Page 194 of My Five Daddies

This is the life of an actor. You go to these fancy fucking hotels, and that’s pretty cool at first. The studio picks up the tab, as long as you’re not insane about what you’re buying, they’ll pay for it. I can get all the food and drinks I want, pretty much anything I need really, and it’s all onthem.

Except that wears off really fast, and soon you find yourself in the same bland, lifeless room night after night, away from anything you call home, trying to get through the shit because it’s your job. There are sacrifices that come along with fame, and a lot of people don’t mindthem.

But I’m not like most people in this industry. Every new movie I do proves that more and more. The longer I’m around these people, the more I don’t want to be like them. It’s clear that a lot of people assimilate to this fake ass garbage, but I don’t want to be one ofthose.

A knock at the door pulls me from my self-loathing reverie. I sip my whisky, assuming it’s the room service I ordered. Sometimes I like to fucking binge on good alcohol, especially when I’m in a shit mood. I don’t let it affect my work, and I don’t do it often, but once in a while it’s good to get nice and drunk. Unfortunately, I’m out of whisky, and nowhere near drunk enoughyet.

I get up and walk to the door. Without looking through the fucking peephole, which I should always do, I pull itopen.

And standing there, wearing a long, low-cut dress is Holly Hart. She smiles at me, her blonde hair messy and down around her shoulders as she leans towardme.

“Hey there, boyfriend,” shesays.

I dodge back as she stumbles into the room. She puts one hand on the door, keeping itopen.

“What are you doing here?” I askher.

She pouts at me. I guess she decided she needed to get fucking wasted tonight, too. Unfortunately, she beat me to it, and now I’m dealing with theconsequences.

“I can’t come and see my boy toy?” she asks me, slurring herwords.

“We’re not really dating,” I say to her. “You need toleave.”

“Don’t be such a fucking prude, Jackson.” She stumbles into the room and walks over to where I left my half-finished glass. She picks it up and sips it. “Oh, nice,” shesays.

I sigh and shut the door. I don’t want anyone to see her here, but I can’t just throw her out. That’ll only make the situation worse. She’s drunk enough that I’m afraid she’ll make a scene, so I need to be a littlediplomatic.

“Go ahead, finish it if you want,” I say toher.

“Why are you always so cold?” she asks me, comingover.

“You know why,” I say toher.

She stops and bats her eyes at me, doing the most pathetic seductive look I’ve ever seen. “Come on, don’t you think I’m cute?” sheasks.

“You’re pretty, Holly, but you know why I’m not intothis.”

“That fucking script girl.” She sounds genuinelyangry.

“It’s not her fault. She told me you were pretty nasty on settoday.”

“So what? Fuck that bitch. I want to feel that big action star cock in my fucking mouth, Jackson, and she’s in myway.”

I stare at her and she grins back. I’m actually a little disgusted by how drunk she is. “You need to stop,” I say. “Don’t take this shit out onTara.”

“Fuck Tara,” she says, throwing the rest of the drink back down her throat. “She’s a fucking bitch.” She drops the glass on the ground and stumbles over to the kitchenarea.

“There’s nothing else here,” I say. “You drank the last ofit.”

“Well, whatever,” she says, rummaging through a cabinet. “You’re not going to fuck me tonight. Might as well get fucking drunk,right?”

“Holly, stop,” I say to her. I walk over and grab her by the shoulders, pulling her away from thekitchen.

“Oh, there’s my big strong man,” she says, stumblingalong.

“Go to your room,” I say to her. “There’s something to drink there. We can talktomorrow.”

“I don’t want to talk to you, you big dumb piece of meat. I want to fuck you.” She turns and tries to throw her arms around meagain.

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