Page 47 of Behind the Scenes
I reached for my phone, noticing Harley had been considerate enough to leave it on the nightstand.
Panic gripped my throat when I saw the hundreds of emails and messages. I had told my assistant what I was doing and where I’d be, but I’d planned on keeping up with things. I never thought Harley would be enticing enough to make me ignore my phone for so long.
Even so, something had to be wrong. One night couldn’t result in this number of messages.
I scrolled down the notifications, trying to find the first one. My heart dropped when I saw the time stamp.
The day before at 2 p.m.
That was not long after we got off the plane. Somehow, from the moment we set foot on this island, I hadn’t looked at my phone.
Impossible… right?
I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t looked at my phone at least every thirty minutes, except when I was in court.
What is wrong with me?
A new message came in. This time it was from Harley.
Should I even open it?A smile pulled at my lips.Maybe I should just ignore her and see what response that gets.But I opened it anyway.
My love, if you’re up and want out of the room, my driver’s waiting downstairs with lunch. He’ll bring you to me.
He’ll bring you to me?
The audacity of that sentence was stifling. My fingers typed out a snarky reply, but just as I was about to hit send, I deleted it all. Something just didn’t feel right about sending it.
But even with the hundreds of messages waiting for me, I still found myself getting up, taking a shower, and searching for something to wear.
harley
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Seeing Laura trying—and failing—to cover the evidence of our night together made me smug.
I didn’t care when my makeup team lectured me about staying up too late because of the bags under my eyes. Or that the director was on one today. Or even that my co-star has been trying to flirt with me…again. I saw red as soon as her manicured hands trailed across my back.
I’m not hers.
I was Laura’s, and I wanted everyone to know it. I didn’t want anyone else to touch me.
If I hadn’t had such a wonderful night before she made that particular move, I might have just cut the offending hand straight off.
It had been hard to leave Laura at the hotel, alone. I hadn’t had time to follow up on whoever had trashed the room, and it weighed on me.
It was likely a rogue fan. One who saw me with Laura and got pissed. It wasn’t the first time they overstepped, but this time it was different. It was personal.
Now I hadsomeone to protect.
But I wasn’t able to think about it too long because the love of my life herself decided to show.
Everything else became background noise.
She wore a button top with the sleeves rolled up her forearms and billowy pants that covered all the hickeys I left between her legs. She was also wearing red flats, something I’d never seen before on her but was practical for the location. I smiled as I noticed her attempt to cover up the marks I’d left on her neck with makeup. It didn’t do much if you knew where to look. And I remembered every single spot.
I kept stealing glances at her. For most of the shoot she was sitting off to the side with Penelope, glasses on and hair down. There was always a drink in her hand and someone kept taking her food, which was another thing she never refused.
I wanted to run to her right away. Wanted to see how she’d react now that we were in broad daylight—if she would deny what had happened between us.
