False Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 7) (2 page)

I finish up at the office and head to the set. Cruze’s driver isn’t anything like Lincoln. This guy is chatty and I have no desire to talk to him.

“I need to get some work done,” I tell him and put up the partition.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles at me in the rearview mirror.

When the partition is fully up I make myself a drink and suck it down, then lean my head back and try to sleep. It doesn’t come. Instead I think about Zane. He’d been so angry with me after I fucked John in front of the cameras. He’d taken me into his limo and poured hot wax on my nipples and made me come.

Thinking back on it, I realize that moment was a turning point in our relationship. It was from then on that fucking him became personal.

The bourbon has warmed my insides and I put a hand on my breast over the red silk shirt I’m wearing.

I remember the way the wax felt, and pinch. My nipple is instantly hard, and my pussy’s wet. I put my other hand between my legs and imagine Zane slapping my clit. Pleasure and pain. I want both and I want Zane to give them to me.

The limo stops and the driver raps on the partition.

“We’re here.”

I clear my throat. Sit up. “Excellent.”

He opens my door and I step out. “Thank you,” I say coolly. “I’ll be only an hour or so.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I feel his eyes on me as I walk in. It’s creepy, but no creepier than the guys I met on the streets of L.A.

As soon as I open the door, Mindy rushes over.

“Have you heard from Lincoln?” she asks, batting her thick lashes.

“No, I haven’t. Sorry.”

“Shit, I liked him.” She looks heartbroken. Did she and Lincoln go on that date? Did they do more than have coffee? By the look on her face I’m guessing the answer is yes, and I feel bad for her.

“If I do hear from him, I’ll let you know.” I pat her arm.

She looks up. “You looking for Mr. Cruze?”

“Yes, I am.”

She looks around kind of nervously. “Did you want to get something to eat first? The food today is delicious.”

“No thanks. If you can just take me to him, that’d be great. I’ll watch and promise to stay out of the way.”

She coughs, tucks her hands in her jean pockets, and looks away. “Okay. Right this way.”

Tension starts to build in my stomach. What’s her problem?

I don’t have to wonder for long. As soon as I see the bedroom set I know why Mindy is uncomfortable. John told me they were filming this scene today. I’d hoped to miss it, but it looks like they’re setting up and just about to get started.

“Sit here,” she says.

I do. The chair is a ways back and to the right of a camera. I’m in the dark. Frankly, I’m grateful. John is wearing a towel low on his hips. He’s so fucking good looking it should be a crime. I have a flash of my tongue on his abs before I shake it away.

Scarlett has on a sheer robe. It isn’t covering up anything. The bra and panties she’s wearing underneath are easily seen. She and Cruze are talking to the director. He seems to be giving Scarlett some kind of direction.

When he’s finished, Scarlett says, “I know what to do.” She turns away from him and John a moment and I see the terror on her face. Immediately it disappears and she turns back. “John, you better make me look good.”

He pulls her to him. “I will, Scar. No worries.”

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, and then smiles. “It’ll be just like old times.” She smacks him on the ass and then cups it.

I lean forward, beginning to think I understand Scarlett. She uses her body, her clothes, and her attitude toward others as a way of keeping hidden the frightened little girl she really is. I don’t know whether to feel sorry for her or not.

John turns to her. His face is soft. He leans down and whispers something in her ear. She looks afraid a second and then visibly relaxes.

I wonder what he said to her. Does he know about the scared child she’s trying so hard to bury?

“Places!” Nigel yells.

A guy moves in front of them. “Scene twenty-one, take two.” He snaps the clapboard and moves away.

John’s towel is gone, as is Scarlett’s robe. He takes her into his arms and kisses her.

The tension I’ve been feeling builds. I don’t like watching John kiss someone else. I chose him and he chose me, so seeing him stick his tongue in another woman’s mouth makes me sick.

Suddenly I’m thinking of Zane and how he must’ve felt watching me.

Oh my god. I’m awful.

Watching John do with another woman what he did with me is surreal. It almost doesn’t seem real.

When John pushes Scarlett down onto the bed, Nigel yells, “Cut.”

They reposition the cameras for different angles.

I notice my heart is beating rapidly. When we did the scene together John kissed my inner thighs. He’d tongue fucked me. Would he do the same to Scarlett? I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Let’s go,” Nigel yells after they set up.

John kisses Scarlett’s knee. He trails his lips down toward that place between her thighs. Sadly, because I’m directly at John’s back I can’t tell what else he’s doing. But Scarlett moans. Her legs move and she squeezes his head between her knees.

“Cut.” Nigel walks over. “Keep your legs spread apart, Scarlett. You’re messing with the close up camera.”

“Fine,” Scarlett responds.

Nigel grins like a schoolboy as he walks back to his chair. “Let’s go again.”

Someone behind me says, “He’s going to fuck another one. God, he gets more pussy than anyone I know.”

