Mean's POV

After P'New had announced that he was reversing our roles, I took a glance at Plan. I immediately felt a sharp anxiety run straight to my bones. He was wearing a very wicked and naughty smile on his face, and just to increase my anxiety, I caught P'New winking at him.

Before I could have any further reaction, I found myself flat on my back on the bed, my arms raised helplessly above my head. This was the second time that Plan had done this to me. Somehow he had mastered the technique and I was helpless to stop it.

Just like the last time, he climbed the bed menacingly and straddled me before lowering his head and pressing his mouth on mine.

His mouth was slightly open and I could feel his tongue trying to push my lips open.

I kept both my eyes and lips tightly shut.

"Cut!" P'New called out.

"That is not how you respond to a lover whom you have not seen for a year," P'New scolded me. "Your expression looks like you're being raped."

"But that's exactly how I feel," I protested.

"You cannot express what you are actually feeling," P'New tried to coax me, "remember you're supposed to be acting so your face has to show eagerness and anticipation. What I see on your face right now is plain anxiety. Let's try again."

"Please be gentle," I whispered to Plan. I got no response except a smile that said he was up to no good.

"And action!" P'New called out.

I tried my best to put on a look of desire and anticipation as Plan slowly lowered his head and the cameras zoomed in on our faces.

Once again, I felt Plan's mouth on mine.

My expression of desire turned into anxiety again as I felt Plan ripping off my shirt, making the buttons fly in different directions and landing willy nilly on the carpeted floor.

Shit! He better replace my shirt. My mom had bought it for me from an exclusive name brand store. She would kill me if she saw the state it was in right now.

I started breathing heavily as he trailed his mouth down my bare chest.

From my peripheral vision I could see P'New watching Plan's actions with widened eyes and his mouth open but he never called "Cut!" as I was expecting him to.

But when Plan covered one of my nipples with his mouth, P'New had enough.

"Cut!" P'New called out.

Either Plan did not hear or he refused to hear.

To my horrified realization, I did not want Plan to stop. The warmth and moistness of his mouth on my nipple was sending delicious shivers up and down my spine.

I automatically closed my eyes and felt my hands creeping up to his neck, holding him and keeping him to his spot.

"Cut! Stop it now, both of you!" P'New's voice was right beside our ears, making us break guiltily apart. "Did you guys not hear me the first time?"

We both shook our heads, unable to speak because we were both breathing heavily

I looked around at the rest of our group. They were all looking at us speechlessly in shock.

Perth was the first one to find his voice.

"I wanna try it now, too," he said, turning to P'New.

Suddenly, Saint also found his voice.

"No, Perth, no!" he cried, running towards the door.