Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“What’s the big deal? I have a PR person to handle things like this. You can’t just announce to the world that I might be pregnant before I’ve had a chance to talk to my manager, my agent, etc.”
“That’s your deal. And I didn’t announce shit to anyone. If assholes don’t have nothing better to do than follow my ass around in the local Walgreens that’s not my fucking problem. Besides, it’s nobody’s business but ours.” Fuck if I’m gonna ask her handlers for permission to breed my woman. Fucking fishbowls.
She berated my ass up one side and down the next the rest of the way but I ignored her. “I only got those for confirmation, I’m pretty sure your horny ass is bred.”
Don’t ask me why I was fucking with her; she was already spitting mad back there. That cute little accent of hers was front and center, years of speech therapy out the window.
She didn’t wait for me to open her door but she did try to hit me in the balls. “Hey watch it. I plan on having more than one kid you know.” You could boil water with the steam that came out of her ears.
“Would you keep your voice down?” she gritted out the words and looked around the dark lot like anybody else with sense was walking around this bitch at fuck this shit o’clock.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to get this riled up cupcake, it can’t be good for the little one.” I patted her flat stomach for pure shits and giggles and watched her lose her shit.
17
She didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day but there sure was a lot of buzz on and off set. Her people were fielding calls all day from what little I heard.
After the first asshole got in my face like he was really going to ball me out for getting her pregnant and I threatened to flatten his ass, they pretty much left me alone.
I couldn’t believe all the racket over one little peanut that wasn’t even here yet. I found the whole thing preposterous but I did draw the line when they went after her. I jacked up the little runt who seemed to run all things Tara and put the fear of hell in him.
“Listen you, I don’t know how the fuck you people do things around here, but where I’m from when a man and his woman decides to have a kid they don’t need to ask permission from anyone. She signed a contract to make movies I’m pretty sure she didn’t sign away her rights to her body and if she did I didn’t so back the fuck off or I will hurt you brother.”
No matter what he threw at me I knocked it back. Once he accepted that his Hollywood clout didn’t hold any sway with me he took his ass off elsewhere and left her the hell alone.
No wonder she was freaking the fuck out. These people really did take the cake. Who the fuck knew this kinda shit was going on behind the scenes in this fucked up town.
I made her take lunch when the director wanted her to work through after twelve straight hours of that shit. He at least knew better than to get in my face unless he wanted me to fuck up the last week of taping.
“You’re becoming one of those.”
“One of what?” I opened her door for her and cursed under my breath when I saw the group of vultures hanging out just outside the lot.
“There’s a group of spouses on a very infamous list. They’re known to be temperamental troublemakers who are never allowed on the set when their significant others are filming.” She laughed and put on her shades.
“I’d like to see them try.”
I stepped on the gas and the vultures scattered to their cars. “Put on your seatbelt princess.” I wasn’t about to have lunch with those assholes taking shots of us through the damn glass with every bite.
We lost a few but some actually beat us to her favorite spot. I try to change shit up but she has such few pleasures it’s almost barbaric.
That’s something else I’ve noticed. Apart from the crazy stalker shit her life beyond the screen is fucked. She can’t go two feet in this town without someone following or waiting for her there.
It’s sad, but I won’t say that to her. I’ve just made up my mind to do something about it. I’m pretty sure they won’t be hanging out in my hometown.
First they’d have to find it, and even if they did, I have my ways of keeping them the fuck out. I walked her into the little canteen like restaurant that was a throwback to the fifties, with my hand protectively in the small of her back.