Page 203 of My Five Daddies

Even still, despite knowing all of that, I’m slightly taken off guard when ithappens.

We’re resetting for the next shot. It’s around nine in the morning, and we’ve been shooting since six. It’s going to be a long day and everyone knows they’re in for some overtime, so everyone is trying to work as hard as they can to get through today’s schedule. Nobody messes around and the early morning portion goes smoothly. The stunts are clean and we get them on the first take, and I can tell that Lionel’spleased.

And so I’m not expecting Holly to come up to me as I’m skimming the script to get a feel for the rest of theday.

“Script girl,” she says tome.

I look up, still a little groggy, a cup of coffee nearby. Jackson is in makeup at the moment, so he’s nowhere to be seen, and I figured Holly would be withhim.

“Uh, hey,” I say toher.

“We need to talk.” She stands in front of me and crosses herarms.

“Sure,” I say, wary of this. “What’sup?”

“I heard from my agent last night. Apparently, Jackson went to a studio executive’s house and tried to get out of our relationship.” She steps toward me, her eyesnarrowing.

I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Okay,” I say to her. “Are you okay?” I don’t know what else tosay.

“Don’t pretend you give a shit, you little bitch,” she hisses at me. My eyes go wide. “This is yourfault.”

“Uh, I didn’tintend—“

“Save it,” she snaps. “He can’t get away from me even if he tried. We’re still together and we aren’t breaking up anytime soon. So back the fuck off my man and don’t ruin this forme.”

I stare at her, wide-eyed, and I have no clue what to say. Jackson isn’t really her man, and he’s clearly trying to do everything he can to get out of it. That actually makes me really, reallyhappy.

But Holly isn’t having it. She’s seething right now, and I’m pretty sure she’s one wrong move away from trying to claw my eyes out or something. She looks like a wild animal on the hunt, ready to kill at anymoment.

“Okay, Holly,” I say to her very carefully. I’m not going to try and poke a bear when it’s angry, and Holly is clearly an angrybear.

“Good. We can work together, but I swear, if I catch you trying to ruin what I have with him…” She trails off and grins at me. “We’ll just say that there are a lot of script girls in thistown.”

I just stare at her, not sure how to react. She turns and actually flips her hair like we’re in some freaking movie and she stalks off toward the makeup trailer, no doubt to chat withJackson.

Holy crap. That woman is totally insane. She must have just been too hungover yesterday to give meshit.

But that news about Jackson… that seems like good news. I bite my lip and look down, not sure what to think. Holly wants to murder me and get me fired, but Jackson is doing his best to get away fromher.

I never asked for any of this. I didn’t want Jackson back in my life and I definitely didn’t want the wrath of Holly Hart. She’s clearly nuts and nothing but a huge liability for both myself and this whole freakingfilm.

I can’t do anything about that though. Lionel will just scold me for getting involved with the actors. It’s totally unprofessional for me to be fucking Jackson, of course, regardless of the history between us. So if I try and do anything about Holly, I’ll just be shooting myself in thefoot.

Fortunately, the crew hasn’t caught wind of any of this yet, and the gossip mill is still silent about my relationship with Jackson. I don’t know how long that’ll last, though. I’m shocked nobody heard me screaming as he fucked me yesterday, though those trailers are pretty soundproofed. Probably for this exact reason. But anyway, I’m on thin freakingice.

Unfortunately, I don’t have time to think too much about it, because Lionel calls my name and it’s back to work. We have a long day of filming ahead of us, and I’m going to need to keep it together. I’ll just pretend like Holly said nothing and hope that this all blows oversoon.

21

Jackson

“Iheardyou visited that studio guy last night,” Holly says to me, and I can already tell that I’mfucked.

I don’t know why Franklin would tell anyone about our conversation, much less let Holly fucking Hart find out about it. Maybe they don’t know how goddamn volatile Holly is, but it’s pretty clear to me that she’s out of her fuckingskull.

“You mind giving us a sec?” I say to Stacey, the girl doing my makeup for the next scene. I’ve got some fake blood half-drawn on my face and she nods, quickly excusing herself. I’m sure the crew will be talking about this one for the nextweek.

I turn to Holly and stare at her. “Look, you need to understand something. What we have isfake.”

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