I’m sitting on the edge of a bed in some high-rise hotel waiting for the rest of the crew to show up.

It’s been two days. She hasn’t texted back, and I haven’t seen Jemma. Hudson’s had her on set with some other guy named Woody. The guy gives me the fucking creeps. His skinny as shit and into all that BDSM stuff. Hudson said something about a dungeon. I don’t fucking know. I’m just shocked she’s hasn’t already turned in her notice.

The door swings open and Don, the camera guy, and Brandi walk in. She smiles the second her eyes land on me.

“So,” she says in that annoying Valley girl voice of hers, “Hud got that video uploaded pretty quick. You know why?”

“Why?” I keep looking at the floor because I don’t want to fool with her today. She fucking has a thing for me, obviously, I mean—#IThinkIHaveACrush—Jesus Christ. Jake is right. I need to call fucking MTV about this shit.

“Because we are stellar together.”

“Huh…”

“I mean, come on, Johnny. It’s good shit.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

I can feel her staring at me, but I don’t lift my eyes. Brandi is one of those girls, the kind that takes any little gesture to mean something more than it does, and I’m pretty sure she’s probably a little mental. I can just see her being that girl that throws her exes shit out the door, shits on it then sets it on fire while Tweeting about it and uploading a selfie to Instagram with the mayhem as the backdrop. This guy was a total loser. #EverythingYouOwnInABoxToTheLeft #BurnedMotherfucker.

I can’t help but laugh a little at my creativity with those hashtags.

“What’s your real name, huh?” she asks.

“What?” I turn to face her.

“Your real name. I know it’s not, Johnny. I heard that girl call you something like Taylor or Tyler…”

“Oh, yeah. Tyler.”

She smiles, her collagen plumped lips not thinning out in the least. “That’s a sexy name.”

“Just a name.”

“Mine’s actually Samantha.”

I nod.

“You don’t talk much.”

“No, I don’t.”

“So how do you know that girl?”

Fuck, does she every shut up? “You mean Jemma?”

“Yeah.”

“We used to be friends.” Friends because it’s none of her fucking business. Like I said, I can see the raging psycho looming beneath those hazel eyes of hers and God knows what shitstorm she’d create if she found out Jemma and I used to date.

“Oh, friends.” She rubs her hand over my back, and I slowly scoot away from her. “She wants to fuck you.”

“Oh, I can assure you she does not.”

“She does.”

“Okay… you know, I don’t really want to talk about this with you.”

Her brow wrinkles and she makes that dumb fucking pouty face girls make. They think it’s sexy, and it’s not. “You really are an asshole, you know it?” she says.

“Yeah,” I say with a slight smirk. “Heard that a time or two.”

She hops up from the end of the bed and grins. “I find assholes really attractive.”

“Great,” I mumble under my breath just as Hudson walks into the room.

Two hours later I’m naked. She’s naked. We’ve done six takes. I’m sweating, my thighs are burning like I’ve been doing power squats and I can’t fucking come. Surprisingly, when your attention’s somewhere other than the vagina you’re ramming your dick into, it’s hard to get off. She keeps staring up at me with this weird fucking look on her face. This girl is fucking weird as shit. I grab onto her waist and flip her over, face-down on the bed, push her shoulders down, forcing her to arch her back, and I close my eyes. And the sick part of this is, I can’t stop myself from pretending this is Jemma bent over like this because I know damn well if I do that, I’ll blow my load in five seconds flat.

And I do. As soon as the cameras shut off, I glance at Hud. “Is it good man?”

He skims through some of the footage and shakes his head. “Yeah, this looks good. You looked pissed. I like it.”

“Good, I’m gonna head out then if we’re done here.”

“Yeah, sure thing. Remember, you got that cock cast thing in the morning. I’m not gonna be around, but Jemma’s gonna be here to help out. I sent you the directions to their office.”

I pull in a breath as I open the door to the hall. “Wonderful.”