Chapter Thirty
Alessandra
“Cheers!”
Everyone lifted their champagne glasses in celebration of the final day of filming. It was a crazy four months, and I was happy to have a little break before my next job. I was in such a good mood, I pretended not to notice Jenson taking a sip of champagne. I also had to smother a grin when he made a disgusted face and didn’t drink the rest.
Joel was surrounded by a bunch of people, all talking about how great he did with the role. He really did do a fantastic job. I was sure it was going to be his best yet.
“You did a good job during the film. You’ve got real skill.” Nineveh had made her way close to me and smiled politely. We hadn’t really talked much since she came onto the set, not even a hello.
“Thanks. You did wonderfully, too. It’s going to be a big hit.” Besides kissing Joel for her job, she hadn’t done anything to me to warrant bitchy behavior. Her hair was wrapped up in a bun, and her dress was blowing in the beach breeze.
“Thanks. It’s the biggest film I’ve done.” She blushed, and I had a feeling this girl was very shy.
There was an awkward silence between us, and before I could break it up, she beat me to it.
“I’m sorry if our job caused you two any stress. He’s very much in love with you. I knew that even before you guys were outed.” She offered me a smile, and seemed very genuine.
“Thanks. It was hard, but I know we are real.”
“It’s beautiful. I hope I find love like that one day.” She was cute, but quiet. Very much opposite of me.
“Well, I don’t wanna take up any more of your time. Maybe I’ll see you on another set sometime.” She wrinkled her nose in an adorable bunny way,then floated off, her dress billowing behind her.
I liked her, and judging from the way Leighton eyed her, he did too. Interesting. Maybe love wasn’t too far off for her.
Just as I went to grab a piece of cake, my phone started ringing. I ignored it, because it couldn’t be more important than cake right now.
When it rang again almost immediately, I sighed and pressed the button to answer. Realizing too late who I had just accepted a call from.
“What do you want?”
“Sweet as pie. You never change.” The gruff male voice over the phone boiled my blood.
“What do you want, Alex?”You stupid, son of a bitch ex-boyfriend of mine.
I wish I would have said that out loud to him, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. So I walked away from the celebrating crowd and hid behind a dune so I could yell at him if I needed to.
“Just wanted to call you on your shit. Been waiting a long time for this moment.”
Is he fucking kidding me right now?
“I swear, Alex, get it out. You calling to give me some excuse again why you never wanted to see our son? How big your next movie is going to be? I don’t care. We’ve lived without you perfectly.” He did call sometimes to brag about his life, which wasn’t anything spectacular. Landed a commercial for Viagra? Well, you were the perfect candidate, since you have issues there.
“I was just sitting her scrolling on my phone, when I see your name pop up everywhere on the news. Dating Joel Kline, huh? He really must be a better actor than me, to get you to stay around with him, living the Hollywood life.”
Despite feeling strong when it came to him, what he said had dug a little hole in my thoughts.
“You can’t believe those stupid things, and really, Alex? Unless you want me to take you to court again, and this time bring up how you’ve never paid child support, I suggest you leave me alone.”
“You didn’t wanna live that life with me, and I’m the father to our kid.” I scoffed at that. He was never a father to Jenson.
“It’s different.” Why I felt the need to justify myself to him, I had no clue.
“Sure it is. He’s just more convincing than me. So I’m just going to enjoy this moment, and watch for the fall. Because we both know the curtain will close at some point.”
“Oh, go fuck another whore, Alex.” I ended the call, but he had already done his job of riling me up. Why do I always answer when he calls? I think some small part of me hopes that he is calling to apologize, or see the error of his ways and try to make amends with his son. Maybe be a dad, for once. But it never was for that. Always something stupid, and I couldn’t care less.
