The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Chloe POV

"So, you've been making porn to get revenge on your ex?" Mick lifted one of his well-groomed brows. He's been looking at me with a condemning gaze since I stepped out of the shower. It's pissing me off."That's what I just said."

I told him everything for some reason. I'm not sure why I'm even entertaining his judgmental curiosity, but something inside me burned when I thought about just throwing him out without an explanation."I bet you could make a good revenge film with him," Cortina said, licking her snout while staring at the infuriating man through my eyes.

He does look decent enough in his chinos and tight black shirt, like any gigolo would, but no better than he normally does.

......Alright. He's fucking hot, but he's still an asshole. Maybe that's why he irritates the shit out of me. He's hot as hell, but he has this standoffish, superior personality that reminds me of an Alpha. I know he is constantly out filming, but he's acting like I'm committing some great sin by doing the same.

"He didn't say that," Cortina scolded me.

"He doesn't have to. Look at how he's looking at me."

"He just looks concerned."

"Bull shit." If he's concerned about my sex life, he can shove it up his ass.

"Offer him a roll in the sack," Cortina giggled.

"I'm quitting, remember. I'm rejecting Cameron and ending this." I've reclaimed my freedom, mind and body. Once I've got the bond and my heart freed up, I can move on and do something productive besides working at the bar and filming sex with Darren and the others. I can go to school like Rodger has suggested to me countless times. He has offered to cover the cost, but with my secret sessions on camera, I've saved enough to put myself through any type of school without his financial help.

"You know...." Cortina was still focused on Mick, her mind in the gutter. That's not like her. She usually separates herself from me when I'm with a man. It helps to ease Rome's discomfort. "You should have one last big bang, literally, and then reject Cameron for good. One last reminder of the pain he caused you."

"Oh, and you think that last big bang should be with Mick?"

"Well," she laughed softly, her eyes roaming his handsome face. "He's got to be number one for a reason. Aren't you curious?" No. Not even a little.

Okay, maybe a little. Ever since he stopped putting so much hair product in his hair, I've been getting these random urges to run my fingers through it. It's long and falls in his face a lot. That's probably why he had it greased down in the first place when we first met. I rarely see it greased back now.

Not just his hair, but I'll catch myself staring at other parts of his body, wondering how they would feel. His 'v' line when his shirt lifts is a prime example. He also gets this little dimple in his right cheek when he's particularly pissed off, which I have only seen a handful of times. I get the urge to poke it and smooth it out when he's getting worked up over an argument with Boyd and the others, or when a woman follows him backstage after a show and wants more than just a private dance from him. Maybe one night with him wouldn't be that bad......

No. What the hell am I thinking? He's looking at me like a hypocritical, condemning jerk right now. Why the hell would I want to leap into bed with him just to piss off my mate one more time? Rejecting Cameron would be enough. "Chloe, I don't think you should be giving yourself to others just for revenge. It's a bit degrading."

Yep. I sure as hell don't want to sleep with that asshole now.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, leaning back against the TV stand. His comment hurt. I don't want to admit it, but I felt a little pang in my chest when he said it was degrading. It felt gratifying to me, and freeing, but he's making me feel like trash for wanting to take back control of my own sexuality while sticking it to the one that abused me and my wolf for so long.

It hurt.

Darren was huffing in disbelief. "For real, man? What the hell are you doing then? Selling Bibles on your special little business trips? What a fucking hypocrite."

"That's different," Mick glared at Darren.

"I don't see how it is," I said, my voice much softer than I intended. Darren snarled at Mick, then pushed himself off the wall to come over to me, wrapping a supportive arm around my shoulders.

Mick's expression looked panicked now as he stared back at me. I wonder how my expression looked for Darren to come over to try and comfort me and for Mick to suddenly turn off his arrogance to look guilty.

"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to this prick," Darren lifted my face to stare up at him, breaking the connected gaze I was holding with the asshole sitting on the edge of the seat on my couch. "You chose this for you. I understand, and so do the rest of us that know. Don't let this dude or anyone make you feel any less of the goddess you are."

I gave him a half smile. "I am a fucking goddess, aren't I?"

"Damn right," he grinned, kissing me on the head and I wrapped my arms around his middle for a big bear hug. Again, there was nothing romantic or sexual in our touch, just support and deep friendship.

"I didn't mean anything bad towards you, Chloe, I just...." Mick stood up from the couch like he wanted to approach me, but I wasn't having it. I was done with this conversation.

"I think we all need to get ready for work," I sighed, letting go of Darren and refusing to meet Mick's eyes, though I could feel them boring into me.

"Chloe," Mick reached out to grab my hand. I ignored the way my heart skipped a beat when he said my name like that, all deep and needy, and the current that traveled up my arm when he touched me. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean any offense. I just... I just didn't want you to hurt yourself for revenge sex." "How noble of you," I scoffed, trying to tug my hand out of his. His grip was gentle, but firm. It took me a second attempt to break free from it, and in doing so, I met his gaze once again.

Why does he have to be so hot? I'm getting pissed off even more just staring at him.

"Because you want to give him your cookie," Cortina whispered, snickering to herself." Hush it."