“Sarah, drop the British accent for fuck sake.” The director yelled at her for the umpteenth time while the rest of people on set groaned. “Your character is in present day New York, not having tea with the queen, we’ve gone over this a hundred times already. How many times do you want this scene repeated?“ I looked at the stage but my head was lost in the clouds thinking about Pierce. I was ashamed to admit it but I stayed up a couple extra hours in case he changed his mind and decided to join me. After our little argument in his office I knew that he would want to make a point. The way he did it with me was with pleasure. Pleasure tottering on the edge of pain, yet never crossing. A memory surfaced in my mind after my first interview with Gossip and dreams where the host had kissed my cheek. He had tied me to the bed in my apartment and teased me mercilessly, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but never past that point. I swallowed and pressed my thighs t
TAMI… Tami watched Myra rush away with a napkin pressed to her lips with one word playing in her head. bitch. She smiled sickly as she imagined her hands squeezing Myra’s neck and watching her choke played in her mind. Sarah’s arm on her shoulder snapped her back to reality. She suppressed a scathing look in Sarah’s direction and smiled instead. Luckily Sarah was too focused on herself. This was another woman she would enjoy bashing her head in. Her smile widened as another depraved image filled her head. Sarah mistook her smile for encouragement. “I just feel very underappreciated on this set. But that slut gets its all.” She whined. “Oh Sarah, I’m so sorry you go through that, Like I told you already, you’re an excellent actress, I think you should have gotten the lead role even.” “That’s what I’ve been saying! Why’s she so special with her ugly face,not that you have an ugly face, seeing as your faces are nearly identical.” She blushed at her blunder- “you are such a l
I felt a blush crawl up my skin. “Does it really matter what she’s here for? Her family owns half the building, she can come in anytime. But she said something about an article. So she might be having an interview.” I divulged defensively. “Are you avoiding her?” Adams raised his eye brow suspiciously. “No” I lied. “Then give me one good reason you don’t want to be near her.” Because when she’s near all I can think of is the fact that while Pierce was with me, he was probably thinking of her.Like what a loyal friend would do, Adams never doubted the truth of the rumor about me and Pierce was not true, and there was no reason to let them find out the truth. “Fine. Just let me grab my stuff first. After your little adventure, I can go home.” Hopefully the time it took to grab my bag and fix my hair and makeup, she would be long gone. Of course I had no such luck. Tami was still in the studio, surrounded by attentive listeners and Sarah at her side like a proud peacock.
He was here for Tami. He had missed every event I had invited him to, when he was not personally invited to it, but here he was whispering calming things to help her through her supposed nerves and being here to support her. A gnawing ache settled in my chest, making it hard for me to draw air into my lungs. I tapped Adams hand and he loosened his grip on me. “I need some air, it feels really stuffy in here.” “I’ll come with.” “No I want you to stay, I need someone to give me a recap of the interview and Jace is…well he’s Jace.” He was talking to a brunette wearing a headset with a microphone. She twirled her hair and bit her lip suggestively as she batted her lashes at him. “Stay, okay?” I bit out, barely able to keep a rein on my emotions. I passed for okay because he let me off without a second thought. Quickly I retreated from the set. I wasn’t even sure where I was headed, I just kept moving. When I reached an empty hallway with no witnesses, my legs caved under
The box revealed a beautiful ruby necklace embedded in soft black foam. “That was supposed to be your gift for your interview with Lindsay. However, things have been a little crazy of late. And since you’ve been very insistent on throwing your little tantrum with Adams as an accomplice...” “He didn’t do anything.” “Good.” The cell phone started up again and he cursed before he pressed it to his ear. “Yes mother?” I could hear muffled version of a woman’s voice coming out of the speaker and with every word that was said Pierce seemed to get angrier and angrier. “I’ll deal with him, mum…Of course. Love you too.” This was the first time he had answered the phone in front of me, he had not peeked at me and moved away or plain ended the call. Or his usual when he was in the apartment with me, which was to turn his phone off so no one could reach him. And he was probably too angry to notice that I was still standing there when he took the call. I had never seen him look this angry
“Talk to me Lily, what’s wrong?” I asked, my heart speeding up. Was she getting tremors again? Or did she get violent like she did sometimes . Lily sounded too calm for the latter. “ Mum’s fine.” She assured me and I let out a big breath, dropping into the chaise by the window. “I’m sorry, I did not realize my phrasing would send you into a panic. Mum’s okay...for now at least.” I listened to her shuffling feet and then she whispered. ”She's taking a nap.” “What’s the problem then?” “I called a call from the facility, Dad’s release date has been confirmed. They wanted us to know incase we wanted to pick him up.” My blood ran cold. “Why did you say this news could be good or bad?” “Well it's bad because…Dad. But the good thing is, we know how long we have till we move or have to play happy family with him again.” That was true. He didn’t know we were responsible for putting him in jail which meant he would expect us to be waiting with open arms. I didn’t think the man wo
