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It’s the end of the first week of shooting. This is meant to be a night to let our hair down and celebrate. Unlike Andrew and me, many people involved with the production have decided to rest, like Hayley, but I have somehow ended up here at this D-list bar-slash-nightclub along with Andrew.
And I don’t know why.
Well, actually, I do. Old habits are hard to shake. It wouldn’t be long ago when I would’ve relished being here. I would’ve loved the fact that I could swan in here and pick up any attractive model – or two – and take them back to my hotel suite for a night of fun. I would’ve loved to have been noticed. Throw my fame around. Get an ego boost.
But I am not that man now.
I already have a girl back in my hotel suite - Josie has taken the night to relax and sleep.
I wish I were there and not here, even if she is my fake girlfriend. An hour’s light conversation with her is far more rewarding than a night spent in this celebrity-trap shithole.
I came tonight because Andrew insisted, and he is a friend from the past. He knows the old me – the old me who would not need a second’s persuading to go here. And, right now, he is staring at me like he can’t recognize his old friend.
“One drink?” he asks.
“Just one drink, Andrew.”
“You’re not buying into all that new age bullshit, are you?” he questions. “Not Victor Penmayne?”
I wave away his concerns.
“I’m simply focusing on getting that best actor award now,” I explain. “It’s time I got serious about what I want. I’m not wasting my night getting trashed.”
Andrew shakes his head in disbelief.
“Is this all about that new chick you’re seeing?” he interrogates. “That little wide-eyed girl? Has she gotten into your head? Are you whipped by this girl?”
“Her name’s Josie.”
We’re interrupted by some stranger. She’s somehow gotten past Andrew’s security and has ended up at the rope barring our table from the rest of the bar. Well, I can see why she’s gotten past security when she has the... assets she has. She’s practically hanging over the rope, her enhanced tits straining to burst out of her top. She’s smiling.
“Oh my god, are you Victor Penmayne?” she asks me with a whole load of fake enthusiasm.
Andrew immediately answers, his eyes flashing up with a lot of nasty thoughts as he spots her assets.
“Oh yes, he is. You want to come and sit down with us?”
He beckons her into our private booth.
And I sigh.
Here we fucking go...
“Andrew, I thought we were just going to have a drink together...”
The director laughs. “We’ve always got room for a beautiful woman, right?”
The girl giggles at that and ducks under the rope. She dives straight for the space next to me, deliberately keeping her body practically stuck on mine. Her breasts rub against my arm. I don’t move. I’m not going to give up space, but I’m also not going to shy away.
I don’t want her here. Isn’t that obvious enough?
“What’s your name?” Andrew asks her.
“I’m Francesca.”
“Nice to meet you,” Andrew says. “And are you a big fan of Victor?”
“Big, big fan. I love him. He’s so very handsome.”
