AngelicaI hadn't seen Will all day.But I had heard about the drama that went on between him and Jaymeson, and I wasn't the only one who was suffering for it. Every actor on set was ready to quit by the time the day was done. I'd never been yelled at more in my entire life.Apparently, Jamie Jaymeson had a temper.Who knew?Nobody could do anything right, he was angry at the rain, angry that the ocean didn't look blue enough, and when it was time to film the cast party scene all he did was complain that we weren't trying hard enough.I think even Linc was getting irritated.About two hours in, and Pris, his gorgeous and perfect wife strolled on set with Linc's girlfriend Dani. She took one look at the tension, grabbed his megaphone, and yelled. "Take lunch."Jaymeson opened his mouth to argue.Then Pris grabbed it again and said, "One hour."Jaymeson kicked the sand.I tried not to smirk, but it was hard. Huh, who knew he was such a softy when it came to his wife. A pang

WillBy the time I reached the filming location on the other side of the beach where a small bar stood near the boardwalk, I was ready to hit the ground running, just in the opposite direction, say toward Antarctica. I'd been stopped numerous times.. Every few feet another scream erupted from the sidewalk.Seriously? I hadn't looked that bad... had I?Sure, I wore glasses most of the time because it made sense when staring at a computer most days. I'd developed astigmatism, so what?And yeah, I liked wearing relaxed jeans, it's not like they weren't designer, and right, okay so most of my wardrobe consisted of suits.Button ups.Jackets.I froze."Oh, shit." I ran my hands through my mussed hair and fought the urge to puke. "I'm my father."I didn't have time to think about what this meant, and why it hurt so badly when Ang said the same thing, and why I'd needed to hear her deny it, mainly because he was a money hungry lunatic with designer suits and never enough time for h

AngelicaYou know that feeling you get when you know you've said too much of the heavy things that should really never be spoken out loud in the first place? I had that feeling, in my stomach the entire time we walked down to the beach. Will didn't seem to mind my silence, but I minded. I minded that I'd basically exposed myself to him a very vulnerable way and he'd chosen silence. Again.And the more I thought about it the more disappointed I became.Until Demetri's words hit me all over again like a sense of Déjà Vu when I saw his face near the bonfire."He doesn't hate you. He hates himself."I stumbled into the sand, Will gripped my arm and kept me from planting my face in the dirt. "You okay?""I don't hate you." I said the same thing that the guys had said to me over and over again this past week. I looked up at Will and spoke slower, with more meaning. "I could never hate you, Will. Ever. No matter what's been said, you aren't easy to hate. You're just easy to miss, whic

Will"Someone didn't get any food last night," Zane said in a singsong voice as he strummed his damn guitar and wrote down a few lyrics.We were on set waiting for our call times, and when I say we, I meant me. Zane just decided it would be fun to torture me while he wrote another hit song and made millions of dollars with no shirt on."Can we not talk about this?" I hissed, "Let's talk about your tour, the last company did a shit job, we need to hit it bigger with-""I'm not going on tour," Zane interrupted. "I just got done touring man, I want a break.""But-" I frowned. "You realize that you earned over twenty-eight mil on your last tour right?""What the hell do you think I need more money for?" He stopped strumming. "I write music because I love it, because I have to, because it's my passion. You know this about me, it's why you look so damn sad all the time. You quit because of her, you quit it all, and you lost yourself man, you lost your fucking music." He dropped his g

WillI turned the AC on full blast, opened every damn window in the car, and was still sweating profusely.It was fifty outside.So I only had my own internal wildfire to blame. Just touching her like that, kissing her... I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, she jumped next to me.Maybe I finally understood drugs.Because I couldn't think beyond anything but tasting her again.Drinking from her lips, sucking her dry, licking every inch of her body until I had no energy left."Sorry." My voice was gruff. "It's not you. Well, it is you, but not for the reasons you're thinking." I groaned. "Shit, this isn't coming out right. What I mean is... I'm not angry at you." Yeah that sounded so much better, Will."Good." She crossed her arms. "Because I don't do that anymore.""Huh?" Now I was confused. I glanced over at her closed off position, the way she was tucking her body toward the door like she was preparing to armor herself against the arrows getting shot her way. "You