How You Get The Girl (Theme Song Book 2)

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by Jessica Florence


  Chapter Eight

  Alessandra

  I was dying.

  This was the end for me. Jenson would figure out how to survive on his own. He was a bright boy. He would find a wife someday, and I was going to miss it, but he would know I loved him with all my heart. I tried my best.

  “Shit, Alessandra. Are you all right?” Joel was suddenly in front of me, his face full of concern. Maybe I should have given him a chance. At least for one night. A secret night of passion.

  “I’m dying.” My voice was hoarse. I knew the end was near. So much pain.

  “Seriously, Alessandra. Tell me what the fuck is going on. You look like shit, but you aren’t dying. And people say I’m an actor.” He was teasing me. It wasn’t nice to do when someone was about to go into the light. My eyes closed, and my hands clenched around my stomach. My fingers were gripping my shirt so hard that the material was close to tearing.

  “My uterus is revolting against me for not having another baby,” I groaned, wanting nothing more than to go lie on the bed in peace and wait for death to take me.

  “I see. Should have taken me up on my sex offer; I could have cured that problem for you.” He was fucking with me again, and really, hasn’t he been around any woman while she was on her period? We were bitches not to be fucked with. True to the almighty PMS, I went from debilitated, dying woman, to Xena the Warrior Princess.

  “Really! I don’t want your baby! My uterus has been without a child for thirteen years; she’s gonna live. Only like, what, fifteen to twenty-five more years, and she will shrivel up. I don’t need your dick knocking me up! I am a strong, independent woman! I can handle it!”

  Somehow in my rant I had stood and was now looking at him in the eye. He was holding in his laughter. I scoffed and pushed him into his chair so I could get this over with.

  “You’re lucky I don’t feel like losing my job,otherwise I would make you look like Ursula from The Little Mermaid.” I put my hair back into a ponytail and met his eyes in the mirror.

  “What?” He was just staring at me. Not with fear, like I wanted, but with something suspiciously like adoration. Ugh.

  “You’re adorable. Need anything? Some Advil? Chocolate? Tampons? I heard milk helps with symptoms of PMS.”

  “Yeah, I need to put makeup on your face so you can get out of mine. You’re irritating me.” He sort of wasn’t, but I was too far gone with the sickness to come back now.

  He continued to smile, but he stayed quiet so I could do my job. Once he was finished, Kandi got him dressed, and we all walked over towards the set.

  “Man, it’s hot out here.” I started fanning myself, feeling flushed and overheated. I looked up at the sky, which was overcast. Obviously I was going through a hot flash or something. Everyone just looked at me like I was nuts, but kept on walking. I knew that the first day of my period was the worst. The pain, the crazy, and I prayed hard that my other symptom didn’t emerge. Subtly, I looked to the side at Joel walking.

  He looked delectable, just like always.

  “Still not gonna do it.” I turned my head back to the stage door and repeated that mantra over and over.

  Joel quickly went to work, and Kandi and I just stood there watching.

  “You look like a hobo,” Kandi commented, calling me out on my non-effort.

  “Yeah, well, I got my period.” I shrugged. I was rocking my cut-off boyfriend capris and loose shirt, with flip-flops.

  “Gotcha. I got a stash of chocolate back at the trailer, along with other goods, if you need it. Blue bag behind all the clothes.” She popped a bubble then walked off. Sweet girl.

  We worked hard for the next few hours, and when they gave us an hour break so they could change up the set a little, I ran back to the trailer, took care of business in the bathroom, and sought out that blue bag Kandi said she had.

  “Heck yeah.” There it was. I didn’t wanna rob her completely, so I grabbed two Snickers bars and some Advil.

  Once I was settled on the couch, and the liquid pill was starting to take effect, I dove into those chocolate bars, not even pretending to save one for later. Soon a smile started to appear on my face, and I felt happier. Chocolate really was a cure for all that ails. I was basking happily in my thoughts of chocolate when the door opened.

  Then it hit me. No, no!

