"Oh my fug God!" Rihanna moaned in satisfa while lying on my bare chest. "That was the best one ever. I think I'm addicted to you."

  "Gd you think so, love." I grinned, pg a kiss on her forehead. My hand traveled down her bare skin, and with every inch explored by my fingers, she shivered in anticipation.

  Unfortunately, I couldn't give her another round just now, so I stopped at her lower back.

  "What?" She groaned in disappoi. "Why did you stop?"

  "You know why," I said, gng at the clo her bedside table. "We barely got any sleep st night, but I still have to work today."

  Rihanna pouted, resting her cheek on my chest. She ed her arms around me, pulling me closer, if that was even possible.

  "I'm not letting you go anywhere," she decred, her tone pyful but firm. "Even if I have to keep you as a hostage."

  I chuckled at her defiance, leaning down to capture her lips with mine. Her mouth opened eagerly, and I let my tongue explore hers, sav the moment.

  After a few moments, I pulled back, giving her an apologetic smile. "I really have to go, Ri."

  "I won't let you," she said with determination, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Her hand slid down my chest, stopping in a pce that left no room fotiation.

  "Aah," I exhaled softly as her grip tightened around me.

  "Still want to go to work?" she asked, feigning innoce.

  No man in the world could resist what she had just started.

  "Just one more round," I said, my tone as serious as ever before kissing her again.

  (Break)

  "You're te," Imogen deadpanned.

  "It's just half an hour," I said sheepishly. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

  "Are you sure about that?" Jamie grinned, draping an arm around my shoulders pyfully. "Because your neck says otherwise." He touched a sore spot on my hat I hadn't even realized was tender.

  Imogen, ever so kind, handed me a small mirror from her handbag. I spotted the evidence Rihanna had left o night—or more accurately, this m. In most situations, I'd be proud that someone as stunning as her had marked her territory, but we had a film to shoot, and Harry 't have a hickey when he hasn't even made out with anyone properly yet.

  "I didn't know," I said seriously.

  "Sure you didn't," Jamie replied with a knowing nod. "I'm just amazed—how the hell did the makeup department miss it?"

  I shrugged, equally puzzled. Maybe it had slipped their notice.

  "Don't worry about it," Imogen said, stepping closer with a small makeup kit in her hand. "I cover it up for yht now if you want?"

  "Hell yes," I said, enthusiastically bending down to give her access to the spot. The st thing I wanted was for everyoo specute about my personal life. Making a retionship public was ohing, but shouting about intimate details was a whole other level.

  "Thank you," I said ohe shirl was done. Imogen wasly tiny, but with my test growth spurt, almost everyone looked short o me. Not t, but at 6'3" (191 cm), I was tall enough to make casting directors sweat over finding co-stars of parable height. I just hoped I wouldn't grow any taller—it would be a nightmare to nd roles where the protagonist wasn't t over everyone.

  "No problem," she smirked. "I bet you had loads of fuing that hickey."

  "I would tell you," I said seriously, "but you're too young to hear the details."

  Imogen looked insed, "I'm the same age as you!"

  Turning to Jamie, I asked, "What do you think, man?"

  He nodded solemnly before pulling Imogen to his side. "Defioo young. I 't let my younger sister hear all this filth from a degee like you."

  We all burst out ughing at the absurdity of it.

  "You guys ready?" Rian Johnson asked, finally approag us after making sure everything was set up.

  "We are," I replied, gng down at the Quidditiform I was wearing. Initially, there had been some debate about cutting Quiddittirely, but Rian insisted on keeping it because it was his favorite part of the first two films.

  Today, we were shooting the flying sequences, which were heavy on CGI. That's why Emma wasn't here—Hermione wasn't a flier iory.

  The three of us made our way to the broomsticks, which were now mounted on state-of-the-art traptions desigo simute the wild aerial stunts. The teology had e a long way sihe first film. Back then, spending aire day suspended midair on a narrow stick had been a nightmare. Now, the new setup was far more fortable, though it was still a long day's work

  (Break)

  Imogen was enjoying every moment of shooting [Harry Potter]. She still remembered the day years ago when she auditioned for Hermione, just like tless irls. She had been among the lucky few to make it to the final round, ned neck with Emma Watson for the role. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be.

