Page 68 of Reckless Dare

Luckily, it didn’t show. No one but her tormentor knew the truth.

Just a few more months and I’ll be done with the play.

She hoped that the next year would have a better male lead opposite to her.

Letting out a sigh, she went to the papers placed on the table. She was yet to review the latest scene from the changed script. The director had only given them a rough idea and asked them to practice beforehand so they could enact it during the session.

She stopped at the door when she saw her tormentor standing at the side of the stage, looking at the printed script. She had to suck in a deep breath to steady herself and calm the thudding heart in her chest.

After what he did at the masquerade party, she was quite angry and shaken. Not just for what he did but the way he made her feel. She did not want to feel anything but hate and anger towards him.

I won’t let him know he managed to shake me.

With those thoughts, she walked down the aisle of the empty auditorium and went up the stage. Without making eye contact with him, she reached for one of the set of sheets of the script.

She turned away from him to read the updated script.

It was quite impactful, except for the shocking part at the end of the scene.

She blinked when she saw ‘and then she passionately kissed him on his lips’.

She hadn't expected the director to do this much improvisation of the script.

Oh my God.

“Are you ready?” His words sounded casual.

Why is he sounding so damn casual?

It was as though he was used to enacting dramas that had his female leads kiss him passionately.

He probably did many times.

Ugh!

“N-not yet,” she replied. “Give me two minutes.”

Her mind began to race and panic even as she pretended outwardly to be unaffected by what she had to do as a part of the play.

She had to kiss her tormentor.

Technically it was just acting. She wouldn’t have minded brushing her lips with the original male lead or anyone else as a part of the play.

Maybe you can pretend he is someone else. Get into the character and ignore that he is your tormentor.

“Do you need some more time?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Annoyed that he was finding it amusing, she turned to glare at him.

“I’m ready.” She could barely remember the lines, but she had to go with the flow.

The scene was of the female lead being angry once again. But that emotion was to turn into passion that would lead to a kiss.

Awareness buzzed as she took a few steps closer to him. But she put on an unaffected expression.

“Let's start.”

He nodded and stood a few feet away from her as per the scene.

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