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shrug. “She hasn’t seen the final cut yet, but she didn’t say a word. Cadence realizes what I do on screen is acting. Nothing more.” I don’t tell Scarlett about how, when Cadence and I did the scene, there was no acting involved. Nor do I tell her that I’m kind of aggravated that Cadence isn’t jealous. The woman is all kinds of new and I’m just trying to keep up.
    “Oh.” Scarlett leans in and touches my ear with the tip of her nose. “I thought we could run some lines while we’re waiting. The second makeup-sex scene. I’m not sure I got the dialogue right before and after we fuck down.” Her hand moves down my stomach to the front of my pants. “You can pretend the cameras are rolling,” she says, grabbing my slowly hardening cock.
    I turn to face her. “I think we should save it for the cameras. Keep it fresh.” I move her hand, squeeze it, and smile. “You look beautiful. I don’t want to mess up your hair and makeup.”
    She pouts, but I can see she likes the compliment. “Fine. I’ll see you on set.”
    Scarlett walks out.
    I sigh, get up, and lock the door. Unzip my pants and let them fall around my knees. My cock is hard, so hard. I want to fuck. I want Cadence.
    Closing my eyes, I imagine the way she looks soaking wet in the shower. Water splashed her face as my cock rocked in and out of her delicious ass. God, she’s tight. So fucking tight.
    “Fuck.” Precome oozes from my dick and I use the juices to make it slick. I run my hand along the shaft, swirling the end. “Cadence,” I whisper, imagining the way she pounds her ass against my hips. The way she moans and the look on her face when she comes.
    My orgasm is close. I grab some tissue and release into it, my body jerking at the intensity of my orgasm.
    “God, Cadence. You’re mine. Only mine.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    I decide to take a limo into the office. Zane left me a car, but I hate driving in L.A. traffic. I put up the partition and make myself a drink. It dawns on me this has become a habit, drinking alone. And I’m not even twenty-one yet, not that I ever feel inclined to overindulge. I had the poster parents of what not to do. But still. It isn’t a good idea. I know that as I drink the bourbon anyway. It soothes my nerves. I just ate hot apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream, so it isn’t like I’m drinking on an empty stomach, at least.
    Plus, I’m turning twenty-one soon. Like in… I pull out my phone.
    “Holy shit!”
    My phone rings, scaring the bejeezus out of me. It falls out of my hands and lands on the floor of the limo, but not before I see Jessica’s drunk face pop onto my screen. I quickly pick it up and answer.
    “Hey. What are you doing up?” I ask, tugging on the pearls around my neck—the ones Zane gave me.
    “Hey, yourself. I’ve got party plans to make.”
    “Another party? Sheesus, you’re a lush,” I say, even though I know which party she’s talking about. Mine. Jessica is that kind of friend.
    “Fuck you,” she says and yawns. “It’s the big two one. This party has to be epic. I’m talking, so fucking awesome it’ll go down in the history books.”
    “I don’t know. I was thinking just a small gathering with a couple of friends,” I say, teasing her.
    “Cadence Norton. There will be nothing small about this party. I said epic. I’ve already talked to a few people. Michael said he’d give us the entire upstairs at The Play Pen. He is still shitting golden bricks that you brought Mr. John Cruze: Famous actor, Hottest Man on the Planet, and playboy extraordinaire to his club.”
    I laugh. “Really? Golden bricks?” I take a piece of ice out of my glass and suck on it.
    “I’m serious,” she says, giggling. “But, I said epic and history books. The Play Pen has been done, like just barely, so that’s a no go.”
    “Well,” I started, crunching the almost melted ice with my teeth.
    “Don’t worry about it. I’ll plan everything. Just make sure