Trevor POV I scratch the back of my head as I walk out of the studio building and head for the small park in the center of the property. Jane said she would be there waiting for me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking this morning when I called her and almost begged her to help me take care of this situation with Rhonda. By the time I had phoned her, I had over 100 more messages, along with several pictures of Rhonda in provocative and revealing clothes. Tiffany was right next to me when I was scrolling through them. I thought my girlfriend was going to blow a gasket by the time we got through a few, especially after seeing the pictures. My stomach churned, thinking Tiffany thought it would be something I would like. This vile woman is clearly crazy. I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot Jane sitting on a bench with her back to me, but my relief doesn’t last long when anxiety and dread gnaw away at me, slowly trying to consume my sanity. If Jane can’t help us, I won’t
Tiffany POVI blink and stare at my phone. When did I get two phones?I blink again, trying to bring the two phones together and into one. How many drinks did I have?The taste of alcohol drowns out any hint of the stale peanuts I just ate moments ago while the smell of it fills my nose. The heavy beat of the music still pounds against me, almost knocking me off balance and out of my chair. I don’t dare look at the dance floor. All the grinding of bodies only reminds me of Trevor and how much I want him to be doing that to me right now.My eyelids grow heavy, but I force them up and look across the table at Cassandra, who is leaning against Kyle’s side, half asleep. Or I think she is. I lick my lips and smack my tongue on the roof of my mouth. The room sways back and forth. I think I’ve had more beer than I should have. My eyes drift over to Beth. Her head is leaning backwards against the wall behind her with her mouth slightly open. A line of drool hangs down the side of her
Trevor POVMy grip tightens around the steering wheel, while my mind races along with my heart. Jane’s words repeat in my head. “So, you are dating Tiffany now.” Her knowing look and triumphant grin tell me I better not lie, even though I’ve made a promise to Tiffany not to tell anyone. I unfortunately break my promise with her and nod my head. “Yes, I am.” Even though a part of me feels guilty for telling Jane, another part of me confidently and proudly answers. I’m not ashamed of being in a relationship with my co-star. I keep my eyes focused on the road and slam my foot down on the accelerator. My baby is drunk and practically alone. She needs me.Kyle might be my friend, but if he is with Cassandra, he is only concerned about his feisty girlfriend. He hasn’t confessed to me about it yet, but the other day when he went to the mall looking for his cute friend with amazing dimples, his exact words, I knew my hunch had been correct. Kyle’s face always lights up when he tal
Tiffany POVIt has been a week since my drunken night out with my friends and Kyle. Things have been going well, but I get a strange feeling anymore when I’m around Trevor. He frequently talks about punishment with a spark of excitement in his eyes, but I don’t know what he is referring to. I don’t know if I should worry about it or not. He was too busy the day after my late night with my friends to talk about it too much. I did thank him for coming to get me, but something in the back of my mind keeps screaming I’m forgetting something important. I wish I knew what. Since Jane has been informed about the situation with Rhonda, she has been at the set every day, being an additional layer of defense between Trevor and that crazy woman. Luckily, the wacko hasn’t disturbed him this week. I still can’t breathe a sigh of relief yet. I can only do that when she has completely given up on my man and has walked away. I step into the studio, but before I get too far, Jane rushes
Tiffany POV I stumble back into the studio building. My mind is still trying to wrap around and register exactly what Jane has said. I don’t want to admit she is right, but can people around us really know without us saying anything? No. It isn’t possible. Kyle’s words come floating back to me, too. He has implied the same thing, but what are the odds they both say the same thing? No. It can’t be possible. Right? “Tiffany! Where have you been? It is time for your scene! Get into place!” The director waves at me from the other side of the set. I raise my hand. “Sorry.” My mind is still a mess, but I pull my thoughts together and remember what scene we are doing next. I shake my head and put on my professional mask, stepping into character. Jane and Kyle’s words eat away at me, but I push it off to the side for now. I have a job to do first. I take a deep breath and silently run through the lines in my head. “Places everyone!” I scurry across the set to m
Tiffany POV I know Trevor said I shouldn’t worry about Rhonda, and Jane is working to keep the nasty woman from him, but I can’t stop worrying. Rhonda is a crazy stalker and may do anything to keep her claws buried in my man. No. I’m never going to allow it to happen. I should be reviewing today’s scripts for the various scenes we will be shooting, but instead, I’m hiding in the corner and hunting through my contacts, trying to find someone who can help us. As I come to the bottom of the list, I sigh. I’ve found a few willing to help, but they didn’t know much about Rhonda. I gave them whatever information I have on her, and they have promised to help with whatever they can. Some of them are surprised Trevor is having problems, but they all have agreed he is handsome and popular enough to draw some crazy stalkers from time to time. Several have relayed their own personal stalker stories. None of which made me feel any better. I run my thumb up my phone screen a coup
Trevor POVA chuckle rumbles around in my chest as I shake my head. The scene from early is still fresh in my mind, along with Tiffany’s adorable and confused face. She still doesn’t understand what the director was hinting at. I shake my head, and my lips curve upward while my hands dive into the soapy water, hunting for more dirty dishes to wash. Tiffany is too precious for her own good. Ring…ring…ring…I glance over at the counter and my phone. The director’s name flashes across the screen. What does he want? I quickly wipe my hands off and then swipe to accept the call, putting it on speaker. “Hello. Is there something I forgot to do? Or are there changes to tomorrow’s schedule or script?”“No. I wanted to call you on a more personal matter.”My eyebrow rises. “Personal? What would you need to know about that is personal?”“Uhm…”I wipe both of my hands off and step away from the sink. “It can’t be too personal. We have a professional relationship, but you don’t ev
Tiffany POVI run my hand through my hair. Why didn’t Trevor tell me he was talking to the director? I guess I get to put another person on the list of people who know about Trevor and me. The list seems to be growing rather quickly, which I don’t like. It isn’t much of a secret if everyone knows. Dread washes over me.If the executives know, will Trevor or I be banned from acting? Or maybe both of us. I’m finally getting jobs. I don’t want to go back to the time when I didn’t know if I would have enough money for my next meal or rent. It sucks. Even with steady work, I still stretch my money for as long as I can. Every time I get a little ahead, I swear my father can feel it and gets money from me.My gaze lifts from the ground to the front of the studio building. Will the director say something to me? Trevor told me several times this morning to not worry, but how can I not? We are over 70% done filming, and I don’t want anything to cause me or Trevor problems now. I