  She had given up hope until she got a call a few days ter asking if she would like to py Ginny Weasley. At the time, Ginny barely had a line in the first film, only saying, "Good luck," to Harry before he crossed the barrier at Ptform 9?. She had to dye her hair for that one fleeting se.

  Imogen had almost said no, but her father vinced her otherwise.

  Thank God he did. Her role grew in the sed film, beiral to the story. It receded into the background for the third and fourth movies, but now, with the fifth film, Ginny had been given a more promi arc. Imogen didn't know why, but she suspected it had something to do with the sixth book, which hadn't been released yet.

  Filming with Troy and Jamie was always a bst. Despite being a bona fide superstar, Troy was the most grounded and kind person she had ever met. He treated everyone equally, never making anyone feel lesser. Sure, there had been some fri during the filming of the seovie due to personal issues in Troy's life, but thiually smoothed over. The atmosphere o was so warm and weling that sometimes Imogen didn't even want to go home.

  Unfortunately, today's shoot had ed, and she had no excuse to stay out any longer.

  "Hey, Imogen," Troy called out just as she was about to ge out of her Quidditiform. "Jamie and I are heading to a cert. Want to join us?"

  Now that was a tempting reason to stay out te. It was Saturday, which made it all the better.

  "Which singer?" she asked curiously.

  Before Troy could reply, Jamie grinned and answered for him. "The same one whose artistry you hid this m." He poi Troy's neooo subtly.

  Rather than looking embarrassed, Troy nodded casually. "Yeah, it's Rihanna. So, what do you say?"

  Rihanna wasn't a huge artist yet. She was good, but her biggest cim to fame wasn't her music; it was her retionship with Troy. Tabloids on both sides of the Atntic had had a field day when their retionship went public. Imogen could only imagihe paparazzi circus that followed them.

  Still, she had never been to a cert before, and this was as good an opportunity as any.

  "Okay," she said, trying to sound nont.

  "Great," Troy said with a smile. "Let's all ge a in the parking lot in fifteen minutes."

  Imogen nodded but cursed herself internally. She didn't have anythiely suitable for a cert with Troy Armitage. He would show up looking effortlessly stylish in designer clothes, while she'd look like she had wandered in from the tryside.

  heless, Imogen got ready in record time, making sure to call her mother before meeting the two boys. To her surprise, Troy was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans, looking like any other teenager. A very tall, well-built, and handsome teenager, but a normal teenager heless.

  "Let's go," Troy announced, leading the way to his Range Rover.

  "Don't you have a Lambo?" Jamie asked as they all slid into the back seat.

  "I do," Troy replied. "But it's in California. Since I don't have a lise here, Dad didn't get me a car either. Just six more months, and I'll have a new one."

  "And it's a two-seater," Imogen added, gng at the group. There were four people in the car, including the driver.

  Jamie gave her a curious look. "How do you know that?"

  "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't know that a Lambo has only two seats," Imogeed. "The only four-seater Lambo was distinued in the '70s."

  Troy ughed. "Excuse Jamie. He's just being a sexist pig."

  "Hey!"

  The banter tinued good-naturedly until they arrived at the cert vehe hall was retively small, as Rihanna was still a new artist, but it was rger than anything Imogen had ever experienced. She gnced around nervously. The pace of everything—security, the crowd, the fshing lights—felt overwhelming.

  "You okay?" Troy asked, evident in his voice.

  "It's nothing," she said, waving off his worry. "Just my first cert. Ever."

  "Then yoing to love it," he said with certainty.

  Imogen wasirely vinced. She wasn't even a Rihanna fan and hadn't heard any of her songs. It felt strao be at the cert in such a position. Their group was quickly escorted to the entrance by Troy's bodyguards, who formed a tight circle around the trio, making it nearly impossible for ao approach them.

