All Chapters of Seaside Pictures: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ZaneThree hours of flushing toilets, and I was suddenly thankful she only had a five-hour shift this morning. It wasn't like I'd planned on going to work with her like a total loser. But I'd driven to the set, taken one look at all the extras, consumed at least a half bag of marshmallows, then found myself passing the resort.After a few questions at the front desk, I was directed to the back office where Fallon would be, and the rest was history.Well, sort of.I 'd just stripped the bed when I heard her scream.My feet tangled in the sheets nearly sending me against the nightstand before I freed myself and ran into the other room."What's wrong?" Adrenaline spiked through my system as I sized up the situation. Fallon's eyes were wide and then she did a little dance and washed her hands about five times before shuddering.I peeked around the corner of the table. Clinging to the wall like a giant deflated slug was a used condom. I smirked. "Tell me you touched it.""With my

FallonI regretted giving him my number almost immediately. Apparently, Dominos was getting angry that he kept calling them and asking them to approve of lyrics.So finally, three days after we started our weird partnership.Three days after the purposeful kiss.We were back to being whatever we were to begin with, the awkward girl and the pop star.We spent afternoons together walking on the beach, going to the aquarium, and eating.Zane loved eating.But he refused to eat anything without first savoring a few marshmallows, and when I asked him about it, he got so defensive I dropped the subject for fear he was going to be the celebrity that threw his drink in my face and stalked off.Mags still begged for information.But I was a vault.That, and I didn't really know what to tell her.It was kind of... not embarrassing? I don't know what it was, I couldn't really put my finger on it. Maybe it was my pride, because explaining to her that he was paying me to be like a paid

FallonFriends. I think I hated that word. Maybe he did too? I couldn't read him, and I'd always thought I was good at that, reading people, observing, watching. He tensed at the strangest moments, hunched his shoulders in crowds as if he was afraid someone was going to shank him, and he was more comfortable naked than with clothes on.Four days in, and I wasn't any closer to figuring out Zane Andrews, if anything, he was getting more and more complicated, like a maze that twisted every time you thought you had the way out decided."I need food." Zane said a few minutes later, we'd been sitting on the beach holding hands in silence for ten minutes.I had no idea what it meant.To me? More than it should.To him? I was probably just a body, a hand, a small hand that fit in his gruff hands. Calluses from playing guitar rose over his rough palm, they kissed my soft skin, causing a friction that reminded me too much about who he was compared to me.He was like a shark, claiming he

FallonIf two weeks ago anyone would have told me that lead singer of AD2, Alec Daniels, was going to be driving me to my house. I would have laughed in their face then stuttered out a jumble of words that made no sense.But I was too angry to even speak.So I stared at the really nice dashboard and wondered how many cows had to die to make all that leather.The seats were comfortable.And I was immediately set at ease when my feet kicked at a pack of size two diapers.He may be a rockstar, but he wasn't a bachelor, as if I needed further proof, a huge car seat took up half of the space in the back, complete with one of those mommy mirrors and enough toys hanging from the handle that the poor child probably experienced sensory overload every single car ride."So," Alec tapped his lean fingers against the steering wheel, the beat in the background was unmistakable, Gabe Hyde, another huge music name who'd gone on tour with AD2. I needed to blot that out of my memory if I was ev

FallonHe needed to stop kissing me. It wasn't fair. To either of us, but mainly in our current situation - it wasn't fair to me. To girls like me in general.His mouth hungrily nipped at mine, as his lips explored.I put a hand between us to create some space and took a step back, Zane's breathing was heavy, laborious, his eyes wild. "What's wrong?""You.""Me," he repeated dumbly, then took another threatening step toward me, this time tugging my body against his while he swallowed kiss after kiss until I lost count of how many times our lips brushed - or the number of moans he emitted out of me as he angled his head different ways, pressing his hands to my hips then running them up my body until I trembled.I felt thoroughly seduced.And taken advantage of."You're," I said between small, heated, wet kisses. "Paying." He was persistent, I'd give him that, but I couldn't let myself fall for it, fall for the guy who was ninety-nine percent wrong and maybe one percent right.