Page 115 of One Last Time
The door creaks open. “Mr.Frazier?”
“What?” Ibark.
God, I’m being such a prick. This isn’t me. I don’t get drunk, be late, or treat the crew like shit. I’m the guy who makes everyone laugh, look who’s laughingnow.
“Sorry to bother you, but Paul is about to lose his mind,” the petite blonde informsme.
“You were called to the set thirty minutes ago, and I was told not to leave here withoutyou.”
“Shit. Okay, give me two, and I’ll be ready.” It’s an effort to keep my toneeven.
She nods and exits but probably doesn’t go very far. Time to get it together. I have a job to do, and no one here gives a damn that I’m emotionally spent. All they care about is themovie.
I splash water on my face and chug the coffee sitting on thetable.
“Ready?” she asks when I swing the dooropen.
“Sure.” I’m ready for bed, that’s about it. “What’s yourname?”
“Elisa.”
I smile the best I can. “Nice to meet you. So, Elisa, what scene are we filmingfirst?”
She sighs, and I can practically read her thoughts . . .shouldn’t you know this?“It’s the scene where your character, Alexander, meets Autumn’s character, Kiersten at aparty.”
My alcohol fog evaporates at the name of my character’s loveinterest.
“Kiersten? The script read her name asHailey.”
Again, Elisa gives me a look, telling me I’m clearly a fucking idiot. “You got a revised script in your hotel the day you arrived. Did you not see all thechanges?”
I would’ve if I read something other than the Surgeon General’s warning on the back of the bottle. “I’ve had a rough few days. My girlfriend kind of sold me out, I fucked her entire life up by saving my own ass, and I drank enough to forget. I’m clearly not on mygame.”
Elisa opens her mouth to say something, but I hear someone shouting at me. “Noah!”
My eyes are definitely playing tricks on me. “Tristan?”
Why the hell is my publicist inFrance?
“Oh, so you do know who I am? Good to know since you refuse to answer your phone.” He glares atme.
“Can’t answer a phone that’s not turnedon.”
He rolls his eyes and then smiles at Elisa. “Honey, can you give me a few minutes with myclient?”
Elisa looks at me, and I nod. “Sure. Not like I have a job to do or anything. This will be a new record for people getting fired on set,” she grumbles as she walksaway.
“I’ll make sure she’s fine,” Tristan says. “I’ve been calling younonstop.”
Once I landed in France, I felt no need to talk to anyone. My self-restraint isn’t strong enough not to call her, text her, or get right back on a plane if I heard her voice, so I chose to shutdown.
There’s no point in explaining that to him. Tristan doesn’t understand any of my apprehension. He’s pretty much heartless and thinks I should’ve went after her the second I had confirmation that Kristin betrayedme.
Funny thing about love, it makes you a fool who can’t purposely put the other person in pain. I would rather spend the rest of my life miserable than see her suffer for a singlesecond.
“Why are youhere?”
“There’s something I need to tell you, and I was instructed that it had to be inperson.”