The harsh tone of his words stung me the second they left his lips but Pierce didn’t seem to notice. He poured a large helping of his wine and gulped it down. I wished I could do the same. “I don’t feel hungry anymore.” I dropped my fork in the table and slid out of the chair. Pierce grabbed me and trapped me between him and the table, with my back to him. He pressed his nose to my hair as his hand began a lazy sensual path on my arms. “What do you want Myra, I can tell there’s something bothering you, you don’t have to go to all these lengths, just tell me want you want and you’ll have it.” I moved away from him till my thighs pressed on the table. “I’m sorry, I’m I still throwing a tantrum? What would an obedient mistress do.” Then I had a thought. “No, what would Tami do?” His eyes darkened at the mention of her name. “That’s who I’m supposed to be right?” Sweet, and cooperative. I had spoken to her. It seemed even her best characters were a ruse. I leaned on the table a
Hannah’s face turned to me with alarm in her eyes. It dawned on me that we were doing the movie thing of staring and not reacting. I got off my chair and opened the door quickly to find who our spy was. It was no one. Not a soul hung around the extensive corridor. Hannah bit her lip with guilt on her face. “Well? Who is it?” I shrugged. “No one was out there. McKenzie didn’t shut the door properly. I guess draft pushed it in a bit.” She let out a breath, “that’s a relief.” she moved to the seat McKenzie occupied and plopped down, fanning herself. “I’m too old for these kind of surprises.” I rolled my eyes. Hannah and her need to act like she was pushing sixty. “As I was saying. You need to eat. I look like a hippo next to you right now.” “Don’t be dramatic. I’ve just been stressed. I told you already. What ever news you have is going to determine my diet for the following week, so out with it already.” “Way to put pressure on a girl.” She huffed, “I found two possible jobs, one
I took my first step forward and felt an arm pull me in the opposite direction. “Hey little lady.” Pierce called. “Let’s not go that way.”“But my mum, she’s calling me.” Why was everywhere so freaking dark??“Open you eyes, love.” Open my- ohI did as I was told. To find Pierce looking at me, white as a ghost. My shoulder’s sagged, “I was sleepwalking again.” I could faintly remember my mum calling me. But she was in a hospital far away, and probably alone. “I have a favor to ask.” I started when Pierce led me back to the room.“Tell me.”“My mum, she’s alone there and I don’t want her to get hurt.”“I know Myra. I assigned security details to her room. She is safe.” I sighed in relief and climbed back into bed. “You in the other hand are a tough nut. I might have to tie a bell around your leg. You were very quiet today.”“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake anyone up?” That’s what was going through my head. “Maybe a house arrest collar would be more dignified-what are you doing?”“
Never was there a doubt in my head that I was anything but a stand in, of course towards the end of our relationship- end meaning when Tami returned-I began to think that he liked me for me.“Jealousy looks good on you.” He answered with a shrug. I furrowed my brows. He had said those exact words that night. But I didn’t pay attention to it because it rivaled everything I knew about him. Pierce didn’t do jealousy, or possessiveness. Not when he was on the receiving end of it.“You like it when I was jealous?”“That’s your fourth question, I think I’ve been charitable.” All I was left with was more questions. If he didn’t date me for Tami, it meant he dated me for me. Which was fucking annoying because I spent the majority of our time together trying to fit whatever mold she’d left in his heart. And it raised more questions on why he still insisted on keeping me around even though he was certain he was getting married to Tami! I took a deep breath, let it out, and when that wasn’t e
“Lily.” I called, going in to comfort her, but then she noticed my bloodied shirt. “What happened to you?”“Someone stabbed me when I went to the studio.”Her eyes widened, “dad?”“No, it was a woman.” She stepped out of the room and clasped me in a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.”“Me too, I don’t want you going out.”“Alright.” She agreed immediately.“I’m sorry dad showed up.”“It was gonna happen sooner or later. I’m sorry about your interview.”“No harm done. Sweetie.”“I’m also sorry I didn’t do more after your nightmare. I didn’t know what to do-“I held her face with my good hand. “It’s not your job to know.” She nodded. “Do you wanna hang out with me? Pierce is ordering pizza.”“No, I think I’m gonna take a nap.”I understood she still needed time alone to process. “I’m over there. If you need me.”Pierce was back in the room when I returned, he was arranging two boxes of sweet smelling pizza and a sealed cup with mango smoothie. My heart softened at the gesture. I didn’t thi
