“Take a look later, and we’ll set up a meeting to go over anything you want. Questions, concerns, requests.” He leaned in. “Sebastian, you can ask for anything you want at this point and get it.”
Really?I smirked.
“Just because I’m hot shit in my genre doesn’t mean I’m hot shit everywhere,” I argued. I could go to any horror convention and drown in a sea of pussy and cock from fans, but on the streets of L.A., no one noticed me.
“Stop lying to yourself.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Step-Devilput you on the map, and the producers know it. They are fully aware they could lose you if they don’t offer you something good. This could explode your career, Sebastian.”
I pressed my lips together and considered it. It wasn’t like my cock was unimpressive. I was happy with my size, as were the people I’d bedded. And I worked hard to maintain my toned body. Who didn’t like more money?
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
Anderson clapped his hands together and grinned. “I fucking knew you’d be in. Sebastian, you have no idea how big this is gonna be for you.”
I winked at him and laughed. “Right back at you.” I pointed to my lap.
We both laughed, and then once we settled down, I realized something.
“One thing, though.” I leaned in, a twisted grin curling my lips. “An actor is only as good as his scene partner. Who is the bimbo I’m supposed to fuck?”
Chapter 4
Sebastian
The Final Girl
“When is the chemistry read? Bring in everyone you’re considering. I want a say in my scene partner,” I said to Dante.
We walked across the studio from the parking lot together, at which time he mentioned my costar was basically chosen. They’d gotten it down to two women, of which I’d yet to meet. I was beginning to feel pushed out of the very franchise I was saving.
“It’s scheduled for next week, but I doubt we’ll need it. We’ve already narrowed down the roles, Sebastian. I think you’ll be fine with our picks.” He sighed.
I stared down at the guy directing the next installment in the franchise I’d been a part of most of my life. Dante was in his early thirties, average build, with a creepy mustache and thick-framed glasses. There wasn’t anything particularly threatening about him.
“You asked me to flash my dick but couldn’t be bothered to ask if I wanted a say in who I’d be doing it in front of?” I shook my head. “You’re out of your fucking mind, Dante.” I was gearing up to rip his ass a new one when my gaze flicked away from him for a fraction of a second and—
Was that—no.Was it?
“Sebastian?” Dante asked, but his voice seemed far away.
“We’ll revisit this,” I mumbled as I started away, toward the woman who looked startlingly familiar. “Hey!” I called, raising my arm to wave. She was heading into a building. “Hey!” I yelled, my tone more urgent, my pace quickening.
She stopped, and so did my lungs.
“Evie?”
I stared, dumbstruck, at the girl I’d given my heart to when I was young. From a distance, I’d been unsure, but there was no denying it now. Her dark-brown hair was cut to the tops of her breasts, curling at the ends. Her face had matured, but her russet-brown eyes remained just as I’d remembered. Even the clothes she wore had the same casual, grunge style.
I’d been thrown back in time.
“Sebastian.”
Her maroon-painted lips curled into a small smile.
I rushed to close the gap between us, tossing my arms around her. “Holy shit. How—why—when?” My brain was short-circuiting. I didn’t know where to start. Evie was back.
She stood stiff as I hugged her. I pulled back, running my hand through my hair. “How have you been?” I sputtered finally.
She laughed, and it was music to my ears, like a wind chime in a light breeze.
