WillHe was back. Thank God.His memory. His snarky weird-ass attitude and love for all things sugary and sticky.At least that problem had solved itself.I twirled the stick between my hands over the fire. I was exhausted.I love my job.I love my job.I love my job.I freaking hated my job.I was thirty, and I wanted to retire.I was an agent, partially because I was good at it, partially because when my boy band broke up, I didn't really have a choice. I needed a purpose, and it was easy to go into the business side of things.I had an ear for talent.I loved managing musicians.I loathed actors.I wanted to strangle them with my bare hands, give them a little shake, then take them for a long drowning swim in the ocean."You look like hell." Lincoln sat down next to me and sighed. "And you're burning your marshmallow."Zane shot me an evil stare from across the fire, I held up my hands in surrender. "I wasn't paying attention.""She coming?" Linc whispered."Hell
BOOK THREE: STEALWillZane was back. Thank God.His memory. His snarky weird-ass attitude and love for all things sugary and sticky.At least that problem had solved itself.And now I was back in Seaside, where Hollywood single rockstars and actors go to die-also known as the place where every single one of my clients end up in love, married, or with kids.My gut twisted.I twirled the stick between my hands over the fire. I was exhausted.I love my job.I love my job.I love my job.I freaking hated my job.I was thirty, and I wanted to retire.I was an agent, partially because I was good at it, partially because when my boy band broke up, I didn't really have a choice. I needed a purpose, and it was easy to go into the business side of things.I had an ear for talent.I loved managing musicians.I loathed actors.I wanted to strangle them with my bare hands, give them a little shake, then take them for a long drowning swim in the ocean."You look like hell." Linc
WillThe AftermathPresent dayThe cool Seaside breeze picked up, whipping my tight leather jacket around my biceps, making me squeeze my arms across my chest. Annoyance surged through my body, making my blood hot despite the cold weather.Angelica fucking Greene.Late.Shocker.I gritted my teeth and flashed an irritated glance at my Rolex.Make that an hour late to set.Jaymeson waved at me from the beach and lifted his arms up in question. Of course, Angelica gets the second chance of a lifetime working for Jamie Jaymeson - one of the biggest names in the industry, not to mention the youngest - and she's late.An hour late.A pulsing headache throbbed behind my eyes; I pulled off my prescription sunglasses and blew out a breath between my teeth."Sorry!" Angelica's melodic voice interrupted the very vivid daydream I'd just been having: the one where I was chasing her with my car and she tripped, and I accidentally ran over her phone and ruined her life just like she
AngelicaHe hated me.I hated me.The world hated me.The only person that actually tolerated me was my mom, probably because my paychecks made it possible for her to live the life of a rock star. Plastic surgery, new cars, houses in Mexico - she had it all because of me.Because of the grueling schedule she'd forced me into when I was two and barely able to talk.My first word was commercial.My second was hotdog.Mainly because that was the commercial I starred in, it was the first big paycheck my mom cashed."You're gonna be famous, baby!" Mama hugged me tight, squeezing me until my lungs almost popped from the force. It was the first hug she'd given me in weeks. The first time she'd smiled in what felt like forever. And even at that age I knew, that if I could just keep her happy - that would be enough."Fun!" I giggled. "Fun, mama!""Mama will always be fun for you."It was a lie.She was only fun when I did what she said.I closed my eyes against the sting of tear
Will"You look more pissed off than usual." Lincoln sprayed water across the ground giving it a wet effect and then tossed the hose.I rubbed under my eyes and glanced away from it all.Away from the cameras.The crew.The extras.I inhaled the fresh ocean spray, thinking hey, this is where people relax it's supposed to be vacation - God when was the last time I even had one of those? Breathe. In. Out. Easy. We only had three months of shooting. I could do anything with three months."I'm ready." Angelica's voice may as well be a warning alarm going off in my head. Bright red lights flashed in front of my line of vision and every single muscle in my body went taut.I hated the effect she still had on me.She'd gained weight back - no longer looking like a fresh cocaine addict - and her skin was bronzed just enough to give her the summer glow needed for the film. Add that to her captivating catlike eyes and her plump lips, and my body was already responding even when I hated
WillIncognito.My mantra.My goal.My hell.I should be on set instead of hiding out at an abandoned coffee shop down the street.I should be making sure my actress wasn't setting the director on fire, just like I should be making sure that she was doing her job, the job she was getting paid for.Two years ago she'd been fired from three different films.Two years ago she was still doing drugs.Two years ago I was still in love with her.Two years ago she broke my heart for a second time without even realizing it and providence brought her to my agency, my doorstep.I was the freaking Luke Skywalker of her world.I'd dreamed of that moment. The moment she'd come crawling back and I'd sneer in her face, tell her to drop dead, then laugh while the door hit her in the ass on the way out of my office.But that was the thing about revenge. Nobody ever warns you about all the other feelings that attach themselves to that one word.Like regret.Like what ifs.Or the soul-su
AngelicaYou know the dream people have when they're kids? You're naked in front of all of your classmates. They point and laugh while you try to cover up whatever parts you can with two hands all the while wondering why your feet are frozen in place. I mean, why don't you ever run in those dreams? Why do you just stand there? Logic would say to run, right?Instead, you stand, paralyzed with fear.And the worst part?It feels so real.Like it's really happening.Like something you won't ever recover from.I was experiencing one of those moments, only I wasn't dreaming - trust me I even pinched my arm to make sure.Because standing in front of Will's beach house wasn't just my brother, actor Lincoln Greene with his girlfriend, Dani - because that would be normal right? He was in town shooting, he was blood, end of story.I could live with that story.But no.It was my nemeses.My past coming back to my present.In the form of every single Hollywood heartthrob I'd either k
WillI had a plan. A solid plan. Force her into an uncomfortable situation by way of barbecue and exhaust her so much after filming most of the morning that she'd go to sleep and ignore me, ignore the past, ignore all of it while I tried not to lose my mind.My plan didn't work.Because I forgot one tiny little thing about my friends, about the people I represented.They were extremely forgiving.And loyal.So if one of them wanted to give someone a chance again, they jumped on board, they were family even, though not all of them were blood.By the end of the night, I was the exhausted one, dreaming about my pillow while Angelica sat by the fire with a few of the girls and laughed.The first time I heard it, my body went completely still.The second time, I thought I was hallucinating.And the third time, well the third time, I had no choice but to look in her direction. My breath caught in my lungs because, that laugh. God, that laugh was one of my favorite sounds in the w