Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
"Erm…which way is Wardrobe?" I ask Audrey.
Luca steps up beside Audrey, spearing me with a dark look. "How would Audrey know? She's hair and makeup. Wardrobe is Edie's department."
"Right," I mutter, shaking my head. Guess I'll be finding it by my damn self then.
Halfway to Wardrobe, Laura's love interest in the movie stumbles out of his trailer with his assistant hot on his trail. Abel Clarke. He's one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. He's also one that can't seem to stay out of the papers. Everyone has an opinion on Clarke, and most aren't great. He's known for being difficult.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about the fact that he's starring alongside Laura in this movie. It has nothing to do with his dark good looks and everything to do with his reputation. The last thing she needs right now is a bad boy on his redemption tour fucking this up for her. And I'm not nearly dumb enough to believe he decided to do this movie of his own free will. I'm guessing he's one more scandal from serious trouble, and this is him paying his dues.
"They're going to make such a good couple," a woman sighs.
I whip my head in her direction. "Who?"
She turns wide eyes on me, blinking as if just noticing me. Her gaze darts to the scar across my cheek, her heavily made-up face paling slightly. I don't know who she is. She wasn't there when Laura introduced me earlier. And then I see the studio badge clipped to her shirt. Loraine Templeton. Production Assistant. She works for Heart & Soul.
"Oh, um, Abel and Laura," she says.
"They aren't together," I grit out through clenched teeth.
"Oh! Of course, of course," she stammers. "I mean their characters. People are going to go crazy when they see them on screen together, you know. He's so freaking hot. And she's gorgeous. Audiences will eat it up. Especially once they see that sex scene in the candy shop." She fans her face and laughs. "It's going to be the talk of the town!"
My brows pull together in a dark scowl. Fucking hell. She has a sex scene with him. I mean, I knew she had a sex scene with him. But I didn't think about the ramifications of her having a sex scene with him. He'll be touching her. People will see them together. People will see her.
"Are…are you growling?" Loraine asks.
"Where the fuck is a copy of this script?"
Loraine shuffles through the stack of papers in her arms and thrusts a copy of the script at me. I take it and spin on my heel, stomping back toward Laura's trailer. I fling myself inside, my heart pounding. I want to hunt Abel down and break his pretty face. But I can't do that. Laura will fucking kill me. And it's not like he's even done anything wrong anyway. I'm rational enough to realize that, even with possessive jealousy roiling through me in a dark cloud.
Instead, I read through the scene, said jealousy eating me alive. This is her job. I knew that when I fell in love with her. I'll swallow my own goddamn tongue before I ask her to quit, especially right now. But fuck my life. I did not consider the fact that I'd have to be here and see this scene unfold when I took this job. If I had….
If I had, nothing. I'd still be here. Fuck. I'd still be right goddamn here. It doesn't fucking matter if he touches her for a movie. It doesn't matter if he pretends to make out with her or if he pretends to fuck her. And I don't give a fuck if every viewer on the planet sees it and cooks up some fantasy of the two of them living happily ever after. It'll never happen.
She's my little shining star. No sex scene and no movie will change that. Neither will Abel Clarke. I don't care if he is "freaking hot," as Loraine said.
I fling the script across the trailer, scrubbing my hands down my face.
"Get it together, Kaiden," I mutter to myself. It doesn't help. Truth is…I'm losing my mind here. Since the day I met Laura, I've been in a freefall. Long dormant instincts have taken over. Jealousy and hot possession ride me every minute of the day. All I think about is her. All I dream about is her. Half of me wants to keep her all to myself. The other half wants to shout from the rooftops that she's mine and no one else can have her.
The two sides constantly war with one another. Knowing she's being dragged through the mud is fucking me up. I don't like it at all. She deserves the world. This woman was made to be adored. And goddamn, how I adore her.