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"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.
If her name is going to be linked to anyone else's in the press, I want it to be mine. Not Abel Clarke's, not some other actor, butmine.The man who fucking worships the ground she walks on. I'm in love with her, and I want everyone to know it.
Until the day I got trapped in that fucking trailer, I never cared what people thought about me. I did what I wanted to do, and I didn't make apologies for it. But I've spent the last ten years caring too goddamn much. Now, I'm frozen by inaction when it counts the most, terrified that Laura's reputation will take a hit if she's linked to me.
But her reputation isalreadytaking a hit, isn't it? She's already suffering, isn't she? People are already saying vile shit about her. And still, I'm letting their opinions shape our future. I'm allowing what they might have to say dictate what I do.
It's bullshit.
People don't have to like me. They don't have to think I deserve her. I don't care if they tear me to shreds in the papers or say she can do better. Maybe there are a thousand other men out there who look better than I do. It doesn't matter because not a single fucking one of them will ever love her harder or worship her like I do. That much, I can guarantee.
Let them do their worst. It won't change a fucking thing.
I'm claiming my girl. It'll be my name linked to hers or no ones.
Anyone who doesn't like it can get fucked.
Eight
LAURA
"Whoa. Who is that?"
"Is that…Kaiden Huxley?"
I glance up from the script to see Kaiden barging through the space like a bull in a China shop, his eyes locked on me. He's wildly out of place amongst the rows of costumes, standing head, and shoulders higher than everyone else. The intense look on his face steals my breath.
"Hi," I whisper, my stomach turning flips when he reaches my side. "Are you done for the day?" I'm not filming my first scene until tomorrow, but he has some training stuff today, so we're here for the duration.
"Not yet." He leans down, brushing his lips across mine.
The collective intake of breath is sharp enough to suck the oxygen from the room. Everyone goes silent, and I know all eyes are on us. Oh, my goodness. What is he doing? We didn't talk about this. Not that I'm objecting. He can kiss me anytime, anyplace. But there will be no hiding our relationship once this gets out. And itwillget out. Some gossip is too juicy to ignore.
"I missed you," he murmurs, something dark and wicked in his eyes.Possession.
I shiver as it rolls over me in a hot wave. "I missed you too."
"Do you need anything, princess?" he asks, cupping the side of my face. He keeps his back to everyone else in the room, using his body as a barrier to shut them out. But it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop. They're hanging on every word. It'll be all over the set in a matter of hours. It'll be all over town by the end of the week.
Does he know what he's doing?
Judging by the steely determination in his eyes, he does. He wants them to talk.
This crazy, beautiful man is…claiming me.
