Falling Star (Beautiful Chaos #2) (4 page)

“W
HAT THE HELL do you think you’re doing?”

“Well hello to you, too, Star.”

“Are you alone?”

I looked at my watch. “I’ve got ten minutes. What can I do for you, Star?”

“Why are you playing games with me?” There was defiance in her eyes but they also shimmered as if she might burst out crying any second.

“Calm down, Star, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Get rid of her.”

“Who?”

“You know damn well who! Your
girlfriend
!”

I looked down at my storyboard and realized there was an important shot missing from the next scene—Star being around so much was making me lose concentration “My girlfriend is no concern of yours.”

“Yes, she is! I can’t work. I can’t concentrate!”

I laughed. “She’s been here all of two hours and you haven’t even started your next scene yet. In fact, unless I’m mistaken, your next scene is in the Badlands and you’re done for the day so why don’t you go home, take a shower and I’ll see you later.”

“Are you nuts? You think I’m going back to your house to listen to the bedsprings squeak while you’re fucking that . . . that . . . English—”

“Her name’s Cassie.”

“You’re a real heartless bastard, you know that?” she yelled, and then quietly muttered, “I hate you, Jake Wild.” She stood on the steps, at the doorway of my trailer, still not stepping inside, but not leaving either.

“No you don’t hate me. Come here, Star, let’s talk this over.” She was glowering at me, still in her prison uniform—her hair a ratty, tangled mess. Make up had made her look sallow and bruised but even so, she was still as beautiful as ever.

“Where is she?” Star demanded.

“In a meeting with the producers.”

“Here, on the lot?”

“No, she drove herself to Century City.”

“I thought Biff was chauffeuring her around?”

“No, Cassie’s using my car.”

“She’s
driving
your Tesla S? Your beautiful new electric
car
?”

“I’m lending it to her.”

“Ugh!”

“Step inside, Star, and close the door. I really don’t think we need anyone else to be party to any dramatic scene, off-set.”

Star slammed the door and stood there, speechless. What could she say? She wasn’t my girlfriend and had made it clear to me that if I wanted more than a kiss I’d need to practically ask for her hand in marriage. She was a nineteen-year-old who had a crush on me, nothing more, and this whole non-affair needed to be nipped in the bud. Now. Before it got out of control.

“I think you’re being very unprofessional using someone for Continuity who isn’t trained. It’s not an easy job and you’re compromising the quality of this movie by hiring her.”

“Star, Cassie has worked for the BBC and on film sets before. She’s not a complete novice.”

“Why is she calling herself a Continuity Girl, then? Has she no self-respect? Her job title is ‘Script Supervisor.’ I don’t like this air of unprofessionalism. I want to know I can rely on the crew, and that they’re not off fucking my director somewhere.”

Her jealousy was giving me a hard-on. I could smell her; sweet, like jasmine or roses—her eyes fiery; the blue in her irises, greener than usual. Was it true? Did people go green with envy? My lips twitched into a full-on smile. “
My
director?”

“Yes, you are MY director, Mr. Wild. When the audience is watching this film do you imagine they’ll be saying,
What fabulous Continuity
? They’ll be talking about
my
performance. They’ll be discussing the great cast, the fantastic story, but they sure as hell won’t be discussing
Continuity
over a glass of wine at dinner, trust me, unless of course, Cassandra fucks up, which I’m sure she
will
because she’s only here because of you, not because she’s dedicated to her job. Then you can watch
Skye’s The Limit
on
The Worst Movie Mistakes of All Time
on YouTube and feel ashamed of yourself for having been such an unprofessional jerk! I want that woman gone by tonight. I want her on the next plane home to England where she belongs.”

“Don’t hold a gun to my head, Star. It doesn’t become you.”

“Oh yes, it does become me or I wouldn’t be playing the role of Skye in the first place! Don’t worry, Mr. Wild, if you won’t fire her, I will.” Star still had her hand on the trailer door, ready to make her exit.

“You just can’t stand me having a girlfriend, can you? This has nothing to do with professionalism. You cannot control my life, Star. I’m your director, and you’re a member of my cast. We had a little fun but you made it very clear what your limits are, and I respect that. You’re young and vulnerable, and I simply won’t take advantage. There are a lot of men out there who’d feed you bullshit—promise you all sorts of things just to fuck you and then they’d break your heart. I’m being honest. I’m twenty-six, I’m a bloody sex addict, for fuck’s sake. I’m not going to offer you marriage and babies and spin you a yarn about how we’re destined for each other, when I hardly even know you.”

“Oh, you
know
me all right—we’re cut from the same cloth. And you
do
want me: the whole goddamn package. You’re just too much of a coward to admit it! Too weak to give yourself to me a hundred percent because you
know
you’d fall in love with me and lose control. In fact, you’re
already
in love with me. Go ahead, fuck that skinny plain-Jane for all I care; it’ll be
me
you’ll be fantasizing about!” Star opened the door and stepped out of the trailer.

It was hard for me to admit, but what she was saying was close to the truth. “Star, this is ridiculous, please—”

She turned around and locked her eyes with mine. “You can call me
Miss Davis
from now on. I don’t want you to speak to me unless you’re directing me. Is that clear?” She slammed the door shut and was gone.

I’d direct her, alright. I needed her to do exactly as she was told, for once in her bloody life.

Before she took me over completely.

S
HAKING, I PULLED OUT my cell from my prison uniform pocket and realized how ridiculous I must have looked just now, screaming at Jake in this hideous outfit and telling him how much he wanted me.
Not.

