Chapter Three

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"Jada, what the hell are you doing in here?" Tristan said. At his words, Erica looked up and noticed Jada's presence as well.

She squealed and yanked the covers up to hide.

"I-I'm sorry. Excuse me." Jada turned to run out. She'd only made it a few steps before Tristan grabbed her arm. Despite being completely nude, he was a fast runner, not letting his nakedness deter him from chasing after her.

"Wait, Jada. I can explain," Tristan said.

"You don't have to."

Jada kept her eyes decidedly away from him. She'd gotten enough of a glimpse to confirm what every other woman assumed. Tristan had a very ripped, hot body underneath all those leather jackets and worn-jeans he wore.

"Yes, I do," he said firmly. "Erica, can you give us a minute?"

The PA nodded. Wrapped up in the bed sheet, she picked her clothes up off the floor and scurried into the bathroom. Jada held back a scoff. The girl suddenly had modesty after screwing her higher-level co-worker, bleating like a sheep throughout the whole thing. Sleeping with Tristan had been unprofessional, trashy, and a stupid move. The girl clearly lacked common sense and class.

The fact that Tristan had let it happen—no, had probably initiated it—was equally disgusting. He was supposed to be a pro in this industry. He knew better than to have sex with fellow employees—during work hours, no less! Besides, he was supposed to be dating Angela. He really couldn't keep it in his pants, like everyone said! Who else was he hooking up with?

Jada got jolted out of her thoughts when Tristan shook her arm.

"Jada, are you listening?"

"No. I guess I was distracted. Still processing...could you please put some clothes on?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry."

But Tristan didn't appear sheepish. He was that comfortable with his body and being on display. However, he did let go of her and turned his back as he looked for his pants. And okay, MAYBE, Jada took a peek at his tush. Which was as perfect as the rest of him. When he turned back around, pants back in their rightful place, Jada was able to make eye contact.

"I didn't mean to barge in on you two. I was just trying to give you this. You'll need it for the scenes today." Jada held out the necklace that had been the cause of this damn catastrophe. Tristan took it from her absent-mindedly. He was more concerned with studying her reaction.

"I apologize for what you saw. I get that it's inappropriate, and I can only imagine what you must be thinking about me," Tristan said. This time he did seem embarrassed, blushing slightly.

"It doesn't matter what I think."

"It matters to me," Tristan said. The sincerity he radiated surprised her.

Jada didn't know what to say next. She didn't want to come off as a prude, but she also didn't want to strike him as some delicate girl who didn't know what a penis looked like, and fainted at the sight of one. She wanted to be poised, indifferent, above the entire debacle—but she felt undeniably flustered.

"Don't worry about me. None of this is my business."

"So you won't tell anyone?" Tristan said, the hope and relief clear on his face. It hit home for Jada. He wasn't worried about her sensibilities or his own lack of morals. He wanted to make sure she'd keep her mouth shut.

"Of course not," Jada said through gritted teeth.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Tristan reached out and squeezed her hand in gratitude. Repulsed by his selfish motives, Jada tried not to flinch at his touch.

"No problem. Now that this is cleared up, I'm going to head back to set. See if Angela's here and they're ready to shoot," Jada said before any extra awkwardness could form between them.

"I'm right behind you." Tristan gave her his well-known brilliant smile. One that charmed everyone—except her. Not anymore. Certainly not after this.

Jada nodded stiffly and left the trailer, making her escape at last. She fumed on her walk back to the studio. Tristan was an inconsiderate, conniving ass. Jada hoped she wouldn't have to deal with him again anytime soon.

Jada found Mikayla waiting for her when she came back inside.

"Did you give it to him?" Mikayla said, twisting her hands anxiously.

"Yes. But I experienced something disturbing during the process."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later. Is Angela here yet?"

"Yes, unfortunately. She and Ren had it out. He told her off and she locked herself in the bathroom. We recently coerced her into going to get her hair and makeup done."

"That's a relief. At least we'll be able to get some work done today."

