Page 1 of Declan
Chapter 1
Kyler
“All I’m sayin’ is, I wouldn’t mind sitting on his face for a good five to ten minutes,” Brysen said as he looked at the magazine. His wavy blond hair fell into his face as he tilted his head to get a better angle. “Hell, I’d even settle for three minutes. Look at that mouth.”
“Ugh, stop.” I grabbed it from him and tried not to look at the picture he’d been drooling over. The man in the photo was Declan Price, one of the hottest actors in Hollywood. Dark hair, green eyes, and a muscled body that looked fucking amazing in the Spartan movie he’d starred in the previous summer. The dude was a knockout. “It’s bad enough I’ll be in the same room with him. Last thing I need is to be pitching a tent on top of that.”
“You’ll be pitching a tent anyway.” Brysen rolled his eyes and sat back against the wall, making himself comfortable on my bed. “I can’t believe they chose you for the part.”
Yeah, it was hard for me to believe, too.
I mean, it wasn’t a big role in the movie; I’d been cast as an extra. Some romantic comedy was being filmed in our town, and they’d wanted real locals to be in it. Brysen, who was my best friend and the evil mastermind in our relationship, had convinced me to audition even though I had absolutely zero acting talent.
“Who needs talent with a face like yours?”he’d said.“Just stand there and look pretty.”
He’d auditioned, as well, but he’d pissed off the head of the auditions when she caught him banging one of the craft service guys in the back room. He didn’t get the part.
My best friend was kind of a slut. And bykind of, I actually meantone hundred percent. He was the greatest person I knew, though—the type of guy that would drop everything and drive to your house when you called and cried to him in the middle of the night because some asshole broke your heart. He’d come prepared with a bottle of cheap whiskey, a case of soda, and snacks.
“When’s the filming?” Brysen asked.
“I haven’t been given a date yet,” I answered before taking out my phone and looking—again—at the mail icon that said I had no new messages. “Someone’s supposed to email soon and give me the details.”
The more days that passed without me receiving word made it seem more like a dream. Or maybe they’d decided they didn’t want me anymore.
Ugh.
“They’re arriving in town tomorrow, aren’t they?” Brysen leaned over and grabbed my beer from the bedside table before taking a swig.
He always helped himself to my drinks and food. I didn’t mind it. We shared an apartment; might as well share everything else, too. Even hookups. But we hadn’t known we’d been dating the same guy until I’d walked in on them fucking on the living room couch. I’d just met that guy, so I wasn’t too upset about it. Brysen, however, had turned into a fiery twink from hell and kicked the dude’s ass.
“I think so,” I responded, feeling that familiar fluttering of nerves when I thought of the film crew. “Some of the crew is already in town, but the actors and everyone else should be getting here in the morning.”
“People are losin’ their shit over it.”
Addersfield wasn’t too small, but small enough that the news of a big movie being filmed spread like wildfire and had everyone freaking out.
“Yeah, there’s a group of girls already stalking the hotel Declan’s rumored to be staying at.” I shook my head. “Probably going to pounce on him right when he gets out of the car.”
“Don’t give me that crap, Kye,” Brysen said with a light laugh. “You’d totally pounce on him, too, if given the chance.”
“I mean…you aren’t wrong.”
“Am I ever?”
I opened my mouth to recount a few of those times, but he held up his hand.
“Don’t answer that. Just call me your god and feed me grapes while hot, shirtless men fan me.”
“You don’t want much, do you?” I asked with sarcasm thick in my tone. “Just a simple, humble life.”
“The only thing I like about the wordhumbleis thehumpart.” Brysen grinned and snuggled with my pillow on the bed. “Verb.” He changed his voice to sound like one of those gameshow hosts. “Can you use that in a sentence, sir? Why yes.Hum, as in: Brysen liked for men to hum when they sucked his cock.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I can’t even with you right now.”
“Do you think Royal would be impressed by my incredible acting?”
Royal was an anchor for our local news station. Even though he was a few years older than us, we were like three peas in a pod.
