Willy's hand on my body made me freeze, but I forced a smile to stay on my face. "Naomi, relax a little—try to make your expression more natural," the photographer said gently. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the man standing next to me, focusing on the shoot instead. "Willy, turn slightly, lean in toward her," the photographer continued. Willy's movements grew bolder. His hand slid slowly up my back, and his cheek brushed close to my neck. "Are you free tonight? I'm interested in you," he whispered. My stomach dropped at this. The smile on my face shattered. I shoved him away with both hands, hard. Gasps rang out at my reaction. Everyone looked at me. "What the heck are you doing?" Willy stumbled back a few steps, casually smoothing the creases in his sleeve, his brows slightly furrowed. "You—" I clenched my jaw, glaring at him. "What's your deal?" "Huh?" He blinked innocently, then turned toward the crew. "What did I do? Ms. Lawrence, could you be a little more specific?" "You just said—" I started but stopped. Everyone was looking. The words caught in my throat. No one else had heard what he said. It was likely just me. And even if I said it now, who would believe me? I looked up and met Willy's smug gaze. A manlikethis—he'dtwistthetruthwithoutshame. I clenched my fists, forcing a weak smile. "I'm sorry ... I felt a little dizzy just now. Lost my balance." The crew exchanged uncertain glances. The photographer noticed my face was pale. He glanced at his watch and noticed we'd been shooting for hours. He finally called for a break. Relief washed over me. But as I stepped away, Willy brushed past me, letting out a mocking snort.I bit my lower lip hard and inhaled deeply, trying to calm the fire rising in my chest. Sandra approached, asking in a low voice, "Everything okay?" I took the jacket the assistant handed me and wrapped it around myself, shaking my head. I wanted to tell her something, but someone from the production team called her away, leaving me alone as I headed to the lounge. And just my luck—Willy was there too. He sat lazily on the couch, lips curling into a smirk when he saw me. Fury churned inside me. I turned around to leave, but his voice floated behind me. "Why so uptight? Acting like you're some kind of saint." "Shut your mouth." I couldn't hold it in—I spun around and snapped at him. Willy looked mildly surprised, then stood and walked toward me. "What? Afraid I can't satisfy you by myself? Or do you prefer a whole crowd?" Disgusted, I raised my hand to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist mid-swing. "Let go of me, you creep!" I hissed, trying to pull away, but his grip was too strong. "You're calling me disgusting?" He laughed suddenly, like I'd just told the funniest joke in the world. "You? Acting all high and mighty? Please. How much do you charge per night to put on airs?" "You're the one selling yourself!" My face burned with humiliation, but he was too strong; I couldn't break free no matter how hard I tried. "Say another word and I'm calling the cops!" "Oh, I get it now." He thought of something and let out a mocking smile. "I'm not good enough for you, right? I'm not a movie star or some heir to a pack. Of course I couldn't catch your eyes. I'm curious, though; tell me—how'd you manage to get both of them wrapped around your little finger?" "What are you trying to say?" I asked, my voice shaking. A bad feeling crept up my spine. "I'm curious to see what you've really got." His lips curled into a sneer. "You've got a killer body, I'll give you that." He suddenly shoved me backward, pinning me against the vanity. His hand slid up my thigh. The short dress I wore made it easier for him. "Get off me!" Panic surged through me. I fought to break free, but the buried, ugly memories in my mind started crawling back, smothering me like a wave crashing in.Moon Goddess, why me? Why again? Why does fate keep putting me in the path of monsters? "Skin so smooth! You really must've worked hard to get those guys hooked, huh?" Willy chuckled. "Let's see if you're worth the hype." The more I struggled, the more excited he became. He grinned like a predator. I was overwhelmed with shame and fury, completely cornered. And then BAM! The lounge door burst open with a deafening crash. Willy jerked in shock, turning toward the noise—only to be punched square in the face.