Acting up

Chapter 8

"What the fuck was that?"  Spat out Pete, the director, furiously, at Ashford.

The rape of my mouth. I answered silently in my head as I stared up at Ashford in shock and fear.

His eyes glittered back down at me unflinchingly.

"Was that even a fucking kiss?"  Went on the director heedless of the undercurrents of trouble brewing that begged to be unleashed from the stormy sea blue gaze of Ashford Meyer.

I stared disorientatedly back up at him. He was burning with an emotion so intense it was fearsome to behold but that didn't seem to hamper the director from his diatribe of profanities.

"It was supposed to be a romantic kiss. What part of romantic do you not understand?" Pete all but glared fire at us both. I didn't see why I was invited into that equation. I had been naught but the recipient of the brutal kiss Ashford ignited. I was the victim to Ashford here as Aria was to Elias.

But then I didn't understand why I was the recipient of such rage from Ashford either. I doubted it was all Elias that was standing there fuming fearsomely at me. Nope it was all Ashford and his anger was all for me.

It couldn't have been just the spilt water either. That was too lame for this sort of fiery heat. It had to be more. So much more to ignite fires of this magnitude.

But what? What did I do? I only just met the man.

Sure I have been one of the millions that stalked him but even that was not reason enough to warrant what he just did.

Then as if to answer my silent questions, Ashford said," She reminds me of my ex."

Pete and I looked at each other then turned to gape at Ashford in shock. I did not look at all like the ex-Vanessa Meyers. Now Vanessa Adams. She is a supermodel. A statuesque at six feet tall. This and fragile looking. With features as ethereal in appearance. She was nothing like me.

"You think I look like a supermodel?" I asked bluntly. Feeling neither flattered nor offended by the assumption. Only baffled that a person could be that shortsighted.

"I don't want to work with her," said the sadly spoilt Ashford Meyers. "Get her off my set!"

"This is my set," reminded Pete," and we don't have time to pick another actress. You got rid of the first two already. Whats to say  you won't find faults with the next or the one after that? This one stays Ashford. And more importantly, this will be whom you will be acting with."

I couldn't help my own defiant nod at that.

I didn't want to leave either. This was still a Kohn Meyer film staring Ashford Meyer. It would do wonders to my portfolio.

If, of course, I survived the making of the bloody film.