Her Burning Lover

The spring

When I saw his eyes, a chill spread through my spine, I can't move my body. What is this feeling? Why am I feeling this nervous? He is my boss's fiance and even out of my league, but I can sense a connection with him. I felt suffocated. I need some air. 

"Hey, Are you ok? The director is calling your name continuously. Where are you?" Cris told me, bringing me out of my thought terrain. Cris is very thoughtful and down to Earth person. Even if he is a huge star in the entertainment circle, he never shows any ego. He respects every crew member. 

Looking at my getup, he took my hand and led me through the stairs. After that, he held my hand in one hand and kept a hand on my lower back to help me walk appropriately with my dress.

She is looking stunning in her dress. A floor-length princess dress with a combined shade of white and pink. Her hair is kept down, which is blowing with the air of the fan. Some hair is falling on her face. I am trying my urge to move her hair from her face. I want to touch her face and her hair.

But soon, the urge to touch her turned into a feeling of jealousy when a man went to her and took her hand and kept another hand on her back. I want to break his hands for touching her. I want to be the only one to touch her and caress her. While I was controlling my feelings, they both came to us. 

"Susan, Cris, this is Mr. Raymond, fiance of Miss Michel." "Mr. Raymond, this is our lead Mr. Cris and our assistant writer as well as singer, Miss Susan. As our lead actress is not feeling well, Susan is helping us to shoot." The director Mr. Stenley introduced us.

I don't want to hear the man. I can only see Susan in front of me. I can feel my fever is lowering, and my strength is coming back. "We have met before," I replied. "Yes, they have met before one or two times," Michel added herself, giving a message that I am here too. Everyone looked at Michel, but not me. I don't want to take my eyes from Susan.

"I want to take your leave. I need some work to be done. Please don't mind." I told everyone there as I can feel Raymond's gaze and temperature of Michel's boiling blood. "Ya sure," Michel replied. Cris again helped me to walk when Raymond called him from behind. "Mr. Cris, why don't you join us for a coffee. The lady can take care of herself." We both turned to them. Then Cris looked at me, and I nodded, telling him it's ok. 

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 The cottage is mostly used as a recreational center. But as this is an off vacation season, we rented it for the shooting, and no tourists are there. The sunrise, as well as sunset, is magnificent. Behind the resort, there is a lovely but small spring. Beyond that, there is a huge mountain. As Miss Michel wanted to discuss some work with Mr. Raymond about the investment, the shoot is halted for the day. 

I wanted to experience the fusion of both vacation and work, and I wanted to go to the Spring. I went down to the shooting area and saw everyone taking there time to enjoy. I looked for Gary but couldn't see him. Maybe he is busy with some work. I left the area towards the spring. I wanted to see the sunset. I walked for about fifteen minutes and sat on a rock. I went my flatters on my side and soaked my legs in the water — Uff...  how relaxing. I was admiring the beauty, the silence, the birds going back to their home when I felt a hand on my shoulder. A shock of fear ran through my body. I couldn't think whose hand is that. 

"Why are you alone here?" I heard a voice, Unknown but still familiar. I turned and saw Raymond bowing on me. I, at an instant, stood up, but as my feet were wet and the stone was slippery, I slipped and fell in the water. 

"Hey, lookout," I shouted, moving forward to hold Susan and preventing her from falling, but it was late. She fell in the water. Thanks to God, the water was not that deep. She stood up but was soaked. I can see the water dripping from her forehead, through the nose, passing her neck and disappearing inside her cleavage. I can see her curves and her whole body. The dress was not that thin, but still, I can make out which part is what. 

Suddenly I felt the urge to hold her tight and kiss her, but I have to keep that urge for now. She was shivering, and I can hear the clattering of her teeth. She is hugging herself, but I don't know if that was for protecting herself from my gaze or to warm herself. I rushed to her and helped her come out of the water. "Why you always fall in accidents when we meet?" I asked her, worried, and keeping my jacket on her. As her coat was all wet, I removed it and threw it down. She was freezing. She was looking at me. I lifted her in bridal style. "Please put me down. I am ok. I can walk." She told me in a shivering voice, but I ignored and walked towards the cottage. 

I can see the worried face of Raymond, but why? I am no one. Why is he concerned about me? While he was putting his jacket, I can see his sculptured face, his perfect skin, and can think how handsome he is. But then I felt a tension in my waist, and I can feel I am up. He is holding me and walking towards the cottage. I asked him to put me down, but he ignored it. I felt the warmth of his arms. I was feeling sleepy, but I can't sleep. I held his neck so that I will not fall and put my head down because of embarrassment.

After 15 minutes, we reached the cottage, and I can see everyone was looking at us. "Where is your room?" Raymond asked. "The first floor, room no. 103". I wondered when Gary ran to us. "What happened? Why are you all wet?" He is shooting bullets to Mr. Raymond through his eyes. "Mr. Raymond, let me take her." He came up to take me, but Raymond stopped him, giving a “why do you bother” look.

"What is happening here?" A voice came from inside the meeting room, and we all looked towards it. Michel was standing there with a disapproving look on her face.