The sound of sirens started and panic really spread among the crowd. The group scattered in different directions pushing me from side to side. While I followed with my injured arm pinned to my side and the other clutching my wound to stop the bleeding. In the chaos I saw Derek ripping people out of the way to get to me.“Shit!” He cursed when he saw all the blood. “It’s not a big wound, I just bleed a lot.” I assured him as men in uniform jogged to the area, and tackled some of the reporters. There were grunts and the sound of bodies hitting the ground around me, not to mention the moans of people who got trampled on, while trying to make their escape.I grabbed Derek with my bloodied hand to draw his attention to me. “I want to go home.” He eyed my arm again. “Please.” He nodded reluctantly and led me to the car, which was parked at the back of the building for some reason. The drive home was the most tense and quickest ride of my life, and I did not mind it one bit.“We’ll have
When I woke up the next morning to the sound of Pierce showering, I went straight down to turn on the television. My heart dropping with every channel that had my face or name written in it. Angie brought breakfast to me while I was still glued to the Tv.“What a pain that is.” Ruth said as she came to give me meds. “I never was a fan of TV, at the end of the day it’s all about the ratings isn’t it?” I didn’t give a response. “Are you still having bad morning sickness?”I shook my head.“Okay. I’ll leave you to it then.”My phone rang and I grabbed it, my eyes still glued to the television. “This is Rhonda, Myra. We need you to come in for a meeting this morning.”I chewed on my thumb and forefinger nervously. We’re they planning on recasting me because of the interview? “What time would be good?”She hesitated, “now.”I nodded, then realised it was a voice call. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”As soon as the line went dead I raced back upstairs. Pierce was slipping on a t-shirt when I got
My eyes filled with tears. “He’s the one I’ve been seeing in my nightmares okay?! The man who has me so scared that I get out of bed while sleeping just to get away from him.” His confused face morphed into concern then anger. “What did he do to you. Tell me, I’ll make him regret the day that he touched you.”“Like you did to Adams? News flash, that text you saw that night? it was from my dad, not Adams. And I don’t know what you did, but Adams is getting deported now.”His eyes changed, “It was going to happen sooner or later.”I scoffed and wiped tears from my eyes furiously. “You’re just like him.”“What?”“I said you’re a just like him! You both ruin peoples lives. Except you do it with money and he did it with his fists. Why did you do that to Adams? To protect your possession? Guess what? That’s what he thought of me, that’s what he thought of my sister. Property. Do you know how many times he tried to sell me off to his friends, I was just a thing! he could use.”“That’s not
He grinned at me as the audience below clapped. “Everyone, this is Myra Thompson’s father. We know how secretive our girl is, so what better person to give in ept to her life than her father.” Destan said jovially while my throat closed up. I glanced at the audience frantically in search of Lily or Hannah as I took a quick step back.Then back at my father. He looked unrecognizable, a far cry from the intimidating figure that loomed over my childhood. The man who had long haunted my dreams had changed; his gaunt frame had filled out, and his face was now smooth-shaven. But it was his smile that unsettled me the most - once a rare and menacing sight, now seemed cunning and deliberate, a calculated gesture that unsettled me more than his anger could.“Come on darling, won’t you give your father a hug.” His voice sounded smoother better than when he was drowning in liquor. He crushed me into a hug and whispered in my ear, “It’s a shame I have to go to such length to see you, doll.” An
The D-day had finally arrived and I felt so nervous I could puke my guts out. Lily was somewhere backstage waiting for Hannah. I lost her when a crew of people had carted me off to make sure I was miked up and ready.I paced backstage wringing my hands together. “Candy?” A stage hand offerred, extending a bowl to me. “For your breath.” I grabbed one.“I think I’m just gonna find my sister, is she still backstage, or has she joined the others?”The others being, Jace, Bianca and Jeremy. Jace had gotten all of them tickets, how he did it? I didn’t have time to ask. “I think she’s still here. I could go on find her for you if you’d like.” I shook my head frantically. “I need to move around a bit, anyway, thank you.”“Alright. Just take deep breaths alright?”Why did this show have to be live? And where the hell was Hannah. I walked around, getting stopped very few times by Destan’s backstage crew. A particular burly man who I heard being called Jelly or JB, lingered around me, I knew
Lily didn’t look like she wanted to be the one to answer the question, so I turned to Angie who layed one of my dresses on the bed gently.“Mr Blackwood instructed us to move your stuff here.”My eyebrows connected with my hairline. He was moving me into his room?! “Where is he? He’s left for work?”“No he’s in the gym.”I stalked out of the room and straight downstairs to find him. He was using the pull up machine when I stopped in front of him, and crossed my arms. “What is it?” He grunted after a while.“You told Angie to move my things to your room:”“I did. I’m guessing you have a problem with that?”“Of course, I have a problem with that. Why do you think it’s okay to do that? AND without my permission.” He sighed and stopped using the machine, which was a shame because watching his muscles flex was reducing my annoyance.“You know why I’m moving you, I don’t want you or the baby to get hurt because you’re suddenly sleep walking. In my room, I can keep an eye on you.”“Get An