  “Hey, just wanted to check on you. I brought donuts in case you were hungry for sugar.” Joel was being sweet, and it was the final nail in the coffin.

  My other symptom of PMS was happening.

  I was horny. It happened every damn time. But I usually managed with my little bullet at the house. One orgasm, and I was good for the rest of the week. It was just this first damn day! I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

  “I’m feeling better,” I mumbled as I checked the corners of my mouth for chocolate. He looked relieved, then sat down next to me. Putting the donuts on the small table next to the couch.His chest was so broad, and I could see through the thin shirt he was wearing. Being attracted to him had never been my issue, and right now I was feeling that desire rise up like a tsunami.

  “Good. Haven’t killed anyone though, right? I’ll be your alibi if you need it.” He was messing with me, as was his thing to do. But I was not in the playing mood. My breasts were feeling heavy and in need of some kneading. My brain was short circuiting, and only one thing was on my mind—touching him.

  “I haven’t,” I answered and brought my hand up to his hair. The softness of it felt like heaven in my fingers. He did have good hair. I always thought his little gray patch in the front was hot.

  “Uh, you sure you’re okay there?” He was looking right at me, and I inched closer.

  “I do have a problem. And as much as I don’t wanna go there, I really can’t stop myself.” I leaned in and closed my eyes.

  He pulled away.

  “Are you coming on to me?” He looked at me like I was crazy. I was. All those little thoughts I’d have about him and his looks, or the thoughts I’d have about him in bed, were all running through my mind right now like my own personal porn gif. My walls had given my body a temporary pass, thanks to my hormones running wild.

  “Maybe.” My nails ran over his scalp, and his eyes closed briefly, enjoying the feeling. Good. I was a wildcat in all matters sex. Not that I would be having sex with him. That wouldn’t be good, plus it would just make a mess everywhere. No, I just needed to grind on him, touch him, have him touch me. That would be enough, and I would be good.

  He still hadn’t said anything, and I knew he wanted me, so I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, giving into the attraction. Maybe deep down I knew I could fight off my hormones, but I was giving up. I would think about it later. I had Joel Kline at my fingertips, and I needed him right now.

  Chapter Nine

  Joel

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  Alessandra’s lips were on mine.

  And I didn’t want her right now, not like this. I know how women are when they’re on the rag. I have two sisters that tried to kill me one minute then wanted me to hold them while they cried when they were on theirs. That was also worse because they were always on it at the same time. Pure torture. So Alessandra seemed to be one that suffered heavily with all the symptoms, including being a cat in heat. I wished I could be an asshole that just let her have her way with me as she clearly wished.

  But I wanted her not under the influence, if you will. I wanted her to gladly let me in her life. Willingly. Not just because she had a glitch in her system that temporarily shut down her shields.

  “Hold on.” I pulled back and tried to get some space between us, but she was on me in a second. Everything I had thought about her was true. She was all fire and passion. God, I couldn’t wait to have her, but I’d wait until she came to me for real. Her lips crashed against mine, and her teeth scraped my bottom lip, making it really hard for me to push her away.

  “Not like this. I want you so bad. But not like this. We both know you
wouldn’t be doing this if your hormones weren’t wreaking havoc on you right now.” She was looking at me in shock. I know, sweetheart, gentleman Joel Kline wasn’t one that everyone got to meet.

  “God, I’m such an idiot.” Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t be around women when they were vulnerable. She looked hurt, but not by me. She was upset with herself. Her hands went to her face in shame.

  “In due time, Lips. Soon you will be looking at me with a little twinkle in your eyes. Then you will want me to open your lady flower and gently caress your soft petals.” I tweaked my words to make her laugh. It worked. She was focusing on how much of a doofus I was, versus how she threw herself at me.

  “You will be shouting from the balcony your love of me. Oh, Joel Kline! My Joel Kline!”I kept going. Making her smile was all I cared about right now. I didn’t give a shit what people thought of me, and I was a goof sometimes.

