One Last Time(71)

It’s his job to be the bad guy and to fight for me.

“This is the third project I’ve done with Paul, he knows I don’t dick around.”

Sebastian forgets that I’ve been a walk in the park until now. I’ve always done what was asked, and I’ve never fought back, but this is different.

“If you think you’re the only actor that can play this part, you’re out of your damn mind. Get on the plane, Noah. Don’t fuck this up.”

“I’ll call you back,” I say and disconnect the call.

Staring at Kristin’s house, I debate what to do. I think about everything that happened last night, and how the timing couldn’t be worse, but I know I should listen to my agent. I got a big contract, and that comes with a level of expectation.

Me: Sweetheart, I need to head to L.A. for a few days. My agent just called. I wish I could spend the day with you, but I don’t have a choice. Not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll keep you posted.





A minute later she responds.

Kristin: I understand.





* * *



Me: I’ll call you when I land.





I see the curtain move to the side, and she smiles at me through the window.

Kristin: Okay . . . I’ll miss you.





* * *



Me: I love you.





* * *



Kristin: I love you.





She lifts her hand, presses it to her lips, and blows me a kiss.

I groan, wishing I could go to her, take her into my arms, and actually touch her lips. Instead, I put the car in drive and fight the desire to quit this fucking movie.

I have to find a way to convince her to come with me or I might be willing to give up the career I’ve built.





Chapter Twenty-Nine





Kristin





“You can’t be this stressed out over this feature,” Nicole says as she sits at my table.

She has no idea. I’ve been working on my rough draft while Noah’s in California, and I’m on version number six. All of them suck.

“You try writing a huge article about a guy you’re dating and not talk about the size of his dick.”

It’s pretty much impossible. Draft number two wasn’t half bad until I started talking about the number of orgasms Noah is able to deliver when he concentrates. As much as I’d love to brag, I’m not sure I need to give women any more reasons to fall for him.

“Feel free to tell me about it.” She smirks over the rim of her mug.

“You’re the last person I’m telling.”

She nods sagely. “That’s probably a good decision.”

Nicole stopped by, saying she had big news and couldn’t wait to tell me. Little did I know it would be about her sleeping with a guy I dated in high school—and his twin brother. With most situations regarding Nicole, I’m never quite sure of the appropriate reaction.

One part of me thinks it’s kind of cool that she’s so adventurous. The other part says she needs to be careful because she’s going to get hurt. These guys aren’t worried about her well-being as much as they’re concerned with getting off.

“Can I read the latest version?” she asks.

I don’t remember being weird about my articles before, but I’m super protective about this one. I haven’t shown anyone this. It’s Noah. It’s the man I’m in love with and am about to share with the world. Well, all ten thousand followers of the blog.

“Not until I’m done.”

“Kris.” She gives me a look. “How much do you have written?”

“Some.” I glance at the paper that is sitting between us. The one with all of two sentences written.

She sees my eyes go to it, and we both lunge. Nicole is faster and grabs it. “Kristin!” Nicole shrieks. “You wrote your names! That’s it! You need to write . . . words and all.”

“I know.” I tear the paper from her hands. “I’m working on it, but my crazy ass friend showed up and started talking about anal. Things deteriorated from there. Can’t really write when you’re talking about getting it in the ass with my ex-boyfriend and his brother.”

Nicole sits back down with a sheepish grin. “Please tell me you’ve let Noah stick it in your butt.”

“If I didn’t let my husband of fourteen years do it, what the hell makes you think I let him?”

She shrugs. “Because Scott probably liked it in the ass. I mean he always acted like something was shoved up there.”

“I wish you hadn’t put that image in my mind twenty minutes before he’s supposed to drop the kids off.” I laugh.

Scott has the kids for their Wednesday night dinner. I thought I’d get some work done since my deadline is coming and Noah had to go to L.A. for a callback. I haven’t seen him in three days, and I miss him terribly.

“Speaking of Asshole, did he say anything about Jillian when he picked them up?”

Danielle let Heather and Nicole know about the incident last week. None of us were overly surprised, but they were all still as disappointed as I had been. I always hoped I was wrong regarding their relationship. It was easier to delude myself than seek the truth. Then I’d have no excuses left, and I would’ve needed to decide.