Page 196 of My Five Daddies

“Goddamnit,” I grumble. I get her door open and steer her inside. I snap on a light and ignore how fucking messy the place is. I get her across the room and into the bedroom before dropping her on thebed.

She hits it with a thump and groans. “You can do it, just be quiet,” she says tome.

I make a face. “Sleep tight,” I say, shaking my head. What a fucking mess. She’d let me fuck her right now, despite being goddamn wasted. I don’t know what happened in her life to get her like this, but here she is, blackout drunk andgroaning.

I watch her for a second, but I’m pretty sure she’s already asleep, so I leave. I head back through her messy living room and out into thehall.

What a fucking wreck. Holly came on to me again and I’m sure she’ll be feeling this tomorrow. On top of that, some paparazzi fuckwit got some pictures of us together, and I’m sure that’s going to be on the front page of a bunch of shit in themorning.

I head back downstairs and get back to my room. Fortunately, there’s a bottle of whisky waiting for me on theground.

I pick it up and head inside. I crack it open and pour a drink, but I don’t feel like getting wastedanymore.

I knock it back and try to forget just how fucking fucked I really am. Maybe Tara won’t see that picture. Maybe Holly will get over her childish insanity and start being professional to Taraagain.

Maybe pigs will fly and my dick will jizzgold.

I shake my head and go to bed. I’ll deal with it in themorning.

18

Tara

Idon’t knowwhy I check the blogs, but I can’t help myself. As soon as I pull up Herez Pilton, a picture of Jackson supporting a clearly hammered Holly greets me like an atombomb.

And to top it all off, the headline reads, “JACKSON AND HOLLY GET HAMMERED BEFORE HE HAMMERSHER.”

I groan and scroll through the article. It’s the usual crap, plus a few more pictures. Jackson is holding Holly up, outside of a hotel room, and she’s very drunk. I can’t tell if he’s drunk or not, or what they’re even doing together so late atnight.

Jackson wouldn’t sleep with Holly like that, would he? I mean, he tells me that he’s not interested in her, but still. He clearly was with her last night when she was really drunk. The article says sex noises were heard from outside of her room, but I don’t know if these blogs just make shit up orwhatever.

I close my laptop lid and roll over in bed. I don’t want to go back to fucking work today, not with all this shit hanging over my head, but I can’t skip out. I’m going to have to face it sooner orlater.

I get up, get dressed, and getready.

“Chin up, kid,” Laney says to me as I’m leaving for theday.

I pause at the door. “Still up or just gettingup?”

She grins at me. “Stillup.”

“Go tosleep.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” She salutes me as Ileave.

The article with Jackson and Holly is all the rage on set today, which can’t be a big surprise to me. The crew loves to gossip about this sort of stuff, but I can’t let it get to me. We have some minor shots to do and fortunately Jackson isn’t in any of them. Holly is late to the set, so we go ahead and start doing some work with the extras and a few other minorcharacters.

A few hours pass and we get some work done before Holly Hart finally shows up. She comes on stage wearing big black sunglasses and talking quietly, and it’s obvious that she’s hungover. There are whispers all over about this, and it’s driving me crazy, but at least she doesn’t give me any dirtylooks.

In fact, she doesn’t even look at me at all. I don’t have to interact with her much, but she’s not openly hostile toward me this time. I don’t know why but she acts like I don’t exist, which is way better than her acting like I killed her dog orsomething.

Holly gets in a few scenes and although she’s clearly feeling like hot garbage, she manages to get through it with some poise. The crew is going nuts and gossiping like crazy, and I’m pretty darn confused myself, but at least we get some actual workdone.

“That’s lunch!” As soon as the director calls it, Holly darts for her trailer anddisappears.

I’m torn about what to do. On the one hand, I’m happy Holly isn’t trying to murder me with her eyes. On the other though, I don’t know what the hell Jackson was doing with her. And I know it’s none of mybusiness.

I head over toward the food line, still thinking about what’s going on, when Jackson appears from his workout. “Tara,” he says, catching my eye. “Can I talk to you asecond?”

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