Everett’s car stopped at the entrance to the Studio lot by his fans. Several members of a few fan clubs were there to express their opinion of a video he’d found on the net when it popped up on a feed he’d followed. There appeared to be two factions now. One for his relationship with Rebecca and the other against it. Security was out in force this morning, trying to keep the peace and traffic into the lot flowing. Some fans were trying to get in as well. Now, Everett saw how Rebecca entering the studio by the general employee entrance in a nondescript cab made sense. Someone would have to hang out there waiting for her to leave a cab or step off the public bus. With the number of people coming in that way, it would be impossible. He suspected if Rebecca took off her wig, no one would recognize her unless they were aware to look for her with an altered appearance. “Mr. Stone. I’m sorry about this. It started about an hour ago.”
Yuri spent most of the day doing his job. His mind wandered over his evening with Leo and Gena. He’d enjoyed his time. She wasn’t what he expected, but Gena held his attention and made him use his creativity. Yuri had never met a woman like her before, and he wanted time to explore how far he could go with her. Usually, women wouldn’t accept Yuri in the raw. Add in Leo and the women often fled, terrified from the experience. Not Gena. He had to use his back-up plan to keep her in line, and he’d need to add to his material to keep her where he wanted her. Rebecca appeared nice enough, but she didn’t do it for him. With her, he’d act like he wanted her. Only to get the money the Studio promised him and to see Everett make a fool of himself. Gena too wouldn’t take kindly to Rebecca, gaining his attention. Yuri found she didn’t care for sharing anything with another woman, but Rebecca took Gena’s jealousy to an entirely new level. He’d enjoy finding out how he coul
The meeting went as expected. They’d reamed them out and told how them how poorly they’d done their job, and they must do better, when it came down to poor planning and setup. Yuri spent most of the meeting reasoning out why he took Gena out of there and Rebecca couldn’t blame him. But it looked bad for the operation, as this studio stooge called it. Rebecca wanted to scream at a few points. Everett stepped in and defended her several times, which had Yuri looking unhappy even though Everett and she were supposed to end up married. She couldn’t see everything wrapping up in a week. A month maybe. But a week? They need a secret love affair to make a weak sound reasonable, and Rebecca didn’t want to reveal anything about their marriage to anyone. Thankfully, Everett kept his mouth shut about it as well. As long as no one went looking under their legal names. Then they wouldn’t find the evidence of their marriage or divorce. But with the chatter in the
Rebecca hated going to clubs. They were loud, distracting, and they took a lot of energy from her. Then she lost time where she could study her lines and recover from her day. Oddly, in the last week she’d felt better than she had in a long while. Rebecca didn’t want to lose this chance. “Yuri, just relax and have an enjoyable time. I’m not high maintenance like some women. You don’t need to worry; I don’t dance a lot or drink too much. In fact, I’m bored. This club thing isn’t something I would normally choose. So, I’m afraid they picked a terrible location for us, but we will get through it.” “You don’t need to worry. I know what I’ll do to make things clear to other people around us without annoying you, Rebecca.” Yuri didn’t like the idea that this wouldn’t be a place she’d pick. It meant Everett would probably take her away again. Sweep her off her feet and take her somewhere else. Leaving him to look like he had an egg on his face. How did the
Rebecca entered the loud nightclub. Loud, bright, overcrowded, and she smelled something suspicious. Yuri took her through the gauntlet of friends and people who needed to see him with her. Finally, he ordered table service. The wait staff brought several bottles of champagne and glasses to the table. Rebecca did not catch all of Yuri’s friends’ names, but she had a knack with speaking to a person without ever using their name. Most people never caught on or assumed she felt close to them. “How was your job today, Yuri? Did they give you a lot of lines to remember?” Rebecca came to think of the three men who wouldn’t leave as bootlicker one, two, and three. They didn’t appear to do anything more than talk up Yuri like he was someone important they must know. “We weren’t shooting today. The cast rehearsed what we’re shooting tomorrow. But I’m sad because I’m nothing more than scene dressing with only a few simple lines to remember.” Yuri said. He smi
“Where’s the ambulance?! She’s injured. Someone, go get me something to slow the bleeding.” One of the serving staff handed him a clean bar towel. Everett knew Rebecca didn’t feel it right now. Her anger hid the pain from her, and she wasn’t one that did well with blood. He had to call the shots. Yuri only now wandered over and looked a little concerned. Everett glared at him. Some promise to take care of her. “Everett I’m fine. I’m just angry at how she went after me like that. It’s your fault, you know. She thinks I’m a slut because of this.” “Well, we know who is to blame for that, now, don’t we? Now, love, we need to move you, but if we do it the wrong way, you can get hurt even more. I think you fell on broken glass.” “She threw a full glass of something at me before she started hitting me. Whatever was in the glass got in my eyes and stung. I couldn’t see what was happening. It still hurts to open them.” “Okay, then don