  “You’re ridiculous.” She smacked my arm lightly, like she did to her son yesterday. That was something.

  “It’s going to happen, Alessandra my sweet.”

  She rolled her eyes but I could tell that she was thankful for the change of subject and making light of things. She probably would have stewed in her feelings, and after the day ends, she still might. But for now, she smiled, and I was happy that I was the one putting that happiness on her face.

  “Probably about time to get back to work. You need a few minutes?” I stood and held out a hand for her. She took it and looked around.

  “Maybe a few; I’ll be on set shortly to touch up your face.” She let go of my hand and looked at herself in the mirror, trying to fix her appearance. She looked fine as hell to me; I liked her more casual wear. Her ass looked plump and perfect in those cutoffs. I wish I had permission to smack it or cup it at least. I would be all over that ass. Feeling brave, I smacked her ass anyway, and took off towards the door. It wasn’t a nice sexy smack, but more like one that could be used as evidence, with my fingerprints in her luscious tan skin.

  “Ah! What the hell! Oh my God, that stings!” she cried out, and I heard something hit the wall by the door that I was already exiting. There was my feisty princess. Right before I closed the door, I yelled back to her.

  “Your ass looks good in those pants!” I closed the door quickly, not wanting to get hit in the head with anything.

  Today was turning out to be a good day. Though nothing major had happened, Alessandra wouldn’t be able to completely shut me out anymore. And she learned I wasn’t a complete asshole.

  The rest of the day moved quickly. I had a brief scare when I thought I twisted my ankle while jumping from one fake rock to another. But after a few stretches, I was good to go. Doing my own stunts was something I took pride in, not all actors liked the work. It took time to learn how to do the moves safely. I actually took a few months of stunt classes during a break in between movies to up my skills. I think the production companies like that, as well. Less people they had to pay, I guess.

  “Thanks for today.” Alessandra’s voice broke past my thoughts, making me spin around towards her. She was all packed to go, but had taken the extra time to say thank you. Things were improving.

  “You’re welcome. Anytime you need a period buddy, I’m your guy.” Sometimes even I shake my head at the shit that comes out of my mouth.

  “Right. Well, bye.” She turned and fled. Period buddy. Jesus, what had I been smoking? But at least she said bye. Improvements, indeed.

  I went back to the trailer to clean up my appearance a bit, and then my phone started to ring while I was in the shower.

  I answered it on speakerphone.

  “Hello?” I watched the dirt that was in my hair circle the drain.

  “Hi, Joel! Guess what?” It was the voice of my best friend’s girl, Livia. When she climbed the fence of my home and told me she was going to try to win Killian back, I was happy for them. He deserved a girl like her. She brought him out of the rain and into the sun.

  “What?” I smiled, seeing her overly bright face in my head. Then I laughed a little when I thought of Killian’s face right now sitting next to her, because, let’s face it, he was probably looking like a grumpy old man.

  “We went dune buggying in Vegas! It was so much fun. We will all have to go back sometime. Anyway, Killian and I were wondering how everything was going?”

  “She works hard for the money.”

  I heard a scoff on the other line from Killian, and Livia laughed.

  “Lovely theme song. I guess you do work hard for all of your millions. You got to work it like you got it, and you definitely got it.” The last part of her sentence was to rile up Killian a little, and based on the growl I heard from him, it worked. They wouldn’t be on the phone for much longer.

  “You guys still coming out to visit next week?” I turned off the water and dried myself off while I heard some rustling around on their end of the phone. Livia squeaked.

  “Yep! We will be there. Okay, gotta go, bye, Joel!” The phone clicked off abruptly.

  “Good for them,” I said to myself and got dressed.

  Next week we had a few days off, and Killian, Livia and I had made plans to chill at my house during that time. Pretty much a nice relaxing weekend of surfing, drinks, and doing as little as possible.

  The only thing that would make it better is Alessandra. I had a week to make her comfortable enough to accept my offer to chill at my house, or if that failed, I would have to stoop a little low. But I wasn’t above using all my tools in the box to get her. Nope. One way or another, she would be there for the weekend.

