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I couldn’t wait to get back to Mark’s place, and nothing could ruin the moment. At least, I thought so until I felt someone’s eyes on me. I glanced around the crowded space, and my chest tightened when I saw Melissa Wilson, my charge nurse, staring back at me. Her gaze dropped to where Mark’s hand held mine, and she shook her head.

Shit.

Chapter 2

Blaine

Wrap parties—where the cast and crew celebrated the end of filming—were my least favorite part of the movie-making process. They were full of a bunch of people kissing ass, trying to make connections for their next movie, and forced interaction was not my idea of a good time. The only upside was the alcohol and the fact I never left an event alone.

When I approached the entrance to Eclipse, the newest hotspot in LA, it became clear the studio hadn’t planned for the sheer number of people in attendance. Security was lacking, allowing a ton of paparazzi to loiter in front of the nightclub, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the fire department had to shut things down early due to the size of the crowd inside.

“Blaine, glad you could make it,” Peter Simpson, the executive producer of Successors of the Underworld, greeted and shook my hand as I approached his table.

“Happy to be here, sir,” I lied, smiling at the other stuffy-looking guys sitting with him.

He introduced me to the others at the table, and I didn’t make any effort to remember their names. They were the financial backers for the movie, and while there would be no film if they didn’t invest, our paths rarely ever crossed except at events such as the one we were at.

After the obligatory small talk with the suits, I began walking to the bar. Halfway across the room, Harmony, an actress with a minor role in the film, stepped in front of me. She was hot with her long black hair, green eyes, and a pair of pouty lips that I imagined could work a cock with expert precision. She’d made it known while filming that she was down to fuck, but I’d stayed away, having learned that hookups between co-stars often caused problems on set. But since we’d wrapped up the movie, all bets were off.

I threw my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. “Have a drink with me.”

She flashed me a smile and wrapped her arm around my waist. “Lead the way.”

As we crossed the crowded space toward the bar, we garnered some attention, and I noticed several people pulling out their phones. It was likely they were snapping pictures of the two of us, and those photos would make their way onto the internet before the night was over. I didn’t care. It was no secret that I hooked up with different women regularly. I didn’t give a shit if my sex life was the reason the tabloids talked about me. I preferred that over them reporting about me being an asshole.

We waited at the bar for a couple of minutes, but when the bartender saw us, she sashayed over to where we were standing. “What can I get you?” She flashed me a flirtatious smile while ignoring the woman beside me.

“I’ll have an old fashioned.” I turned toward Harmony, who pushed closer to my side and ran her fingers over my chest. “What would you like?”

“A vodka soda, please.”

The bartender turned around and grabbed the bottles she needed. Once she prepared our drinks and placed them in front of us, she introduced herself. “My name’s Brittany.” She leaned forward, ensuring I caught an eyeful of her ample cleavage. “If you need anything tonight”—she looked me up and down—“anything at all, you let me know.”

It was impossible to miss the innuendo lacing her words, and it didn’t escape Harmony’s attention either judging from the glare she shot Brittany’s way. For a moment, I wondered if I could talk both of them into a threesome. Who was I kidding? Of course, I could. I was Blaine Roberts.

Instead, I paid for our drinks, leaving a generous tip, and thanked Brittany before leading Harmony away.

As the night wore on, multiple people stopped by our table to chat despite Harmony ignoring them as she grinded on my lap. Several drinks later, I was ready to leave and take my hot co-star home with me. Brushing her hair behind her shoulder, I whispered in her ear, “You want to head back to my place?”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”

After hearing rumors that the paparazzi continued to wait near the entrance of the venue, we headed toward the exit in the back. I texted my driver, asking him to meet us behind the building, and grabbed Harmony’s hand to lead her outside.

We’d almost reached the door when a couple stumbled out of the bathroom and bumped into us, spilling a drink on Harmony. She yelped and fell back, and I reached out to steady her.

“Watch where you’re fucking going,” I shouted over my shoulder while ensuring she didn’t fall on her ass.

“Ah shit. I’m sorry, Harmony.”

I spun around and saw Corey Graber, the other star of the film, leaning on the wall next to the door he’d toppled out of. One of the makeup artists—I thought her name was Millie—stood next to him. She tried to straighten her dress which was twisted around her body, leaving no question about what they’d been up to in the bathroom.

“It’s okay, Corey.” Harmony placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m going to clean up. I’ll be right out.”

“You and Harmony? Nice.” Corey held out his fist for a bump, but I left him hanging.

Instead, my gaze wandered over to Millie who—judging by her glassy eyes and the fact she could barely stand on her own—was wasted or high as fuck. Then, turning back to Corey, I smirked. “I haven’t talked to Claudia in a while. How’s she doing? Is she still in Australia?”

His eyes narrowed. “You gonna run off and tell her about Millie?”

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