Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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This isn't how it's supposed to work. None of it.
I'm supposed to do all the work, put in the time and effort. I'm meant to apply for the opportunity most authors dream about.
It's not supposed to happen like this.
Lydia is treating me differently than all the other authors that has been published under her.
Not only are my mom and Lydia best friends but now I'm also dating her nephew.
This is so fucking wrong. I don't deserve this. I didn't put in the work for such an opportunity. It just fell into my lap.
"Why?" I tilt my head to the side, struggling to comprehend something that I'm going to let slip through my fingers.
"Why?" Lydia repeats, "because you deserve it. You're an amazing and talented writer. You deserve to see your characters come to life on the big screen."
Oh, the irony.
"This isn't the way to do it," I interrupt, unable to keep the snippiness from my voice.
"I do this every year, Timay. There's nothing different about this year, just the author that's been selected."
"I don't understand."
"Every year at these events I select an author with a book series that's bestsellers. I present them with this opportunity, none of them have turned me down." Is she being genuine? I can't fucking tell.
"So, it has nothing to do with my mom or Noah?"
Noah snorts, "aunt Lyd doesn't do shit like that. She made me work from the bottom until I proved myself, earning my spot as an editor. She doesn't pick favorites, everyone gets treated equally here whether you are related, friends or complete strangers, no special treatment."
"We spoke about this three years ago, Timay, don't you remember?" She's right, we did discussed this. Once upon a fucking time it was a goal of mine. I had it all planned out. So far, I've accomplished most of my goals. Draft a book, edit the shit out of it to the best of my ability, get it published, become a well-known author. This one was farfetched, but I accomplished it, nonetheless, become a bestseller and finally, have my novel reach the big screens.
Somewhere along the way, I pushed that goal aside, forgetting about my goals entirely.
"But I didn't write a screenplay," I state.
"That's why I have a few options available for you if you want to go through with the movie proposal. Option one, you and Noah can start working on it in your own time. Jeff will wait if I ask him, too. Right Jeffie?" She nudges his arm with a smirk twisting her lips.
"Right," he smiles.
"Option two, I have a few screenwriters working for me, they'll be able to give a take on your script that is cordial, incisive, and professional. We can have them draft something up for you. We send it to you, and you make the necessary changes according to your liking, but you can't turn this down, Timay. This is something you wanted with a passion, at least that's what you told me three years ago."