  Chapter Ten

  Alessandra

  Is it safe to enter the trailer? -Bestie

  He was ridiculous. For one, he really did put his name in my phone as “Bestie.” I knew it was him because none of my other friends would do that. Two, he was being dramatic about coming in the trailer. I was over the hard days of my perioditis, so I was back to being normal. Aside from bleeding. I couldn’t help the little smile from forming as I fired off an answer.

  Depends. Think you can handle the beast?-Alessandra

  His reply was instant.

  I handle the beast in my pants all the time. I think I can handle the one in yours. -Bestie

  He opened the door shortly after I read that, and I couldn’t do anything but giggle.

  “Really? You are something else.” He sat in his chair, and I started prepping his face.

  “Yeah, but I’m growing on you.” He smiled, and all I could think was, he was right. He was growing on me. Which I guess wasn’t so bad. He could have taken advantage of me, the way I threw myself at him like I did. Or even give me shit about it,but he wasn’t holding it against me. I didn’t really know what was happening, but I realized I could let him in a little.

  “Jenson can’t stop telling his friends that he met you the other day.” Meeting his idol was a big deal. He really had been over the moon since then.

  “He was a cool dude. You’re doing well with him.” I felt my insides warm, hearing him say that. I tried really hard to be a good mom to him. Whenever someone told you that you weren’t failing miserably as a parent, it made you feel really good. Especially when you’re doing it on your own.

  “Thanks.”

  “So I was thinking, I have some friends coming to my house during our weekend off filming. You two should come down, and chill with us,” he asked very casually. Like it was every day he asked his makeup artist and her son to stay at his house.

  “Um, I’m not sure about that. Don’t wanna cramp your style or anything, having a teenager around.” Most adults didn’t wanna party with a kid around, and those that did were up to no good. I would pass.

  “It’s nothing like that. Killian and Livia are like family. He’s a truck driver, and she is his girlfriend. We are gonna pretty much surf, eat, and chill the whole weekend.”

  I heard him, but I was still coming to grips on the thought that Joel was more than just a manwhore, or someone that liked
to flaunt his money, and fame. If I was being honest, he wasn’t like that at all. I’d known him almost two months, and he had yet to do anything that would make him seem like a pompous ass, aside from our initial encounter.

  “I’ll think about it.” I’m pretty sure I was going to say no, but at least I was trying to be better when it came to him. He wasn’t a monster.

  “Anything I can do to help make that ‘think about it’ into a ‘yes’?” He looked at me and smiled. That smile was starting to make little butterflies flap in my stomach.

  “Yeah, be quiet and let me do my job.” I smirked, and he closed his eyes and shut up. Stupid cute actor.

  I finished his makeup and then he moved onto wardrobe before jumping on the set. Today was going to be a little different than the others. Today he would not be the main man on set—Lana Hamleia, the Hawaiian princess, was making her debut on the stage for the first time. They would be shooting a scene where Lana would see Luc in her dreams.

  Nineveh Presley would be playing the princess, and I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet. She didn’t have to show up until today, since they hadn’t been filming her scenes. But now I was a little curious what she was like.

  I’d never heard of her, until this movie. She was an up-and-coming actress, not a known player like Joel.

  About a half hour into filming a beautiful woman, who looked like a biracial goddess, walked onto the set. She was wearing a beat-up night gown, that barely covered her slight frame. Her hair was gorgeous! It was a golden color, much like her tan skin, but was wild. I had total hair envy right now. Mine was mostly straight with a few waves here and there. Nineveh had a mix of tight and loose curls flowing behind her as she walked over to a shitty-looking bed. She lay down against the pillow, and Joel stood off to the side, waiting to rush to her in dreamland.

  “Okay, Nineveh, remember, you are sleeping fitfully. Then you dream of Luc. And…Action!” Leighton started rolling and the action did begin.

 

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