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I need to get over Eric.
He made it clear that he wanted me out of his life, I just need to get him out of my head and then I can move on. It’s just so hard when every night I think about that night. The one where he took me all night long.
The one that I can’t get out of my mind.
Chapter Thirteen
Eric
“Shut your mouth Eric; it doesn’t suit you!”
Florence barks at me as I’m watching my leading lady walk towards me. Fuck it’s Valentina, she’s wearing a dress that belongs in a convent and her dark hair’s loose, but her blue eyes are unmistakable. Everything about her is, especially the way that she tastes.
“What Ms. Nightingale, you going to make sure that I don’t touch my leading lady.”
Too late for that, fuck why didn’t I click that it was her? There are not many women in LA with the same name. The one that I fucked in every part of my house is going to be my leading lady and the way that I treated her when she was
She shakes her head, “I’ll do better than that. If you do. Then not only will you find yourself out of a job, but I’ll fucking quit.”
“Come with me!” She points her finger and then leads me into the departure lounge. I assume so that Little Boo Peep, doesn’t hear what she has to say about her. Or rather what she has in mind to tell me to do. Keep as far as fucking away from her as possible.She closes the door behind me and then the light comes on. Then she starts to pace up and down, while I see a chair near the window with only a view of the airport and decide to slump in it. It’s as far away from her as possible.
Florence paces up and down while I wait for her to spit it out. We both know where this conversation’s heading. Part of me feels as if it’s pointless. She’ll tell me to behave, I’ll say I’ll try, and then the next thing we’ll be back to having this same conversation all over again.
Florence’s been in the industry a long time. She’s getting into her fifties. But still, tells people that she’s forty something. That something has been a line that she’s been using for years. The problem in Hollywood, as I found out from a tender age, is that you’re never forgiven for your bad behavior. Everyone gets to know about you, even people you’ve never worked with and the problem started when I began to get a reputation and unfortunately that passed on to Florence and in tail everyone that she was working with. They were dropping her like a bad habit. She’s lost a lot because of me, and I should be trying to behave myself, but it’s so fucking hard.
The last stint I did was a movie that went straight to pay-per-view. Those are the lowest of the lows. One minute, life is good, and you’re being called to work with everyone and anyone, on movies left, right, and fucking center. The next, no one wants to know you.
I found my comfort, coke. It suddenly became my best friend, and I was shooting up like there was no tomorrow. I went to rehab and got cleaned up, and for some reason going out drinking once in a while seemed like a better alternative. Besides alcohol’s a lot cheaper than coke.
“Eric,” she smiles, but I can see the rage forming behind her dark eyes.
“You want this job? Don’t you?”
She’s crossing her arms over her overbearing chest asking me a question that she knows the answer too.
“Sure.”
Then I cross my legs and start to think about the way things used to be. Her sitting me down and telling me about all the offers on the table. I look at the large conference table in front of me. No papers.
No offers.
No contracts.
I need to get Valentina act as if we’ve never met each other before. That’s the only way that this thing is going to work. She acts as if she doesn’t know me and vice-versa.
“Well, don’t even think about looking at her like that unless it’s on set. Don’t even think about touching her unless you hear the words Action. She’s innocent. Just started out and you need to be a good boy. Do you think that you can do that?”
I look up as I see images of Valentina’s pussy in front of me. Fuck, I need to get it together. Florence will know something’s wrong if I don’t do it and I’ll be out of the business for good. I’m too young for to retire.
“Don’t fucking think. Just do as I say. You got it?”
I nod my head, like a fucking choir boy.
“You’ve got no money. No options and you’re not bringing me down again.”
She shakes her head as she jumps off the table and nearly sprains her ankle doing it.
“I’m not going down with you. If you even touch her and this job doesn’t go well. You’re on your own. I’m not having you do this to me again.”
