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Thomas sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m trying.” He inhaled another deep breath before dropping his hand to look at me. “Whether it was today or two weeks from now, the headlines will change. We’ve discussed this several times. These reports shouldn’t have come as a shock to you.”
He was right. It’d take time to soften the blow of how the press was treating me.
“You need to relax, alright? I’m handling it. This isn’t the first time you’ve been caught in a scandal, Aires, and we both damn well know this isn’t going to be the last.”
I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at him. “I can’t help the fact that women love to make up stories about me to the media.”
“Well…” Thomas adamantly nodded. “Maybe if you stopped fucking them over, they wouldn’t have a reason to make up stories about you. I know, crazy concept and all.”
“Or maybe”—I nodded at him, fully aware of where he was going with this— “if they stopped thinking they could change me, it wouldn’t feel that way to them. I make no secrets of who I am, Thomas.”
“I’m just saying it’d be great if you kept your dick in your pants for once.”
I shrugged. “I don’t pay you to have an opinion on where I thrust my cock.”
Dad cleared his throat, interrupting. “Let’s make something perfectly clear, Aires. We don’t give a rat’s ass where you stick your dick as long as you don’t get caught with your hands in the cookie jar.”
“How many times do I have to apologize to you?”
“As many times as it takes for it to stick in your thick skull. The women are petty scandals. If the press wants to talk about your bed-hopping ways to sell magazines, then so be it. This”—he lifted the article—“is attacking your character and credibility, and that’s the narrative on every single cover story.”
“They’re going to write what gives them sales, Dad. At the end of the day, drama makes money. I know that, and so do you. I’ll fix it, okay? Don’t I always?” Shifting my glare to Thomas, I asked, “What do you have for me?”
In whatever way, shape, or form, he always came through with the best contracts, the best contacts, the best of the best. He fought for me and with me, being my biggest ally since he’d become my agent at the start of my career.
No matter the situation, I knew he always had my best interest at heart. The press didn’t mind their own damn business on a normal day, let alone on an occasion like now, when all eyes were on me more than ever.
Reporters talked shit and ran their mouths, saying this was the end of my career, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. I had more money than I knew what to do with, so I could retire if I wanted to. This had nothing to do with money and everything to do with the fact that I could come back from this.
I’d prove everyone wrong.
“Now you’re talking my language,” Thomas informed.
Before I could ask him to elaborate, the familiar sound of dress shoes connecting on the hardwood floor shifted my eyes over to the office door. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t caught off guard by seeing the renowned movie director B. Night walking into the room.
I cocked my head to the side, confused.
“Aires, I’d like to introduce you to?—”
I stood. “I know who he is.” Walking over to him, I shook his hand.
B. Night greeted, “Pleased to meet you, Aires.”
We shook hands.
“Likewise.”
After we sat down, B. Night was the first to break the silence. “Do you know why I’m here?”
“Not exactly,” I replied, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Time is money, so I’ll get right to the point.” I never expected him to add, “I’m here to make a movie.”
I jerked back, even more caught off guard than I just was. “You want to make a movie with me?”
“I definitely have my work cut out for me when it comes to you, but yes, I do. I’m here to do what I do best, and that’s making a top-grossing film with the actor capable of filling the role.”
“Are you patronizing me?”
