The Final Frame The morning sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, lighting up the room and where Charles and Jillian lay. Her head rested on his chest, her auburn hair splayed across his skin. Last night’s frenzied fucking had left them raw both physically and emotionally and for a fleeting moment, Charles let himself believe they could move past this nightmare. One more shoot, Lou had said. One final scene, and this bullshit would end. He’d make damn sure of it. Jillian stirred, her green eyes slowly opening. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and resolve. “Tonight’s the last one, right?” she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep. “Yeah,” Charles said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Lou texted me the details—‘The Big Finish.’ A gangbang, all the guys from before, maybe more. They’re pulling out all the stops.” She sat up, pulling the sheet around her, her jaw tightening. “How many is ‘more’?” He hesitated, grabbing his phone from ...