Page 124 of Breaking Hollywood

“We not dressing?” she asks.

“No point. I’ll only be getting you naked again soon.”

I put her down on the sofa, and she stretches her gorgeous body out on it. I walk over to the window and open it.

I grab my smokes off the coffee table and light up.

“Baaahhh!”

“Shit! Gucci’s still in the kitchen.” Speedy bolts up. “I can’t believe I forgot to let her out. That’s your fault, distracting me with hot wall sex.”

“Good to know I have that effect on you. You stay there. I’ll let her out.”

I head to the kitchen and push the door open. The moment I do, Gucci head-butts me in my leg and then bolts off to the living room to find Speedy.

“You’re welcome,” I call after the little brat.

I go back into the living room, and Ava’s on her phone, a blanket wrapped around her.

“No, that’s fine. I can make that day. Sure, yeah. That’s great. Thank you so much.” She hangs her phone up, a big smile on her face.

“Good news?”

“I got a job!”

“No way! That’s amazing, babe.” I drop my cigarette in the ashtray and go over and hug her. “Where’s the job?”

“Here in LA. At a theater downtown. They need a new wardrobe mistress. Their last one just upped and quit on them. So, they need me to start pretty much straightaway.”

“That’s fucking great. I’m happy for you.” I reach over and grab my cigarette. Then, I sit back and take a drag.

“I’m happy for me, too.” She snuggles into my body.

“So, when do you start?”

“They want me to go in on Monday.”

“So, I’ve got two more days with you.”

She tips her head back and looks up at me. “You’ve got forever with me, if you still want me?”

I lean my head down and kiss her lips. “I’ll always want you.”

“Good.” She plants another kiss on me. Then, she moves her head and tucks it under my chin.

I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke curl up into the air.

“What a great day,” she murmurs. “You got your boot off, and I got a new job.”

“We should go out. Celebrate.”

She sits up and turns to me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile. “Go get dressed ’cause I’m taking you out dancing.”

Ava

My hair is up in a sleek ponytail with some strands framing my face. My makeup is neutral, my lips red. I’m wearing a Victoria Beckham dress that I snagged from the last film I worked on. It’s a calf-length fifties-style dress with a rosebud pattern, cinched waist, and asymmetrical high neckline. I’ve red heels on my feet.