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[ edited 6 Dec 2015 ]

In the time after Sir Jerks-A-Lot hung up on me and now, the next day, I'd pondered a few thoughts that made me believe that he either had psychic powers, was a stalker or had someone following me.

For one, how did he get my number? I'd switched out his Sim for mine after Mrs Rush's call, worried that someone else might call and demand my presence. 

So how did he get my number when the only people that had it was my family and friends?

Secondly, how did he know my full name? He'd only guessed my first after the slip up on the flight over but my last name as far as I know, should still be a mystery.

Thirdly, how did he know to call me then, as I exited his home? And how did he guess I was there in the first place?

I looked out the corner booth of Starbucks, eyeing the customers in there too, getting their morning dose of caffeine.

No one looked suspicious. What did a stalker even look like? For all I knew they were usually the most inconspicuous person in the room. Someone you didn't notice.

I'd slept over at Marie's yesterday, after sneaking in and hoping that Lucas hadn't decided to come in and look for me, demanding an explanation on what the hell had happened. This morning, I'd snuck out past a sleeping Marie and disappeared before Lucas came in to work. She'd mentioned that he was working today as I left yesterday.

Now I was here, eyeing the clock slowly move towards 10, the time I was supposed to meet jackass himself. And I was here alone.

He can go crazy all he want for me not bringing my lawyer, but surprise! I wasn't rich as him and didn't have an overpaid lawyer waiting around for me to need him to sort out a problem I'd caused like a spoilt brat. Who in their right mind had a lawyer, even at my age?

9:56.

He was supposed to be walking in soon.

A cappuccino was in front of me with a half eaten chocolate muffin. I'd been here since 9 and had watched the big city traffic moving past and the myriads of well-dressed people walking past going about their busy lives. Over three million people lived here and for that I was glad. The chances of me running into Flynn Mathers was a 1 in a 3000000 or even more.

My phone vibrated. A text. From... Sexy 5.

By now I knew that all the Sexy Caller IDs, which reached nine by the way, was all his. If that wasn't revelation enough on his wealth, the pictures of him standing next to six luxury cars, all personalized with Rush1 to Rush6 was a hint. After I saw the Lamborghini, Aston Martin and Ferrari, I knew that he wasn't just some spoilt rich brat. He was a mega overspolit, filthy rich brat.

Something came up. Call you later.

I read the message again, hoping he hadn't canceled after I had waited for over an hour.

What! You are an asshole! I replied.

Don't bee too clingy sweetheart, he replied.

I could almost see the cocky smirk on his face.

Now what was I supposed to do?

I had planned to meet with him, settle everything and go home, but he'd just messed with my plan again!

My phone rang again I glanced at the screen, surprised it wasn't Mr Asshole. I answered cautiously, "Hello?"

"Ms Hunt?" The voice from the other end asked.

"Yes. This is?"

"Janice Florence, Ms Hunt. I called yesterday about your head shots."

"Oh right. About that..." How do I tell her thanks but no thanks?

"The shoot has been moved up to today because the male lead is back and the timetable's been moved up."

"Oh, yeah. The thing is Ms Florence," I paused. I shouldn't do it. What will I get out of it, right?

Money, my subconscious answered.

But do I really want to act?

That'll only be if you beat the other two in the top 3, which is unlikely, my subconscious replied.

Great! Now I was having a conversation with my subconsciousness.

"Yes Ms Hunt?" The voice on the other end shook me back to reality.

"Uhm... What time is the head shots scheduled for?"

"11. The male lead will be here at 11:15 for the couple shot to see which actress he shares chemistry with."

"Okay. I'll be right there. Where should I come?" I asked.

She gave me directions on where to go.

"Thanks Ms Florence," I thanked her.

"No, thank you Ms Hunt. And all the best!"

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"Great work, Ms Hunt," Dave the photographer said as he snapped my last shot. "You have a face made for the camera, I got to say."

I blushed at his compliment. "Thanks Dave. Now what should I do?"

"Just wait here while I send this to the casting crew. The male lead should be in soon," he replied.

"Do you know who he is?" I asked curiously, mind directly going to Dave Franco or someone equally sexy.

He smiled a Cheshire cat grin. "That's a surprise, Ms Hunt! But trust me, you'll be thanking me about it later."

I half smiled. "We'll see!"

He went to send the pictures.

I hadn't seen the other to contenders personally but I'd seen their photos on Dave's computer as I walked in.

They were both extraordinarily pretty.

Dana Gerard was a brunette with blue eyes with a petite physique. Amelia Jacobs was a blonde and blue eyed beauty with a wide smile.

My chances were thirty three percent, even less considering I didn't know how to act, but at least I was getting some money out of just appearing and taking some photos. At least, I had found something to do, while Sir Jerks-A-Lot went about his busy schedule.

A heavy knock on the door startled me.

"Come in," I said even though I wasn't sure I should even do that.

And what walked in stole my breath, literally.

No it wasn't Dave Franco. How I wished it was. And no, it wasn't Taylor Lautner or Harry Styles.

It was Sir Jerks-A-Lot aka Gregory Rush, in black jeans and white Ambercrombie shirt, with a surprising no shades. His eyes searched the room before it landed on me, standing by Dave's computer, studying my head shots.

"What are you doing here?" We both exploded at the same time.

"I'm having my head shots taken," I replied. "You?"

"Well, sweetheart," he smirked as he walked towards me, stopping just a few fee away, "I'm the lead."

Two things I was sure of as I stared at my worst nightmare come to life.

One, Sir Jerks-A-Lot had blue eyes just like Mrs Rush. And two, I was not going to be thanking Dave later for anything.

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