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February 07th, 2020
“I’m the reason she’s hosting the episode anyway. Can’t you just ask her to cancel or reschedule it?” I said, and arched a brow at my manager.
Shane narrowed his dark eyes at me. “Careful, G; your asshole side is showing.”
I chuckled. “I’m not an asshole.”
“Of course.” He rolled his eyes. “Fiona agreed to telecast this special edition episode for early promo purposes forWaves That Hold Us. Her talk show doesn’t even air on Wednesdays, but she’s doing it foryou. It’d be wrong to just cancel on her like this, when all the preparations have already been made.”
“I can’t skip on the weekly traditions. You’ve known me for decades, Shane, and you know that my Wednesdays are dedicated to my parents, and my parentsonly. I can’t just up and say no to them.”
As someone who is always filming, and also managing his own clothing line, I hardly have time for personal stuff. I’d decided years ago that my Wednesdays would be dedicated to my mom and dad, because I loved them with every fiber of my being. They were the reason I was where I was in my life. It’s their hard work that has made me a successful actor and businessman. They are my world, and all the fame and money – it doesn’t even hold a candle against their importance in my life.
Shane sighed. “I know it’s my bad that I booked the interview, but it’s the only open spot the production was willing to give us for the movie’s pre-promotion.” When I raised my arms to my sides in silent question, he ran a hand over his salt-and-pepper beard. “Fine, I’ll contact Fiona and ask her to reschedule. I’ll tell her that you got double-booked for photoshoots and a press junket. But know that if she ends up biting my ears off or suing me, I’m immediately dropping you as a client.”
I grinned. “No wonder that bald head of yours is always glowing. You’re full ofbrightideas, Shane.”
He huffed. “Yeah, yeah; go ahead and tease me more. I’m here merely for your entertainment, after all.”
I smirked, and then pulled at the collar of my flannel when the air around us warmed further. “You know I love you, man, and I tease only because I care.”
The guy had been managing me since my early modeling days, and was a massive part of all my success and career climbs.
Shane opened his mouth to tell me something, but stopped when someone to my right yelped suddenly.
We both looked in the direction of the voice, and I found a figure on the ground, crouched on all fours, with her brown hair covering most of her facial features.
“Ma’am, are you alright?” Shane asked.
The girl didn’t answer, and then slowly got to her feet. She was holding something in her hand; I don’t know what. And when she opened her eyes, mine landed on her face. I was momentarily left awestruck by her rich caramel skin, and the warmth in her brown eyes – that were barricaded behind a pair of classic black glasses. Her soft, round cheeks seemed flushed, and her slightly pouty lips were pressed together as she looked at me. She had on a pair of grey skintight jeans and a plain pink shirt, and even though her attire was nothing of the extraordinary sort, she somehow looked…beautifulin it.
Whoa there, Underwood. Reign your sexual horses in, I internally chastised myself.You don’t even know this girl, so calm the fuck down, dude.
“Hey,” I said with a casual smile, and then waved at her. “You alright there?”
God, she was stunning. With a short form and a full body, the girl standing before me was a delight; she was a sight.
What? I am a hot-blooded man who appreciates the wonders of this world with open arms.Jeez.
She gave me a wobbly smile, one that made me grin, and began walking towards me. Her hair was a mess of glossy waves, and she kept fidgeting with it as she got closer to me.
Who are you?I wanted to ask, but couldn’t because she’d left me speechless.
Our eyes met when she stopped right in front of me, and I swear on all that’s holy in this world that every speck of me came alive with that one look from her.
She shifted on her feet and blinked up at me, and God, the pure innocence that she channeled – it magnetized me; it held me captive.
Fucked – I was completely, utterly, and entirely fucked.
Fantastic.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
