Page 133 of Drama Queen

“That's great,Mad, just one more shot and you're done,” Lena shouts, taking more than one more photo.

I give her a smirk and bite my bottom lip as her camera continues to click.

“Thank you for meeting with us today,” Lena says with a smile, lowering the lens and offering me her hand to shake.

“It was a pleasure as always.” I give her a wave and take my robe that Andre is holding out for me.

“Damn, I forgot how cold it is in these warehouses,” I mutter, moving as fast as I can to the dressing room.

“They always keep it below freezing when doing underwear shoots. Have to make sure your dick stays down around the hot models,” Andre murmurs, not even looking up from his phone.

I laugh, rolling my eyes. But it's true.

Reaching the room, I quickly change back into sweats and a sleeveless hoodie.

“What else do we have to do today, and do we have time for a snack? Fucking starving.”

Andre grunts finishing his email or whatever he's doing. “We have a meeting in an hour, but we can grab something quick.”

Joe, my bodyguard, meets me at the door, and I wave goodbye to everyone, then let him escort me to my waiting SUV.

Mike, my driver gives me a smirk as I climb into the backseat. Andre almost sits on me not paying attention.

“Who are you talking to?” I mumble, shoving him gently off of me, then yawn.

I've been up since four after going to sleep at one. We had a movie premier event that ran late.

“Janet, your new co-star’s assistant. She's feisty.”

I shake my head at how much of a player he can be, then lean back against the door and close my eyes.

Shit is crazy right now, and things are only going to get wilder, but I'm looking forward to the three month break.

Being a normal college student while trying to keep Harmony’s identity hidden. I thought the studio was insane when they suggested this little experiment, but maybe it'll be fun.

I mean who wouldn't want to live with the girl of his dreams, being the only one to know she's a girl.

I have had too many fantasies lately about what we could do in the cover of night.

HARMONY

Niko reaches for my hand and I tug away, raising my hand and slapping him across the cheek.

He gives me a perfect puppy dog look, but I'm not buying it.

“And cut! That's a wrap people. Congratulations.” We all clap and I give some of my cast members hugs.

Niko tries to move closer, but I side sweep by him. He's been blowing up my phone full of apologies, but I don't have the time or honestly the desire to listen or forgive him.

Case is back in Kansas, and I've also got his number blocked now. My aunt threw a royal fit made for a queen, but I don't care.

He knows he fucked up.

Leaving the set, I grab a bottle of water and an apple on the way out. Backing up, I bump into someone.

Firm hands grip my hips, and the scent of sandalwood and vanilla makes my mouth water.

“Careful Melody, wouldn't want to twist an ankle,” someone mumbles into the back of my neck, and I arch closer to the delicious smelling stranger.

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