Sick of dealing with the seemingly endless drama, Jada excused herself from Mikayla, saying she wanted to read her lines someplace quiet. She hid outside the dressing room. She prayed that she'd be able to mind her own business in peaceful solitude until shooting began.

"Jada?" Erica said, walking up to her.

No, no, no! Jada's brain screamed in protest. She didn't want to be wrapped up in Erica and Tristan's mess. If they ignored it, then it would go away. She wouldn't have to be involved if they pretended the incident never happened. But apparently, Erica didn't see the same logic she did.

"Yes?" Jada braced herself.

"I wanted to say thanks for having my back. It's nice of you to keep our secret."

"As far as I'm concerned, there is no secret. I wasn't there." Jada attempted to convey her lack of desire to continue this conversation. Unfortunately, Erica didn't pick up on it.

"Yeah. I mean, I know it's not exactly the right thing to do—but he's hot. Who wouldn't want to sleep with him?" Erica said, trying to egg Jada into camaraderie. But there was no way in hell, she was going to get Jada's approval on what she did. Instead, Jada gave her a tight nod.

"I guess."

"To be honest, as far as I'm concerned, it was worth it," the girl went on. Then she leaned in conspiratorially. "He's intense. I lost myself. I also lost my underwear. I think it's in his trailer somewhere."

OH MY GOD! This girl isn't wearing any panties?! Jada thought in utter horror. It was true that Tristan did melt the poor things. Or possibly kept them as souvenirs. At this rate, Jada wouldn't put it past him. Scandalized, she couldn't believe the girl was proud of the situation. Erica's pleased expression caused Jada to say her first deprecating sentence on the scenario.

"Good for you?" Jada said sarcastically with a drip of condescension. Erica didn't catch on.

"See you later, Jada. Thanks again." Erica winked at her before walking off.

Jada was almost done shedding her shock until a voice chilled her to the bone.

"I'm sorry to overhear, but that was an interesting conversation. Would you mind explaining to me what it was about?"

Jada turned to find Angela standing behind her. Cleaned up from hair and makeup, Angela didn't look like the train wreck Mikayla had mentioned. Her smooth, blonde hair was transformed into shiny curls of perfection. Her flawless complexion was complemented by her slightly upturned nose and baby doll lips. However, appearances were definitely misleading in this case. Angela might be disguised as an angel, but she was truly La Diabla personified when she wanted to be. Jada knew if she told the truth, Angela's hellfire would rain down on her.

"Excuse me?" Jada squeaked.

"You and Erica. I have a feeling I know who you two were talking about, but it would be nice to have confirmation before..." Angela shrugged. Despite the casual gesture, Jada felt her impending demise falling down around her.

"Before what?"

"Before I make some decisions."

"Please don't involve me in your, um, decision-making process," Jada said, treading carefully.

"I have a yes or no question for you." Angela came forward so she and Jada were eye to eye. There was no escaping her.

"Did Tristan have sex with Erica? Did he have the audacity to do something like that right under my nose?"

"That's two questions," Jada joked weakly. Angela's quirked brow meant "don't screw with me."

"Yes or no, Jada."

"Please, don't put me in the middle of this."

"We're friends, aren't we? Tell me the truth," Angela said.

She reached out and grabbed Jada's hands. She tugged on them painfully, although Jada assumed—or hoped—it was meant to be reassuring. She held back the urge to point out that no, she and Angela were not friends. They barely spoke outside of doing scenes, and when they did, Angela was patronizing and rude.

"I-I..."

"God! You are such a wuss." Angela scowled, dropping Jada's hands. Her niceties were over with.

"I don't need your answer. I can tell from the guilty look on your face. I don't know why you're covering for him, but there's no point. Everything's about to be brought to light."

With that, Angela stormed off. Jada was sure hell was going to break loose once that crazed woman found Tristan. Jada did the one thing she could think of. She ran off to the dressing room to tell Mikayla the deep shit she'd somehow gotten into. If she was going to die for being the messenger, she at least wanted to make a last confession.



*** I got the feeling Angela's going to be THIS kind of bitch.


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