Page 9 of Beyond the Bright Lights

“No way!”

“Mylan! Mylan! Take a picture with me!”

“Mylan, sign my boob.”

Seriously?

A mob of young women and a few men go absolute bat shit crazy, spotting Mylan trailing behind me. I manage to push my way through the chaos, but the celebrity stops in his tracks, trapped by the horde. Bruno is there, attempting to fend them off.

I don’t stick around to help. I glance over my shoulder and catch Mylan’s eyes. I expected to see the pity that's stared back at me far too many times to count.

Instead, he regards me with fascination.

I look away from his heated stare and nod to Ginger and she nods back, knowing I need to escape.

I can’t believe it's finally happening. Rebecca’s book about the life and death of my fiancé is being made into a movie.

What she failed to tell me is that it’s filming here.

Chapter 3 – Mylan

She’s absolutely brutal.

She left me for the wolves then snuck out while my fans smothered me with selfies and autographs.

I’ve never been so turned on.

The news of me coming to this town to film must have been released before I arrived and being that I'm a fucking alcoholic, people ran to the only bar in this godforsaken town.

A bar owned by that beautiful woman. Lana’s almost a foot shorter than me with long dark red hair that I was sure is dyed. It cascades over her pale skin in waves. Colorful tattoos paint her left shoulder and down her arm. I want to trace the lines of the bright, detailed flowers with my fingers until it makes her shudder. She’s also thick as fuck. Her tits in that blue tank top she wore spilled out generously. Her tight black pants hugged her hips and plump ass like a second skin. My dick twitches remembering how I wanted to reach out to her, touch her, pull her against my body and bury my face between all her glorious curves.

What is wrong with me?

I’m lusting over the woman whose life is about to be turned into a movie. Her story was already featured in a best-selling book. The heartbreak in her eyes the moment that loud woman said the movie’s name made me sick to my stomach.

Did Lana not know? She must have.

It took half an hour, but I managed to escape the throng of fans. After taking a piss in the bathroom at the back of the bar, I'm about to let Bruno escort me to my seat when I hear a series of screams. Not screams for help, screams of anger.

Bruno follows me down the bathroom hallway, heading further away from the noise of the crowd, until coming to a door that opens to an outdoor seating area. One that appears to be closed for the night. Lana is out here, tossing an ax at a block of wood. With every throw, she lets out her fury.

The door we exit slams shut and Lana freezes.

“What do you want?” she says without looking our way.

Bruno ducks out, leaving me alone with this pissed off woman, and I'm not sure if that was a good idea. Isn’t he supposed to protect me from danger? Lana is holding a weapon. She has murder in her eyes, and I’m most definitely her next victim.

I don’t blame Bruno for leaving me. Payback. He’s mad at me for drinking tonight.

It was only a few drinks.

I muster the courage to walk to Lana, stuffing my hands in my jeans to hide the shake. I’m shaking because this woman terrifies me in the best way possible.

“I heard you screaming. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

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