Desire Investment System

Before they could properly start, a sharp clatter came. Something had dropped to the floor.

Both of their heads snapped toward the door.

Amelia stood there, wide-eyed, frozen in shock.

Valentina's blood ran cold. Panic crashed through her.

For a long second, the room seemed to stop breathing. The air hung heavy, thick with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Amelia's voice hurried, awkward. "I-I'm sorry for… disturbing you." She turned toward the door. "I'll go."

But Jace pulled his cock from Valentina's ass and spoke smoothly, as if nothing had happened.

"Amelia, wait. I forgot to ask you something."

He stepped down from the bed, naked.

Amelia, still facing the door, stammered, "I-It's okay, you can… say it on the set… tomorrow."

Jace smirked. "No. It's very important."

His footsteps carried him closer until he stood just inches behind her, his cock brushing against her.

His voice darkened. "Why didn't you ask me how I knew your room number… when you never told anyone?"

Valentina frowned in confusion.

Amelia froze, lips parting slightly. "…T-That's…"

Jace placed a hand on her shoulder and tugged gently. "Don't be shy. Look at me, and say it."

Amelia turned reluctantly. Her smile twitched, forced. "Y-You're the producer, so… obviously you've done some research…"

She gave a weak laugh.

Jace's polite smile remained, but his tone cut sharp. "Don't give me that bullshit."

Amelia's shoulders stiffened. Her eyes darted away. She couldn't meet his gaze, guilt written across her face.

Jace leaned closer, voice low. "You saw me touching Valentina's thigh during the party, and you ignored it. Right?"

Valentina's head snapped up, anger flashing.

A bead of sweat slid down Amelia's temple.

Jace's voice turned darker. "And you also saw me grab her ass today during shooting, right?"

Valentina's rage boiled over. "WHAT?"

Amelia flinched at the shout. Her lips trembled, unable to answer.

Jace leaned back, smug returning to his face.

Of course she ignored it. In this industry, pretending not to see was the safest move. Look the other way, keep working, protect the image.

But here, away from public eyes, Valentina's trust that had been built over years working with Amelia… now that it was broken.

'How would it look?' Jace thought, amused, almost eager.

Like a psychopath waiting to see the crash.

Amelia's hands clenched her dress tightly. "I… I was just…"

Valentina stormed down from the bed, wrapping herself in a white blanket. Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she rushed toward Amelia.

She stopped inches away, glaring. "Why did you?"

Amelia's voice shook. "I-I can explain."

Valentina's voice broke, fury tangled with grief. "Explain what? I trusted you. I thought if there was any director who could help me rise, it was you. But you—" Her throat caught. "Why? Just why?"

Amelia reached out, trying to touch her hand. "I'm sorry."

Valentina shoved her hand away, tears spilling as she began to cry.

Amelia stood frozen, guilt and helplessness flooding her face.

On the side, Jace stood relaxed, cock hard, twitching. 'I should've brought some popcorn,' he mused, holding back a laugh.

Valentina sobbed quietly, shoulders trembling. Amelia bit her lip, wringing her hands, unable to move closer.

Then Jace finally stepped forward.

He placed a hand on both their backs, sliding himself between them, his cock brushing against the blanket and Amelia's dress.

His mask of politeness returned. "Let's stop here."

Valentina whipped her head toward him, furious. "WHAT?"

He smirked. "Relax, your glare can pierce through me." He chuckled lightly, but neither woman laughed. They only stared.

Jace's expression shifted to a smile. He looked down at Valentina. "Why not forgive her just this once?"

Her lips parted, ready to snap, but Jace cut her off before she could say anything.

"She did it for you. So the production wouldn't stall. So you wouldn't have to face another failure."

Amelia's expression folded inward. Guilt, shame, apology. One hand gripped her opposite elbow tight.

Valentina's rage wavered, just slightly.

Jace leaned close to her ear. His breath tickled her skin. "Forgive her, at least for me."

A shiver ran through her body.

After a moment, she whispered, "O-Okay…"

Jace's smirk widened. "Now then…" His eyes slid to Amelia. "Why don't you join us?"

Amelia's face snapped toward him, stunned. "P…Pardon?"

Valentina blinked in disbelief. "What are you saying?"

Jace bent to Valentina's ear, voice low. "If she looks at you while I fuck your asshole…" His hot breath brushed her. "How would it feel?"

Valentina's face burned crimson, forbidden thoughts rushing in. She glanced at Amelia, chest heaving.

With a shaky, flushed voice she said, "Yes. Join us. Or… I won't forgive you."

Amelia froze, caught between fear and guilt. Her lips parted, hesitant.

Jace let go of their shoulders and walked calmly to the bed. He sat, cock stiff and twitching.

His tone casual, yet heavy. "If you don't calm my cock down within ten minutes… I'll have to rethink the production."

Amelia bit her lip, hard. Hesitation racked her body, mind racing.

But slowly, after a few moments, she nodded.

Her steps were stiff as she walked toward him. She stopped in front of him, trembling.

His smug smile returned. "One minute has already passed."

Then slowly her knees bent. She lowered herself, tongue slipping out nervously.

Amelia's tongue touched the thick head of Jace's cock. Her lips wrapped around him, sucking lightly, her head moving in short, shaky motions.

Her tongue flicked at the underside, tracing his length. Saliva began to coat him, dribbling down her chin as she tried to take him deeper.

Her gagged breath filled the room, wet and unsteady.

Valentina watched, arousal twisting inside her.

She hadn't expected just watching would make her this wet.

Her thighs squeezed together, body trembling, chest rising with quick breaths.

Jace looked at her, voice playful. "Valentina, why don't you join us."

She swallowed hard, but moved closer. She bent down, her tongue just about to touch his cock.

Then—

A bullet pierced through the window.

And went straight through Jace's skull.