aria brooks: america's sweetheart
hunter gray: hollywood's golden boy and notorious player
these two are as different as it gets. or are they?
join aria and hunter on their journey through love, hate and, everything in between.
and maybe, just maybe...
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"Hunter, where the hell are you. You're running late, extremely late," my manager, Preston Winters, sighed.
"Wow, no hello? I'm hurt man," I joked, knowing I'd get him even more riled up.
"You- just get here already, everyone is waiting," he sighed once again before hanging up.
I swear that man had a sighing problem.
Now you may be wondering, what did I possibly do to anger this man, huh? Well, let's just say I was running late, extremely late.
Why?
Because I went to sleep later than usual which resulted in me waking up way too late.
Why?
Because of London Taylor. And no, not in that way, you dirty-minded bastards.
The girl had shown up to my house, uninvited, may I add, and demanded a relationship.
To which I laughed in her face.
But the time my laughing fit had ended, she was fuming. But that wasn't my fault. I mean, do these girls not know what a one night stand is?
So, for the sake of my career, I politely told her I wasn't looking for a relationship.
Which I'm not, a relationship isn't really my cup of tea since what happened.
When I finally arrived at the chemistry reading, everyone looked up. To add to my already dramatic entrance, I glared.
My special Hunter Gray glare.
I'm told it puts people on edge while still looking sexy so who would I be if I didn't take advantage of that?
I took a seat next to Aria Brooks.
Que the screaming fans.
Apparently, this girl was the female version of me. You know, minus her not being a player.
America's Sweetheart, they call her.
What the hell does that even mean?
Aria, looked upright as I sat down. When her gorgeous hazel eyes landed on me, she scowled.
Her ex play-toy, who sat across from her, also scowled. Yeah, that motherfucker is still hopelessly in love.
I mean who wouldn't be? Have you looked at the girl?
She's also said to be an extremely fun person to be around. Me? I wouldn't know.. The girl seems to hate me.
So, I'll just hate her back I guess.
As the chemistry read went on, I found myself extremely intrigued by Grayson's character, Lucah.
Why?
That's for me to know and you to find out.
No spoilers here, kids.
***
"There's a table read in two days," Preston informed me.
"What's the point of that?" I asked, hypothetically, knowing damn well a table read was needed.
"To rehearse with the rest of the cast, today was just you, Mr. Carter, and Miss. Brooks since you are the ones in a majority of the scenes," Preston went on to explain.
"Why did I even agree to this movie?"
Why did I?
Today, Aria and I couldn't even say our lines without scowling at each other.
Just imagine the later scenes. Like, god woman, we're supposed to be falling in love, not planning each other's murder.