Josalyn felt lightheaded. She felt thankful Jake was there. Josalyn didn’t know half of what happened. He made her go to the hospital. Give her bandages, let her wash her face, and restore everything to its proper order. Whatever the substance was, it looked like blood and burned a little. Once she flushed it from her eyes and face, she’d be fine. Josalyn heard Jake speak to a paramedic. He gave her medical history and their genuine relationship. Since when was she pregnant? Josalyn thought that was unforgiveable. She’d have a few words with him about that later. Right now, Josalyn wanted to sleep. The ambulance ride turned into a bumpy, but fast trip. Jake didn’t leave her. When they removed her from the ambulance, he was there, and he walked into the Emergency Department with her. He sat by the head of the bed as they helped her with her clothes and patched her up. Josalyn wanted to cry. She didn’t remember the last time he
Everett left the hospital. Rebecca had a room. She’d stay the night to ensure she didn’t need more blood or develop more complications. The doctors would watch the swelling and discoloration of her face during her stay. He was unsure how he felt to find out Rebecca wasn’t pregnant. Rebecca appeared to have mixed feelings as well. He didn’t want to leave, but she’d need her things. Rebecca gave him instructions on where he’d find a bag she kept prepared for this. Everett felt happy with the situation after he wore her down with the help of Dr. Walker. Until her strength returned, she would remain by his side. Dr. Walker visited during his evening rounds at the hospital. Everett’s mind was so tired he took a hired car service to the old house. He felt odd returning here. Like the car brought him home from a week away, filming on an exotic set. He noticed a light in the living room through a curtain crack. Did Rebecca always keep the light on to avoid
“I lost our first baby. It’s my fault Everett didn’t know about it. I didn’t tell him because it would’ve killed him and I feared he’d think I was using it as an excuse to cling to him. If I told him he’d want to know why it happened and then blame me for it. I was too tired from losing the baby that I’ve agreed to almost anything. Mentioning pregnancy, I indeed recall feeling the same way before. Rebecca leaned against the door jamb and gave a heavy sigh. Hopefully, this time yields better results. Can’t do it again.” “Then I’ll go call them now and see if I can catch the receptionist before she leaves for lunch. I hope it’s a baby and nothing bad.” Jill left the dressing room and the other to speak between themselves. “A baby…” Rebecca sounded like she was stunned. “Oh, good grief. I hope the doctor was correct when he told you I could still have children.” “We’ll find out soon enough.”(SEVEN MONTHS LATER- MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL, LABOR, AND DELIVE
“Are you alright love? Should I call your doctor for an appointment?” Everett asked Rebecca when she left the bathroom of the dressing room they now shared at work. He looked at her with concern in his eyes. “I don’t know. I’m nauseous but there’s no pain. “Perhaps I’m coming down with something,” Rebecca said, her pale face lacking its usual smile. “This will pass soon too.” “Perhaps we should secure the appointment now, rather than later. We’ll play it safe and catch whatever it is early. Why don’t you go sit down and relax? I know our lunch will arrive at the set soon. Then we can enjoy it and see how you’re feeling.” “The truth is I’m a little tired and nauseous. That’s it. No headaches, no pain, or weakness. There’re no mystery rashes, and my breathing is fine. I can’t find even a simple mystery bruise, and no strange bouts of acne. My hair isn’t falling out like it was, at least not yet.” “Can we sit and list your exper
Coming out of the interview with Everett, Josalyn sat down an hour later with the man she knew was her father. She’d spent hours researching stories and coming up with questions. The writers added questions to the lists well in advance. The questions went through the Studio’s legal department and her father’s legal team went through them as well. It became a lengthy-drawn-out process because of all the legal complications. Everett insisted on staying with her for support and sat in the dark shadows off to the side, away from the cameras, watching everything. He’d become protective and a little obsessive of Rebecca, but at this point she didn’t mind so much. Rebecca still basked in his attention and his attention hadn’t become intrusive yet in her eyes. Something had changed and Rebecca knew that. Her father sat there and shifted in his seat. He didn’t appear comfortable, and she’d not hesitate to say he appeared nervous. She attributed it to his pri
(SIX WEEKS AFTER THEIR WEDDING) Everett took a seat beside Rebecca on a sound stage. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. Then his smile changed from the genuine one he gave her to the smile he’s known for when he looked at the interviewer. This was their explanation of events. Legal advice urged them to take a preemptive measure to defend against Gena’s potential slander. “Thank you for being here Mr. Stone and Ms. Jones.” Ken Douglas said to them as he settled into his own seat after greeting them. The cameras were rolling and picking up everything. “Thank you, Mr. Douglas. But it’s Mrs. Stone now.” Everett said to Ken. He corrected the interviewer before Rebecca could. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you changed your name.” Ken Douglas looked at his notes, already off kilter with this interview. “It’s a recent development. My wife and I decided it would better reflect our leaving the past in the past.
