Page 87 of Reckless Hearts
“Only one of us is actually paid to be beautiful,” I point out, and he laughs softly.
“Night, Seb.”
“Night, Marcus.”
And with that, Marcus disappears off my screen.
I fall asleep with a giant smile.
20
Marcus
I slouch in the back of the limo, my smile finally dropping as the tinted windows shield me from prying eyes. It’s been a full-on day.
5 a.m. - gym session with my personal trainer
7 a.m. - talk show
9 a.m. to 12 p.m. - press junkets
3 p.m. - hair and styling
6 p.m. - premiere ofLove in Zero Gravity.
Now, at eleven p.m., I’m headed to the after-party.
“You look tired,” my personal assistant Erica comments from where she’s leaning back in the leather seat opposite me.
“Is that just another way of saying I look like shit?”
“I don’t think you’re genetically capable of looking like shit,” Erica says.
“Should I take that as a compliment?”
Erica snorts. “It’s more of a factual statement. But seriously, Marcus, are you getting enough sleep?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Or when Jake stops booking me for dawn interviews.”
