Leave Your Lover (18+) || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 17

Filming was chaotic due to an approaching storm, and the director was eager to wrap up quickly before it hit. With many fans anxiously awaiting Non's return, delays were not an option.

Episode two took several extra days to complete, and still, it wasn't enough. The director proposed shooting indoors and incorporating the storm into the series. This meant relocating to a house for the shoot.

As we sat inside the van, I asked Non, who was engrossed in a game on his phone, "Is Freen coming?"

"I don't know. She hasn't been to our shoot in days," Non replied. "How's the workshop with her going?"

"Fine," I fibbed.

Ever since that night, Freen and I hadn't crossed paths, but she kept me updated on her whereabouts and reasons for her absence. She never hesitated to criticize my acting, though.

"Don't tell me you miss her?" Non teased, turning to me and playfully tousling my hair. "Have you found yourself a mentor?"

Mentor? More like a CEO with benefits.

Upon arriving at the house for the shoot, everything was prepared. The director and the crew were already there, waiting for us. To my surprise, Saint was also present, and standing beside him was Freen.

She hadn't mentioned that she would be here. Not that I needed constant updates, but she could have let me know.

"Good morning," I greeted the director and Saint when I reached them.

"Morning," Saint replied, flashing an awkwardly sweet smile at me.

Why did he always look at me like I was some precious gem? It felt as though he might make me his secret lover. I despised being a second choice.

"Becky, this way to your dressing room," a staff member directed me, rescuing me from Saint's gaze.

As I entered the dressing room, someone suddenly pulled me and pressed me against the wall. At first, I was startled, but when I saw it was Freen, my anger melted away.

"Have you reviewed the script?" Freen asked, her face just inches from mine. "You need to perform as we discussed."

"You've taught me so much, Freen. Which lesson are we talking about?" I teased.

"The kisses. I'm certain you know which ones are off-limits with him," Freen said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and fixating her gaze on my lips.

"There are plenty," I chuckled, leaning in slightly. "Could you show me which ones?"

Freen smirked and kissed me passionately, demonstrating a French kiss. I reciprocated eagerly, savoring the moment. It was evident that Freen missed me too, judging by her passionate kisses. Her hands rested on my waist as she drew me closer, and her kisses trailed down my neck, eliciting soft moans from me.

"Freen..." I moaned, breathless. "Someone might walk in on us."

"No one will. I told them this room is off-limits," she whispered, giving me a peck on the lips before opening the door. She was taken aback when she saw someone.

I looked too and saw Saint, who furrowed his eyebrows.

"What are you two doing here?" Saint inquired, eyeing us suspiciously.

My heart raced. "Ah..." I began, but Freen stepped in.

"I was just giving her some acting tips for today's scene. What brings you here?" Freen asked.

"I was looking for Becky and wanted to discuss my offer," Saint explained.

"You can speak to her later. Let's go," Freen said, taking Saint's hand, and they walked away together.

Saint seemed elated with Freen's actions. It was clear he had feelings for her.

Who wouldn't be happy if Freen held their hand in public, right? If I were in his shoes, I'd intertwine my fingers with hers.