When the door to the penthouse opens, I walk quickly to the bedroom and take my jeans off. Pulling the covers back, I climb into the cold bed with just my t-shirt on. I fall asleep with Brad and Ezra's words swirling in my head, both know I have feelings for Jackson, and I'm upset that I wasn't hiding them as well as I thought.
The next morning, I jump out of bed and run to the living room. My brother and Jackson look up from the TV at my crazed expression. I catch my reflection and see my hair sticking in all directions and my make-up is smudged.
"He's okay. Nothing happened, and we thought you needed the sleep." Nate tells me slowly.
"I'll bring your suitcase into your room," Jackson says standing up and grabbing the large bag in the corner of the room.
Nate stands from the couch. "I need to run to the store, does anyone need anything?"
He doesn't wait for our answers; he leaves us alone in the giant penthouse. I follow Jackson back to the master bedroom with my suitcase.
"Why are you moving to LA, and why did you make a movie and not tell me?" I ask him hurt.
He wheels the suitcase into the large walk-in closet, and I sit on the bed waiting for him to return. When he rounds the corner, his fingers are weaving through his messy mop of hair, and he looks nervous.
"Truth?" He looks at me.
I nod and motion for him to sit next to me on the bed. "Yes. We have always told each other the truth."
"I'm tired of not seeing you. I'm sick of hearing you say that I don't understand your life. I want the parties, the booze, the fame, and the money."
"Jax, you have the money and booze. I'm sorry, but I don't think you have any idea what you are about to give up. You moving to LA won't allow us to see each other more, it will just get harder and harder. What happens when we're on different sets across the world from each other for months? The fame isn't as good as it sounds. Everyone makes up lies about you to sell magazines or publicists put out fake stories to keep your name in the press. It's hard to keep up with the real and fake news because it all starts to blur together.
"Ava, I know that this is real." He says reaching for my face and kissing me.
The kiss explodes on my lips, and I feel like I'm floating away. I love Jackson and his kiss is giving me promises of a future. My body tingles with pent-up tension and I attack him further. I move from my spot and straddle his lap to get closer to him. He slides his tongue into my waiting mouth and his fingers dig into my skin.
I break away from his lips and rest my forehead on his.
"We will make time for each other. I promise I won't believe any stories I read about you." Jackson smiles at me. "I don't believe half of them now."
"There are too many risks. You could meet someone else, and I'll hate you. I don't want to hate you." I bite my lip.
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Romansa*** Complete Story*** Avery Weber was Hollywood's new "it" girl and all it took was one big movie to help her get there. She grew up in Upper East Manhattan, attended the finest private schools and got everything she ever asked for - except time wit...
