Page 15 of Acting For Daddy
“I… I just had sex with… someone.”
“What!”
“I just had sex–”
She cuts me off. “Yes, I heard that part loud and clear. What do you mean you had sex? With who? Did someone make you have sex with them in exchange for the role?” her blue eyes darken and turn murderous. “Who was it?”
“Alex Adams.”
Her jaw drops to the floor and I would find it hilarious if I wasn’t equally surprised by it myself. “T- the rockstar? You mean you had sex with the hottest freaking guy in LA?” she gasps before her expression shifts from surprise to anger. “Did he make you–”
“No, I wanted to.”
“For a role?”
“No. I… I wanted him.” always have.
“Well, you and millions of other girls around the world if we’re being realistic,” she says, and I push down the unreasonable jealousy that clouds me. “So, what’s the problem? If you wanted to have sex with him and it happened, what’s with the long face? Was his dick small?”
I splutter, blinking owlishly at Sheila. “What? No. His…Oh God, I can’t believe I’m even talking about this.”
“Every girl has wondered it at some point. I mean, it would be unfair if God gave him a handsome face, such talent and a big–”
“Stop,” I beg her, covering my face with my palms. “His…manhood is not small. It’s big. Very big, trust me. Everything about him is big, maybe a little too big but you get my point.”
“Manhood,” she snorts before turning serious. “So why the long face?”
I gnaw my lip and question how much I should tell her but I have already named Alex so I might as well go ahead. I haven’t violated anything in the NDA I signed. At least I don’t think so. Besides I need to talk to someone about this and Sheila is here.
“I knew Alex before he was famous.” Her jaw drops back to the floor but this time she’s not fast in picking it up. “He and my brother used to be in a band together. I attended all of his concerts, but we lost touch when he moved to LA. When he walked into that room, he didn’t even recognize me. And when we had sex…”
“Ouch, that must sting.”
“It does,” I confess. “I’ll admit I was in pigtails when he last saw me, but wouldn’t you remember the person that was at the front row of all your concerts or at the very least, your best friend’s sister?”
“Wow,” she says, falling back on her seat to gather her thoughts and I mirror her action, my eyes looking straight ahead but at nothing in particular. “If it matters so much to you then why didn’t you tell him about your connection when you met? Remind him that you two come from way back.”
“I panicked.” I shift my head to her side. “I haven’t seen him in almost eight years and everything between us happened too fast. I wasn’t mentally prepared to see him again. He and I are going to be shooting intimate scenes, so it felt awkward to bring it up.”
“So let me get this straight. You had sex with arguably the hottest man in LA and you are mad because he doesn’t remember you from when you were what? A teen?” Well, when she puts it like that... “Mina, I know girls that would put out a hit on you out of pure spite for getting close enough to Alex Adams and breathing the same air as the man. We should buy wine to celebrate the fact that you lost your virginity to a man built like a Greek god and not to some nerd like I suspected you would.”
“Wait, what–”
Sheila whips her hair back and starts the car, totally ignoring my question. Her words make me think that I may have overreacted a tad back there. Should I really ignore Alex not recognizing me? I bet he’s met and interacted with millions of screaming fans, more than enough people to forget that teen girl who was obsessed with him.
I settle back on the seat as Sheila pulls into traffic and I figure I should probably talk my friend out of buying us drinks. We are not big drinkers, despite surrounded by alcohol all day but every once in a while, we indulge in cheap wine.
A glass couldn’t possibly hurt.
Chapter Six
Alex
Ben has been watching me since he walked into the dressing room and I breathe out a sigh before giving my manager the attention he’s been seeking.
“What?” I snap, my voice coming out sharper than I intend it to, but he doesn’t bat an eye at my tone.
“I’m trying to figure you out,” he says, leaning back on his chair and fixing those dark eyes on me. “You’ve never been interested in any woman in the years I have known you so, why her?”