16. Silencing the Mistress

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[ edited 6 Dec 2015 ]

If you told me two weeks ago that I'd be sitting at a Starbucks in Los Angeles drinking a caramel machiatto with a movie star, I'd have laughed in your face before calling the nearest psychiatric clinic. For you, of course.

If you told me then that that so called movie star was a Dylan Rush, I'd have replied with a confused, "Who's that?" Which undoubtedly would have caused you to laugh. After all, everyone knew who Dylan Rush is. Everyone except me.

If you told me that we would be glaring at each other, I would have given you a high-five and an "Of course we will be" before I smiled.

After all, all movie stars were overpaid liars that had nothing in their heads except how to extract money from individuals of the public, and lacked any sense of commitment. All movie stars except Dave Franco of course!

Well, in spite of the 'ifs' and the absurdity of this situation, there I was. Sitting across Sir Jerks-A-Lot aka Dylan Rush, a movie star in a Starbucks in Los Angeles, drinking a caramel machiatto and glaring at him in between sips.

This time, as always, he had on a pair of shades and a beanie on, and I could only conclude it was his disguise.

I scoffed when I'd seen it. Did people actually fall for the whole disguise?

"Where's your lawyer, Hunt?" He whispered low enough for only us to hear. His eyes darted around the café and kept a lookout for anyone that recognized him.

"I don't have one," I answered simply, looking him in the eye, or in his case in the shades.

He chuckled darkly as if my statement was absurd before a scowl formed. "What do you mean 'you don't have one'?"

Well, he was an idiot! "Exactly that, Gregory. I do not have a lawyer."

He laughed like he found something funny in my statement. "How can you not have one? What do you do when you get into trouble or run into the nearest 7/11?"

I stared at him bewildered, and waiting for him to break into laughter and tell me he was kidding, but no, judging by his arched brow and serious face, he wasn't kidding. "I do community service like any normal person. Besides, who would be stupid enough to run into a store?"

He looked like he wanted to say more but thought twice of it. "Okay, fine. But everyone I know has a lawyer on hand."

"Yes, and everyone I know is too broke to think of hiring someone to keep them out of trouble," I replied. "We can't all be rich and spoiled, Gregory."

He scrunched his brows together, before glaring at me. "Don't call me that."

"Why not? It's your name, right?" I smiled innocently. Calling him 'Gregory' seemed to piss him off. "Which makes me wonder," I watched his profile. He was tensed. "Why does the whole world call you Dylan? It looks like no one even knows your name is Gregory, Gregory."

He looked around cautiously again, pausing by the three teenage girls sitting two tables over. He looked relieved when they didn't even notice him. Then he leaned in and whispered, "Keep it down, Hunt. Damn, you're frustrating."

"And you're wasting my time, Gregory. Now why did you call me here?"

He relaxed a little. "I don't want you to do this movie."

"Me neither, Mr I-Own-The-World. But it looks like we're stuck doing this movie together."

He groaned. "Then quit."

"Look, I tried to yesterday, but Mr Director told me he wanted me to stay and that he would fine me if I breached the contract, just like you said."

"How much?" He asked as he pulled something out of his back pocket.

"How much is what?" I asked, confused when I saw he'd pulled out a small rectangular book.

"How much was the contract breach fine?" He replied, eyeing me like I was stupid.

"Hundred thousand, why?"

He started writing down something. "I'll give it to you."

"You'll give me what?"

"You must be as dumb as a log. I'll give you the hundred thousand."

First of all, he is such an asshole. Second, why would he give me the money?

I watched him rip off the paper he'd been writing on. "Here," he handed it over.

I took it, studying the paper.

Alex Hunt

Hundred thousand dollars.

I looked back up at him. "Why are you giving me this?"

He slipped the book back into his pocket. "Consider it my payback for damaging your phone."

"This is too much. A replacement would cost you only three hundred."

He looked away, now looking out into the street.

"What's the real reason, Gregory?" I asked, determined to get to the bottom of whatever this was.

"I need you to be gone," he replied. "People have noticed us meeting up at the airport and all."

"So what? People meet at airports all the time."

"I attract attention, Alex. And my fan base is filled with teen girls that value my relationship status. If rumors start about me dating someone, I'll lose my fan-base," he explained.

There's the Sir Jerks-A-Lot I knew and hated. Cocky, self-centered and an asshole.

How dare he try to pay me off? This didn't differ from a billionaire trying to pay off his mistress, although there would never be any relationship like that between us.

"Don't worry, Mr Rush. Nothing of that sort will happen. As far as I'm concerned our personal dealings are done, as of today." I got up, making sure to leave the check behind. I will not be anyone's mistress or rumored girlfriend.

"Great. Thank you Alex," he smiled genuinely. A first for me to see. He still hadn't noticed the check not in my possession.

"Goodbye Gregory." I started for the exit.

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"Alex, you forgot this." He rushed over, carrying the piece of paper that would've ended my suffering.

I turned around, a polite smile on my face. "Oh, you misunderstand, Mr Rush. I said our personal dealings. I didn't say anything about our professional ones. See you at the first shoot."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna be a star soon, Mr Rush. Might as well treat myself to some me time. See you at work." And with that I walked out, leaving the Dylan Rush confused and soon enough pissed.

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Scene 2

Ashleigh enters Finn's apartment. Opens the door with her keys.

AB: Baaabbbe! (Drops the groceries off in the kitchen countertop) Finn! I grabbed some groceries. I was thinking of making some beef stroganoff. (Hums to Britney Spear's Womanizer)

No one answers her.

AB: Finn! (Walks towards Finn's room) Babe, you home? (Hears movement) Babe? (Opens the door before gasping)

On the messy bed lies Finn Lomax and Ashleigh's best-friend, Kaitlyn.

AB: Kaitlyn, what are you doing here?

KA: Ash, it's not what you-

AB: Are you sleeping with- (laughs hysterically) Of course you are. Why the hell am I even asking that?

FL: Ash babe, it's not what you think!

AB: This is not happening. I'm just having a nightmare. (Closes eyes) And when I open my eyes none of this is happening. (Opens eyes) Why? (Starts to cry) Why her? Why him! (Starts to walk out o the room)

FL: Ash honey!

AB: Leave me along Finn! Get your whore to make your dinner for you! (Slams main door behind her and runs out of building)

Rains starts pouring heaving.

AB: (voiceover) That is how my life ends. (Silence) I didn't kill myself, if that's what you're thinking. No guy is worth dying over. Or at least that's what I used to think. I knew that I couldn't even show up to work the next day. Kaitlyn would be there. And that sucked. The pay and employment benefits had been pretty darn fantastic there. Why did their cheating mess have to mess with my free two cups of anything available and a piece of pastry?Time for a new start.

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Scene 2 confused me, as I read over the script. How can she not have suspected her boyfriend cheating on her? It was so obvious even in scene 1. Kaitlyn the slut had continuously been asking about Finn.

Had I been that oblivious to James cheating on me?

Maybe everyone was right. Maybe Ashleigh Bishop and I were more alike than I wanted to admit.

I checked the time on the phone. 1:03 am.

It was shocking that I'd been reading that long.

I didn't go out for any makeovers as I'd led Sir Jerks-A-Lot to believe, instead I'd gone to the nearest Barnes & Noble and purchased a copy of Crushed and came back to Marie's.

I'd finished the book in six hours and had started on the script version of the book.

Other than the time displayed, the screen showed 8 missed calls from Sir Jerks-A-Lot (His Caller ID) and about 20 messages.

I began on Scene 3, determined to give the jackass his wanted space.

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