  "Mr. Armitage," a security guard at the entrance reized Troy immediately aured toward a side entrance. "If you would e this way, I'll show you the VIP entrance."

  "Thank you," Troy said with a polite nod, as if this was routine. "e along, Jamie, Imogen."

  Imogen grew more self-scious as people in the crowd began pointing and shouting in reition.

  "Troy! Over here!" someone yelled.

  "Troy! Ron! Ginny!"

  Troy was the only actor that was reized by his real name. Despite the fara efforts, Troy gave only a brief wave before tinuing toward the entrance.

  She couldn't help but feel it was a little rude that Troy didn't i with his fans, but she chose to keep her thoughts to herself.

  "W why I didn't stop to talk to them?" Troy asked, correctly reading her expression as they walked through the corridor.

  Imogen chuckled. "Am I that obvious?"

  "Yes," Jamie chimed in. "It was written all over your face."

  She ignored Jamie and turo Troy. "So, why didn't you?"

  "Because this is Rihanna's day," Troy said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "People should be here to see her. I don't want them to remember this as the day they met me—it should be the day they saw her perform live."

  That was so thoughtful of Troy to do something like this for his girlfriend. Imogen had seen firsthand at various [Harry Potter] premieres how much Troy loved iing with his fans. For him to hold back for someone else's moment was undeniably sweet.

  If only her boyfriend was as g as well…

  The VIP booth they were given started out mostly empty. As time passed and more people arrived, even the VIP se began to fill. Occasionally, someone would approach their group to meet Troy. He greeted everyone warmly but politely deed requests for photographs and autographs, staying true to his iion of not overshadowing Rihanna's cert.

  And soon enough, the much awaited moment arrived. The dy on the night took the stage in a stunning red dress that dazzled everyone in the audience.

  "How you doing, London?" Rihanna's fident voice rang out as she stepped into the spotlight. The crowd erupted in cheers. "It's good to be here. The first time I came here, I met someone, and I quickly learned what it means to date an English gentleman."

  The audience went wild at the clear refereo Troy, who smiled softly at her words.

  "So, I thought it'd be a great idea to start this cert with a duet featuring that same guy," Rihanna tiurning toward the VIP box. "Troy, love, would you please join me on stage?"

  Troy's eyes widened in surprise at the ued invitation.

  "Why are you doing this, Ri?" he muttered, though Imogen heard him clearly. "I didn't want to steal your spotlight."

  "He seems a little shy," Rihanna teased, her voice carrying over the mic. "Maybe you all help me vince him. e on, everyoroy, Troy, Troy…"

  The t spread like wildfire until the entire crowd was calling his name. Realizing he had no choice, Troy stood with a grin, making his way to the stage. Ohere, he pulled Rihanna into his arms and pnted a kiss on her lips, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

  A stagehand haroy a seicrophone as he turo face the audience.

  "I have no idea what to sing," he admitted with a chuckle.

  "I do," Rihanna said, her eyes twinkling. "The st song we sang together."

  "Ah," Troy nodded, uanding her pn. "I don't mind an early release." Turning to the audience, he added, "This is a song that hasn't been released yet. Rihanna and I worked on it for our uping movie together, which is called… [Echoes of You]."

  The crowd's excitement soared at the annou. The thought of Troy and Rihanna sharing the s and perf together was almost too much for some fans.

  The band, clearly prepared for this surprise, began pying the opening chords. Soon, Troy started singing the first verse.

  [We Don't Talk Anymore – Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez]

  We don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore

  We don't talk anymore, like we used to do

  We don't love anymore

  What was all of it for?

  Oh, we don't talk anymore like we used to do

  His voice, rid captivating, filled the hall effortlessly. Imogen didn't mind that she didn't know the song—no one did yet—but the entire crowd was swept away by the beautiful melody and the undeniable chemistry between Troy and Rihanna.

  She turo the only other person beside her that she knew and said, "I'm so gd I came here."

  "Me too," replied Jamie before the two focused ba the beautiful melding voice of the two singers on stage.

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