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
Trevor POVI step out of the studio to relax and clear my mind, but my mind instantly goes back to Tiffany’s cute, confused look a few days ago. Her dark eyebrows had knotted together while she had stared at the makeup artist. She had an innocent look, but I’m still debating whether she is truly innocent or just acting. I wouldn’t put it past her to be acting, though. Ever since the director found out about Tiffany and me, I’ve been paying closer attention to the staff and their actions. I’m finding out some interesting things. “TREVOR!!!”My blood instantly runs cold and my stomach sinks. No. I thought Jane is keeping her away from me and the set. I quickly look around the area, hoping Jane is somewhere, but to my horror, she isn’t anywhere to be found. No. I spin around on my heels and silently pray I can get back into the studio and somehow disappear before the crazy witch can catch me. “TREVOR!!”Shit! I don’t think of anything else and dart back inside the studio, bu
Tiffany POVIt has been hours since I happily watched the security guards drag Rhonda out of the building. Every time she would kick and scream, a little giggle would bubble around in me while the edge of my mouth would slide out into an evil smirk. She has got exactly what she deserves. I wish I could have been there at the main gate when they threw her out. That would have been the highlight of my week. But I can’t think about that right now. I need to get to Trevor. The director pushed all of Trevor’s shooting scenes back to tomorrow, but the director wouldn’t do it for mine. Every part of me had wanted to follow Trevor out of the building with Jane, but I couldn’t. Jane made sure he got home fine, but from his dazed look, he isn’t fine. The situation has taken a toll on him. I run as fast as I can down the hall to Trevor’s apartment. I pause only long enough for me to type in the code and for the door to unlock it. The image of Trevor’s lost look from earlier pops int
Trevor POVI lug the last suitcase into the extravagant apartment. Kyle walks past me, carrying another one of my bags. “You can stay here for as long as you want or need. This is one of my extra places when I’m working on this side of town, but right now, I prefer to go home to my main place.” A playful smirk dances across his face as a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes. I know exactly why he wants to go to his main house, and it has nothing to do with where he is working. The cute little kitten with a feisty personality is what draws him back there every day, kind of like me with Tiffany now. I let out a snort and shake my head while I drag my bag through the living room towards the spare room. “I’m not going to use the master bedroom. I know you said I can, but I won’t. This isn’t my place, so I’ll stay in the guess room.” He shrugs his shoulders and bounces behind me. “Okay. I just wanted to let you know you can use the entire apartment. Nothing is off limits fo
Trevor POVOn the other side of the studio, someone screams for someone. I jolt, and my heart races. My eyes dart back and forth, scanning the area and looking for any sign of the witch. Ever since the day I hid from Rhonda on the set, I’m jumpy and nervous. Any little noise has me almost jolting up and running for a hiding spot. What is happening to me? Tiffany has asked me several times if I’m alright, but I can’t bring myself to tell her I think I’m going crazy from all this nonsense. The evil witch has done more damage to my mental health than anything I’ve gone through before. I pat my chest, hoping my thundering heart will slow down before it jumps out of my chest. When will this end? Please tell me it will end soon. Tiffany steps up beside me. Concern flashes across her face, as she stares at me and asks, “Trevor, are you alright? You don’t look so good.”I take a shaky breath, which I try to hide from her. “Yeah. I’m fine.” The unevenness in my tone contradicts