“We are paying you to flash your cock and pretend to fuck someone. Nowhere in your contract does it say who that person will be. Do your fucking job, Sebastian!” Dante screamed.
My heart sank. What was going on?
“Get Skye to set,” Dante ordered an assistant and stormed off. “We’re filming these goddamn scenes. I’m not losing my job over this.”
My lower lip trembled.
They didn’t want me anymore. I’d been recast.
I pressed my lips together tightly and lowered my shoulders. “I’ll go change to leave, then,” I mumbled. Why had they even bothered to dress me? All those confused looks throughout the lot now made sense. I wasn’t supposed to be here.
Sebastian turned and glared daggers at me. “Are you happy now? They thought you were gone for good, so now I have to film with her.”
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I had to.”
“Had to what? Not tell me?” Sebastian strode over, putting his hands on my upper arms. “I would have gone with you. That was dumb, Evie. You could have been killed.”
“I know that, but—” But what?
A moment later, Skye came in from behind Sebastian, already in her robe. Her normal smile was gone, replaced with a grim look of despair. Her eyes were always so reflective of her moods, and today, there was sadness in them.
“Evie, I’m so sorry.”
I pulled away from Sebastian and put a hand up. “It’s fine. It’s just a job. And…you wanted it more than me, anyway.” I took a deep breath and lied through my teeth. “I’m so happy for you.”
Dante came over, his eyes tired and his hair a mess from pulling on it. He did that often when stressed.
“We’ll talk about this later, Evie. This was out of my hands. I’m fighting to get you back in. Stick around and—”
Sebastian snorted, cutting him off.
“Well, Evie, what are you gonna do? Run back and hide in your trailer, or stay and watch me fuck someone else?”
Chapter 40
Sebastian
The Actor’s Notes
“What would you like me to do?”
Her question was a loaded one. We stared each other down, not saying a word. There wasn’t a movie quote out there to express what I wanted in that moment.
She wasn’t asking about the scene I was about to film with Skye. She was asking about us.
“Stay.”
The world around us seemed to disappear for a moment, and I thought briefly that she’d tell me what I’d been begging to hear since the day she’d returned to Hollywood.
Instead, tears welled in her eyes, and she backed away.
“No.” Spinning on her heels, Evie fled the set.
I started to go after her, but Dante grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.
“I know you’re going through some shit right now, but we have to give the producers something. They’ll fire us both.”
I stared at the door Evie had just left through. If I walked off this set right now, I could lose my job, my reputation-- the movie could get scrapped. The billionaires running the show watched their bottom line, but they also had no issue tossing money out the window on a whim. I could lose everything by leaving.
