Or you’ll end up like me.
Clueless about the fact that you let the star of the movie fuck you until the sun came up.Afterhe begged you to sit on his face.
Begged you to ride his tongue until you couldn’t handle it anymore.
I’d known who Mara Scott was going into this, well before I met her at the F and T awards. Everyone who is anyone—and no one—has at least some idea of who she is.
She’s breathtaking in every single sense of the word. Actor, singer, dancer and model, with acting giving her the most success.
But Cole Green…
I had no idea who he was when I took this job, and I have no one to blame but myself. I’ve known about this movie for almosta year, and have heard his name in the midst of it all, and still, it just slipped my mind every single time.
I don’t read men’s fitness magazines or buy calendars with half-naked men inside posing with puppies or kittens. I mean, sure, I flick through them when I walk past those center stalls in the mall, but I never really pay attention to their faces.
Does anyone?
“I can’t believe your mystery man is Cole Green,” Cassandra says, laptop on her knees. She’s filtering through pictures from his latest shoot—the cover of GQ magazine—dated back three years ago. His Instagram looks fresh and almost untouched, aside from a picture of clapperboard with the movie title and ‘take one’ written in big letters with a black marker. “And that he told everyone you were hisgirlfriend.” She wiggles her brows with a giggle.
“Don’t remind me.” I groan loudly, slouching back, laying flat on my couch. The second my texts had gone through to her, her name and face lit up my screen. I answered her call with a hushed voice, spitting out the fact that the mystery man that I haven’t stopped thinking about is none other than Cole Green.
She was waiting inside my apartment when I stepped through the door after a long day, her manic laughter vibrating through the walls.
“My best friend is a taken woman, and she’s only been in town for twenty-four hours. You work fast, Jen,” she says with mostly humor as she lays down beside me, her feet in my face, and mine in hers.
“Gross. Stop it.” I whack her thigh with the back of my hand and her laughter subsides.
“I don’t think you need me reminding you, though. He’s going to be in your chair every single day, multiple times a day. You can’t avoid him forever. But I guess, if you avoid him, your newcolleagues will think there’s trouble in paradise.” She hits me back.
“I don’t plan on avoiding him forever. I plan onignoringhim forever,” I tell her, sitting up, straightening my posture. “I’m going to tell everyone on set tomorrow that he was just messing around or that we’ve broken up. Hopefully no one asks questions and we can go about our jobs without questions. I don’t like knowing people are watching my every move, and if they think I’mwithCole, I’ll definitely become the talk of the set. Maybe even the town.” I sigh, hoping like hell I don’t see my name next to his in an online article any time soon.
Grangewood Creek is a small town, and if Cassandra being back home has taught me anything, it’s that I need to steer clear of Mrs. Bishop and her gossip train at all costs.
“Besides, when I met Mara at the F and T awards, she told meshewanted him. She’s going to think I’m stepping on her toes.” I shudder, knowing I’m unintentionally about to become enemy number one.
“That woman could have literally any man she sets her eyes on. I guarantee she’s already over it,” Cassandra says. Reaching her arm out to the side, she picks her phone off the coffee table, and taps away at the screen with a goofy smile on her face.
I don’t need to see her to know that she’s up to something.
“What did you do?” I ask as my own phone vibrates, frantically scooping it up from beside hers, seeing a text message appear in The Herring Girls group chat. We created the text thread during wedding planning, and added Cassandra to it once the nuptials had finished. She changed the name of it from ‘Confidential: C&H Wedding’ to ‘The Herring Girls’. When I’d gotten the alert of the new name, tears pooled in my eyes that I had to blink away before anybody saw.
I couldn’t let them see that three simple words made my heart triple in size because of how welcomed I’d felt.
I don’t think she’ll ever know what it means to me.
Whatshemeans to me.
The texts are flooding in before I get the chance to even open the first one.
Cassandra:Guys! Jenna’s mystery man who rocked her world is none other than…
Cassandra:Drum roll, please…
Lizzie:
Cassandra:Cole. Fucking. Green!
Lizzie:You’re LYING.
