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“Go eat something. Then go rest for a bit, and after you get rid of some of that exhaustion go write your feelings down on paper. Who knows, maybe you’ll create our next hit because of this heartbreak Also, that new tattoo? What’s it about?”
I look down at my arm. I’m branded by her forever.
It’s her.
It’s always been her.
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. It’s just a picture. I should never have gotten it.”
It breaks me to say it. But right now I wish I had never met her. I wish…
There are a lot of things I wish for.
Like I wished for us.
But there is no us, not anymore.
“You regret a tattoo?” Jay looks even more curious.
I bite my lip. They feel sore from the amount of times I bit them to keep my mouth shut in front of the boss—and yeah, they’re still swollen from her.
From our kiss.
“Happens, right?” I tell him.
“Well, you branded yourself with it for a reason,” Jay says. “And you know that shit is permanent. It ain’t going anywhere.”
I can only wish.
Chapter Six
Ari
Silence.
I used to love it, now I think I’d prefer Sookie to scream at me, to throw a chair, to do anything but stay silent.
It’s been nearly two weeks and the minute I sent that text, however hurtful I know it was, I think I expected him to fight back.
I drove a knife inside him, twisted it and expected him to push against the blade while bleeding and hurting.
I adjust my black tuxedo jacket and stare down at my casual grey jeans. I’m wearing taupe heels. My hair’s pulled back into a tight ponytail and I even put on my diamond studs.
I don’t have one hair out of place. I wanted to look professional but classy and… Yeah, I wanted to look really good for when Sookie sees me and I have to suffer through women pining after him and trolling into the mansion.
They’re all beautiful, young, hip, most of them are wearing designer brands and the ones that aren’t are dressed so skillfully that I would never know in the first place.
We haven’t started filming yet but everything’s been signed. I’m just standing there like an idiot waiting for the film crew to start filming B-roll, basically background that’s not even background since they’ll use it and edit it however they want to.
I’ve come to learn that reality is never truly reality.
It’s procured, which is where I come in—to make sure that legally we’re okay in using what the directors want to use. Fame after all, comes at a cost and sometimes that means you become the villain even if you’re Snow White.
The girls are escorted to the living room while I watch. There are five in total since Lucas and Grace are already together and hosting which just adds to the competition part of it. They get to pick and choose from both groups, like an idol buffet.
“This,” comes Lucas’s voice, “is the seventh circle of actual hell.”
He looks down at his cue cards then back up at me. His hair’s red and pulled back into a ponytail and he’s wearing more jewelry than me, plus they put eyeliner on him to bring out his eyes. He looks like he’s ready to go onstage with his ripped jeans, leather jacket, and low white V-neck shirt.
