Page 2 of Making It While Faking It
TREASURE GROVE
Fists balled and ready to knock on the door of Simon’s luxurious trailer, I fill my lungs with the untainted, crisp Iceland air, preparing myself to break the news to him. Tomorrow at this time, I want to be waking up in my bed back in New York City.
Out of nowhere, a thought flashes through my mind. I wonder if I’d be so miserable here if I had the same accommodations as Simon. My trailer is shoebox sized. Water barely trickles out of the faucet, the toilet barely flushes, and the bed feels like I’m sleeping on wood. But that’s not the case for Simon, who has the largest and most luxurious trailer on the lot. I thought he and I were supposed to live together, but according to Jaycee, that’s not allowed. She explained, clearly lying but with a straight face that he’s the main star and privacy is needed for purposes of confidentiality. I knew then that Simon put her up to telling me that, but I made myself believe what she said. Now, I’m no longer willing to delude myself. Yes, Simon is seriously a selfish prick. And yes, I agreed to marry him, but I knew deep down in my bones that I would never go through with it.
I don’t know what time it is because I’m not wearing a watch and my cell phone is in my trailer, but my guess is that it’s only minutes before or after eight a.m. Simon should be asleep. He spent all day yesterday on set. He’s not supposed to shoot again until early tomorrow morning. He works hard practicing his lines and performing them to perfection. He really is a great actor who needs his rest. I glance nervously over my shoulder, wondering if I should just go back to my trailer and give him a few more hours of undisturbed peace. I shake my leg anxiously, appearing as though I have to pee. The thing is… I can’t wait, because this is an emergency.
I pull my fist back to knock, but I stop. I hear a noise inside the trailer. It’s definitely Simon’s voice. He’s awake? But there’s something about the sound he made that puts my ears on high alert. My expression is tight. Then there’s another sound. It’s muffled, but it’s definitely made by a woman.
I snap back, leaning away from the door. “What the…” I whisper.
Okay, so…
It’s true. Simon Linney is notorious for being a cheater. But I allowed him to convince me that those days of banging every beautiful woman he meets are far behind him. “Only immature boys cheat. I’m a real man, Treasure, and men are loyal,” he had said in his smart and rather convincing English accent. I shake my head, hoping to be wrong about what I suspect. I say a little prayer—if I’m wrong, then I’ll take it as a sign to do whatever it takes to make our relationship work.
I twist my lips thoughtfully as my body processes the declaration I just made.
Maybe not.
But first things first—I carefully grab the door’s lever and crank it downward. I close my eyes as I sigh with relief. It’s unlocked.
My heart beats like thunder as I glance quickly but thoroughly over my right and then left shoulders. The coast is still clear. Fueled by the unmistakable sound of a woman’s faint giggle, I carefully pull the door toward me and hurriedly step inside.
The stark difference of the indoor temperature from the outside makes me shiver as my blood heats up. I wish I could enjoy the pleasant warmth wafting across my face. Suddenly, I remember that I’m wearing my heavy, ugly, wild-looking faux-fur dress. The material makes my skin itch, but I can’t scratch. I have to remain quiet. Rule number one—catch him in the act, see with my own eyes. Then he can’t lie.
I hear the bed creaking, slurping, and a lustful “Yes, Cherry baby, like that.”
My eyes grow wide, and I can’t stop shaking my head. Holy shit, he’s getting blown. And Cherry? Is it Cherry Attwell, the second-biggest star on set, who’s licking his stick? Yes—it has to be her. She’s the only Cherry out here.
The traitorous bitch.
I strongly dislike girls who spit in the face of the girl code.
In my mind’s eye, I see her face as she sits with me and Simon in his trailer, joining us for coffee some mornings, dinner some evenings, and the small cocktail party Simon threw the other night. Cherry’s playing his love interest, who is the daughter of our family’s rival clan. Even with all their sexual tension during scenes, I don’t think I ever noticed anything genuinely sexual between them. Or had I? Had I been so blinded by my need to keep my restaurant afloat that I looked away when their stares lingered for too long or she brushed against him as he stood at the sink?
I pad up the narrow hallway that leads to a master suite that rivals any five-star hotel room. I grimace, palm against my stomach as the unmistakable scent of sex taints the air and makes me nauseous.
“There, you’re hard. Let’s fuck,” Cherry says as if they’ve done what they’re doing a million times before and it’s time for the next step.
The sound of Simon sipping air between his teeth is sharp and laced with longing. I can also tell that he’s trying very hard to keep his sex sounds quiet. He doesn’t want anyone to hear him, especially me.
He won’t hear me, though. My steps are expertly silent as I inch closer to the doorway like a stalking lioness. I take two final steps and then carefully flatten my back against the wall. I lean forward, inch by inch, until I’m able to see them. They’re both so into what they’re doing that neither has felt my presence. Simon is naked as a jaybird and is on his knees, positioned between Cherry’s pencil-thin legs.
“Spread them wider,” Simon commands gruffly as he strokes himself.
Oh, that’s right, he loves barking out commands during sex.
“Wider,” he orders.
He’ll keep telling her to spread her thighs until her joints ache and her legs quiver.
But my eyebrows have quirked and held up. Something is off. If I’m not mistaken, Simon has been speaking with an American accent.
“Please, Simon, please,” Cherry begs as she dramatically thrashes her head back and forth as if she’ll die of need.
My heart feels like it’s stopped cold turkey when his butt cheeks clench as he lowers himself, thrusting into her so hard and fast that it seems as if he’s trying to break through her. Grunting, he pumps roughly.
I close my eyes and purse my lips, keeping myself from rushing into his bedroom and pounding him with my fists. I’ve never felt so powerless. In my face—they’re screwing right in front of me. But damn it, I can’t stop them. I need money. I need Simon one hundred percent in my corner during negotiations with Jaycee.Damn it.This is why I hate Hollywood. That cheating bastard that I said I’d marry stands between me and the cash I need to keep my restaurant alive.