“Brian,” I said, hearing a wheeze at the other end of the line.

“Star, what a pleasure to hear your voice. What can I do you for?”

“I want the new Script Supervisor—the woman hired for Continuity—fired.
Now
.”

“The one replacing Susan while you’re all in the Badlands? The English girl, Cassie?”

“Yes, her.”

“She was the only person we could get last minute—Susan has a funeral to go to abroad. Cassie’s filling in for a week.”

“I want her
gone
, Brian. There’s no telling what could happen otherwise.”

“What are you saying, Star?”

“Rumor has it she does drugs.” I knew I was being cruel but the words came flying out of my mouth.

He laughed raucously. I pictured his huge belly rippling with amusement—he was such a Hollywood producer cliché. “What, little Miss Perfect?” he said with a wheeze, chuckling as he spoke. “I doubt it.”

“Just make it happen, Brian.” I pressed END. I wanted to feel remorseful. It wasn’t Cassie’s fault and I was being a prime bitch. But it was true—I needed her
out of sight.
The idea of Jake touching her filled me with . . . fury . . . no . . . pain. Whatever it was, it made me nauseous.

I had to make him all
mine
or I’d go crazy.

I turned around and headed right back to his trailer. Some force was propelling me to do so, although I didn’t know what I’d do when I got there, or what I’d say. Heat rose through me. I was shaking. Indignation. Fury. Revenge. Spite. I didn’t bother to knock. I crashed through the door and was surprised that he wasn’t sitting right there as he had been five minutes before. I could hear the shower going. I locked the door behind me so we wouldn’t be disturbed, ready to give him more hell, and stomped over to the bathroom. I could smell lavender shampoo, or shower gel, which somehow calmed my senses. Then I observed his beautiful, lithe, strong body through the glass shower screen. He was covered in suds, the muscles in his arms flexed as he washed his hair—his stomach lean and hard. Anger morphed into desire and I found myself stripping off my prison costume, right there.

“Hello? Is someone there? Leo? Is that you?” shouted Jake over the rush of water.

I opened the glass accordion door and stood before him, naked. Water was gushing over his head, soap in his eyes, but he turned and squinted at me through the suds. I stepped into the shower and right into his strong arms. He held me close, gripping my body, flush against his.

“Miss Davis,” he breathed into my ear, “what an amazing surprise.” He pinned me against the wall and our mouths swooped together in a frantic rush of need and emotion. My tongue tangled with his; licking, lashing, sucking. I could feel his hardness press up against my stomach—his cock, huge—and I knew that this could be it. This could be the end of my virginity and I didn’t even care anymore. I needed him. I wanted him. And I’d let him have me.

“Mr. Wild,” I breathed into his mouth, “be my director. Tell me what to do.”

“Oh baby,” he said, “you bet I will.”

J
ESUS I WAS HARD. If Star had been any other girl I would have fucked her arse off, right there. Her tits were round and shapely, all pretty curves and long legs, her tangled hair smoothing down her back with the rush of water, her makeup trickling down her face, streaks of colors—a rainbow running down her front, over her peaked, rosy nipples. I grabbed her worked-out butt, and drew her closer to me as I sucked her tongue and then bit her lower lip gently.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groaned into her mouth, my hard-on pressing up against her taut stomach. “All I think about twenty-four hours a day is fucking you, Star.”

She drew out her tongue and licked along my lips. My cock flexed—all of me connected. I felt her slim hand take my throbbing erection, as the hot water gushed down on top of us. The heat, her touch, and my pounding desire had my head swooning. I steadied myself against the shower wall.

“It’s huge,” she panted, her mouth parted.

“Grip it hard, baby. Move your hand up and down.”

She did as she was told and it thrilled me that she wanted to please me—tingles shot through my groin right down to my toes—my eyelids half-mast in ecstasy as her hand moved up and down from the root to the tip. “I want you to suck my cock, baby, can you do that for me?”

“It’ll be a first,” she said. Her eyes were wide and innocent, her full lips red and soft, and all I could think of was how great I’d feel inside her warm mouth. “But I want to try,” she added.

“Bend down and take however much of me feels comfortable. If it’s too much just lick it up and down. Like an ice cream or lollipop.” The word ‘lollipop’ made me feel guilty. She was still a teenager and it probably hadn’t been so long ago that she was licking
real
lollipops. Still, Dick was taking control of my brain and there was no turning back now. My brazen, unstoppable horniness was at the top of the Richter scale.

She knelt down, her wet hair flopping over her head as she tentatively licked the wide head of my cock. Her warm tongue flickered on my crown and I groaned loudly. I didn’t want to force her or intimidate this little kitten. She needed to ‘discover’ me for herself. This was a big deal for a first-timer. I leaned back against the wall and flexed my hips up at her.

“Keep holding on to it, Star. Grip it hard at the base. Tight. Open your mouth and wrap your lips around it. See how huge and rock-hard it is? That’s all for you, baby.”

She didn’t put my cock in her mouth as I’d suggested, but instead, started rimming my swollen crown with her tongue, around and around. I gripped my hand over hers and guided her up and down my cock, slowly at first but then faster and faster.

“Keep doing what you’re doing Star, it feels fucking great.” There was no way I’d ram myself inside her mouth now, nor push down her head, nor demand her to take me to the base of her throat. She was doing just great for a beginner and the last thing I wanted to do was put her off cocks for life by being a jerk. Just her lips on the tip of me was driving me nuts and I could feel the heat build in my groin as I guided her hand up and down, up and down the length of me.