Page 204 of My Five Daddies

“Sure,” she says, smiling. “Is that why you helped me the othernight?”

“What are you talking about?” I askher.

“I came to your hotel room wasted, and instead of fucking me like every other guy, you helped me home.” She leans toward me, smiling. “It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done forme.”

Holy fucking shit. The nicest thing any one has ever done for this girl is not fuck her while she’s basically incapacitated? Holly may be even more messed up than I realized, but I’ll try not to go too deep intothat.

“Listen, Holly, I did that because I’m not interested in you likethat.”

She pouts. “You think I’m pretty,right?”

“Of course,” I say, which is a fuckingmistake.

“So then there’s no problemhere.”

“No, you don’t get it. Just because you’re not ugly, doesn’t mean I wantyou.”

She clearly doesn’t understand that. “You’re just being silly,” she says, trying to beflirtatious.

“Holly,” I say, trying to get fucking serious. “I’m not into you. This relationship is fake. I went to Franklin because I want to get the fuck out of it, not because I likeyou.”

“You’re just confused,” she says to me sweetly. “You wouldn’t do that. Because you know that if you did, I’d tell the paparazzi that you raped and abusedme.”

Her tone of voice is so sweet. She doesn’t miss a beat, doesn’t drop the act, not even for a second, not even when she fucking says that. It doesn’t register as first, because she says it sonicely.

But I quickly understand what she’s trying to do. “You’re blackmailing me?” I ask her,incredulous.

“No, I’d never blackmail you. I’m just telling you that I need this relationship at this point in my career, and if you keep trying to get out of it, I won’t behappy.”

I gape at her before getting it together. “Don’t threaten me,” Isay.

“Don’t be a pussy,” she responds. “You’re my man now. Might as well fuck me and enjoy it alittle.”

I get up out of my chair and walk away from her. “When shooting wraps, we’re done. Did Franklin tell youthat?”

“No,” shesays.

“That’s the deal we made. I’ll stay, but I’m not doing anymore public shit with you, and when wrapping is done, we breakup.”

She goes quiet for a second. “That doesn’t sound acceptable to me,” she says finally, shaking her head. “No, I need you at least until I book my next movie. Might not be until after thepremiere.”

“Fuck that,” I say to her. “Understand this. You’re nothing tome.”

She stands up and smiles, like she doesn’t hear a word I’m saying. “And you understand this. If you mess this up, I’ll cry rape, and you’refinished.”

She smiles sweetly, waves, and leaves thetrailer.

I stand there, staring at the door. I want to fucking break something as rage flows through me, but I don’t know what todo.

Holly can fuck me. If she really does come out and claim that I raped her, I would be finished in more ways than one. I’d be done as an actor for sure, but I don’t know how Tara would react to that, either. She doesn’t exactly trust me. She thinks I’m some fucking manwhore who left her on a whim, even though I had to do what I did back then to help myfamily.

She doesn’t know that, of course, and if Holly suddenly starts saying I’m an abusive rapist… who knows what she’ll do. I’ll be fuckingwrecked.

I can’t let her get away with this. But I need to figure out what to do first. Holly can snap and say whatever she wants at any moment, and I fully believe that she’ll follow through withthis.

What a goddamn mess. I try and get myself out of it, but she just keeps sucking me back in. At least now I understand her motivation. She doesn’t care about me at all. This is about her fuckingcareer.

I’m a rising star, and she wants to attach herself to me. I can understand that. It’s why she wanted to do this stupid Hollywood relationship to begin with. She wants people to link her with me, and she thinks that’ll help her book better movies and advance her career. It does make sense, but it’s fucked up how far she’s willing to go to make ithappen.

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