“Morning, everyone. Thank you for settling down so quickly. Let’s start immediately. I’m afraid we have had several events in the past few weeks and several rather disturbing events last night.” Surprisingly, the Studio handler, who never attended a meeting like this before, assumed control. He let the comments and surprises fill the room. “It’s with a heavy heart that I must tell everyone that Yuri will not return to the set as he and his driver were found early yesterday morning dead in their cell. The cause of their deaths isn’t known, but suicide has not been ruled out yet.”Shock spread among everyone, including Josalyn. Though she knew the reputation of Gena’s family and two suicides this early didn’t sound right to her. Gena’s family had conflicting feelings about the women in their family. Hurting their own women was one thing, but an outsider doing so was another. Then there’s the baby. She wondered if they could have killed Yuri not for harming Gena, but for caus
They had two weeks for their honeymoon. Jake promised to arrange for something better later. He wouldn’t tell her where they’d go. It would be a surprise. He believes it’s important to be nearby for her health since her recent injuries stopped her from doing physical activities in a foreign country. If something happened, he didn’t trust the medical system of a foreign nation. Jake let her decide if she would show up at the studios without her wig. It’s odd to see the reaction she received when they arrived at the gate this morning. “Well, here we go.” Jake’s choice of driver eased their way through security and fans. They’d been lying in wait for them. Nunzio and Ben, both warned them that there’d been clashes between two groups of fans. One group supported their marriage, and a second group opposed it. “Yeah, I wonder what they’ll do when they learn we were married before this.” Josalyn asked Jake, “What they would make of that?” Their
Jake and Josalyn relaxed and enjoyed their usual activities at the cottage. Without the crowd of friends, of course. This time they weren’t window shopping for antiques. They could go through the shops and buy whatever they wanted. Though Jake found Josalyn hesitant to use his money. He couldn’t risk lowering his guard. He had to watch her to see what caught her eye and then ensure that he purchased it. These pieces weren’t for the cottage, but for their city house. Once they completed the renovations, they needed to refurnish the entire house. They needed everything from the floorboards to the ceiling. They won’t understand everything right away, but they can start. Afterwards, he would hire a professional to finish the space. “Jake, over here. Look at this. I love these cabinets; wouldn’t they make perfect nightstands for the master bedroom?” “Found a blanket box bench over there. Place it at the bed’s foot. It’s not just a box but has several dra
The next morning, they ate their breakfast on the back deck overlooking the lake and enjoyed the silence of nature as the sun rose. Josalyn forgot the joy of sitting without worrying about schedules, scripts, or getting through the day. Jake’s presence was soothing rather than grating on her nerves. She viewed him differently last night, absorbing new information about her long-held experiences. Her fears were unfounded sometimes and in others she found herself exposed to far too much. This time, when she tried to bring up the problems, Jake stood with her, and they formed a consensus. With that consensus came a plan. The plan’s activation is uncertain, but it would provide clarity to the public. They agreed not to involve the Studio’s PR handler. They’d handle it alone and let the chips fall where they may. She came clean about her finances and today they’d hand them to Jake’s family’s accounting firm and allow them to sort out her debts. Jake wasn
Josalyn lay on their bed at Jake’s teasing mercy. His hungry gazed followed his hands, and he toyed with her body. He’d just told her he wanted to see her orgasm before he satisfied himself. Then, without missing a beat, his fingers found her depths and thrust into her core, searching for that spot that would send her spiraling out of control. Her breath became heavy. “I want to share this pleasure with you. Let me touch you, Jake.” “Later. Now focus on what I’m doing and enjoy it. Breathe and focus. His other hands slid along her inner thighs with gentle caresses that left her thighs shaking and her mind forgetting to breathe. Along with her rich moans, the room filled with the slick sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Josalyn knew he loved to hear what his actions did to her body. “Jake, oh god. Please I want to touch you.” “You know the rules love. I want to start tonight off right. Come on my hand. Show me h