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I don’t know how I feel about Ivy. Do I believe in love at first sight? Nope. But what I feel for Ivy could make me a believer. These last few years have been lonely, even if my solitude was self-inflicted.
“I know things have been rough for you. I’m happy if you’ve found someone who—”
A loud beeping blares from his phone, interrupting the touchy-feely moment we were about to have. He picks it up and curses under his breath.
“What’s wrong? Our leading man cut his hair?”
“No. Worse. We’re all stuck on the mountain. A massive storm is rolling in, and they’ve closed the roads. No one goes in or out.”
“Outstanding.”
“Hey, at least you’ve got somewhere warm to stick your dick.”
I resist the urge to punch him right in the mouth. “I won’t tell you again to watch your fucking tone.”
He holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man. I really can’t complain. I’ve got issues of my own to deal with.”
“I’ll stay out of yours if you stay out of mine,” I tell him as I stand.
“Done. I’ll send out an updated schedule to everyone once I have everything figured out.”
I leave the conference room and roam the halls of the resort.
Being snowed in might not be so bad. I’ll have Ivy all to myself. No need to leave the bedroom, which means we won’t have to worry about the tabloid snakes hanging around. The less we’re seen, the fewer people will know.
A sudden twinge in my thigh is another reminder of why I hide from the public. The paparazzi can be ruthless, willing to do whatever it takes for a story, even if it means killing an innocent woman.
The alarm on my phone chimes, reminding me I’m supposed to be at another table read. I quickly pack those ugly memories away as I head for my next appointment. Someday, I’ll finally deal with what happened. Today is not that day.
The makeup room is on the way, and I decide one little kiss from Ivy won’t hurt. As I walk down the corridor leading to the salon she’s set up in, I hear voices. One is definitely hers, but the other, I don’t immediately recognize.
“So, you wouldn’t fuck me, but you’ll fuck an old man like Ford Harmon?”
I knew Jacob Taylor was an asshole, and now he’s harassing my girl.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she insists.
“Don’t play dumb with me, little girl. Everyone saw those pictures of you two together.”
“We walked to the elevator together. What’s the big deal?”
The longer I listen, the angrier I become, but Ivy is holding her own. As much as I want to be her knight in shining armor, Hollywood can be ruthless. Ivy needs to stand up to a sleazeball like Taylor to prove she has what it takes to last in this industry.
There’s a soft rattling, like something falling to the ground, and then Ivy gasps.
“Let go of me,” she whines.
“I don’t get why you’d take a ride on Ford Harmon’s geriatric dick when you could have me, sweetheart.”
Those are the last words he utters before I step inside and shove him away from Ivy.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on a woman again!” I roar.
“I knew it.” He sneers as his eyes slide over to Ivy. “You’d better be careful, little girl, or he might just get you killed.”
“Son of a bitch!” I lunge toward him, cocking my fist back before letting it fly.
It lands right on his jaw with a satisfying crack.
