. Dense brows were complimenting his deep, intense eyes, which made him look mysterious and dangerous in an oh so sexy way. His parted thin, moist, sensual lips were seducing her and everyone around him.

Angel, from the years of her career, experienced her first beginner's mistake of forgetting her lines as she continued staring at the man. Afraid if she blinked or breathe, he would disappear before her eyes, for he didn't seem human at all!

She felt her heart was beating in her throat, suffocating her from its vigorous pounding, and it started to hurt. Even so, she couldn't –– wouldn't pull away from his gaze. Such silvery eyes. She even thought her soul was leaving her body from the way he was looking at her. So intense!

Yet she didn't mind.

For the first time, she found herself wanting to be dominated by a man –– this man. She found herself surrendering to him complete––

"CUT!"

Everyone was still in a dream and forgotten where they were until the director shouted in a frenzy.

"CUT! Cut! Where on earth did you find this man?! Replace him! Replace him at once!"

At the sound of the furious shouting of the director, everyone regained their reality and scurried to and fro, pretending that they were busy. Didn't want to be implicated in the director's wrath.

Eric got out from the hot spring and walked towards where he placed his robe and casually put it on before hurrying to the dressing room to get dress. Entirely leaving Angel in the hot spring whose soul still hadn't returned.