I want to turn around and glare, but I can’t. I don’t want anyone to know who I am. And if they do know, I don’t want them to see the expression on my face, because I’m fucking sure I’m devastated and I don’t want to be.

I obviously have feelings for Zane and I have feelings for Cruze too. I’d gone twenty years without ever getting close to falling in love and now I have all these fucking feelings for two men. Two Johns.

It’s apparent the Universe has a sense of humor and I’m the butt of her very unfunny joke.

Mindy brings me over a bottle of water. “I’m sorry you have to be here for this, Cadence,” she says, looking like someone killed her puppy. “If it’s any consolation, you did a much better job.”

I swallow, grateful for the dark. It makes the lies easier. “It’s no big deal. I get it. They’re acting.”

She laughs nervously. “Exactly.” She starts to walk away and then turns back. “Did you want to get something to eat?”

“Actually, yes. I’m starved.” It’s better if I don’t watch anymore.

Mindy shows me to the catering cart and leaves. I get a plate full of mixed fruit and a chicken salad. I’m not really hungry so I take tiny bites. The food is really good though. While I eat I decide it’s late enough to call Jessica.

“What the fuck, Cade? You know I’m still asleep,” she says into the phone.

I laugh. “Sorry. Just wanted to hear your voice. How are you?”

I hear her move around and know she’s getting comfortable. “Well, let me fucking tell you…”

She goes into a long story about her pimp and how he treats her and the other girls like shit and a bunch of other stuff. I only half listen though and feel terrible.

“…And some guy named Lincoln or Link or something totally kicked his ass—”

“Wait, what was the guy’s name? Lincoln or Link?”

“Shit, Cade, I don’t know. I think it was Lincoln.”

I start to breathe really fast. Was it Zane’s Lincoln? Was Zane a lot closer than I thought he was? Had he stayed in L.A.? I couldn’t help but look around me, at the faces of those sitting at the tables around me. I didn’t see him.

“Did you see the guy? Was he tall? Did he look like a—”

“I didn’t see him. I only heard about what happened. Why?” She’d put a piece of gum in her mouth and was snapping it.

“Nevermind.” I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” She flipped on the TV. I could hear the clapping from a talk show.

I thought about telling her. I needed to talk to someone and she was the closest thing I had to family. “What are you doing tonight?” I asked, hoping we could meet for dinner.

“Vivian is having a party. I’m going. You should come. We’re going to The Play Pen. We’re meeting at seven.”

I glanced at my watch. It sounded like fun, getting together with my friends. I’d missed them.

Cruze sat down across from me. He was wearing a black tee shirt. His short hair was mussed in the front.

“Let me get back to you.”

“Sure.” She hung up.

“Did you fuck her?” I ask, gauging the look on his face.

“No, Cade. Not like you and me.” He reaches out for my hands and I give them to him. He seems innocent enough. “I’m done for today. What did you want to do tonight?”

I think about Jessica’s offer. “Want to go to a party at The Play Pen?”

Cruze gives me a funny look. “Are you serious?”

I nod and a smile spreads over my face. “It could be fun.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. “You’re the coolest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Is that a yes?” I pull him forward and lean across the table.

He kisses me and I taste minty mouthwash. He brushed his teeth and I’m grateful. I have no desire to make out with Scarlett, and she was just in his mouth. I bite his bottom lip.

“Yes.” He moans into my mouth. “That’s a definite yes.”

“Excellent.”

Cadence is so unlike every other woman I’ve ever dated. The fact that she didn’t get pissed off about Scarlett and me and our scene is proof she gets it. I should’ve known. She fucked men for money and never felt anything for them. Of course she gets it. And now she wants to party at a strip club. I’m game if she is.

We go back to the hotel and I quickly shower. I’m so glad she’s with me again. I love having her with me. As soon as we’re inside I go take a shower. I need Scarlett’s parts off me.

I told Cadence I didn’t fuck Scarlett the way I fucked her and that was true. Each woman is different. Also, I have no idea what’s been inside Scarlett’s pussy. Cadence is a prude for protection. I know she’s been careful. With Scarlett, just being in close proximity of her pussy puts me at risk, so I want her scent off me.

For the cameras though, she is my everything and, while I didn’t cock fuck her, I did an excellent dry hump. I made her come, and that’s what’s important. It’s gotta be real—real for the cameras and real for the audience. I don’t want to disappoint them.

I’m just about to get out when Cadence opens the shower door.

“Mind if I join you?” Her long dark hair is pulled up in a bun. She has on barely any makeup and is naked. She’s so fucking beautiful. My cock answers before I do and stands at attention.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” she says with a saucy grin.

I pull her into the hot water and cover her mouth with mine. “Fuck yes,” I say against her mouth. I pull her against me, loving the feel of her hardened nipples against my chest. Her hands make their way down to my cock. Her hands are like those of an extremely talented magician. She knows how to move them without pulling too hard, running her palm the length of my entire shaft. And just when I think I can’t take anymore she kneels down and takes my cock in her mouth. “God, Cade. The things you can do to me.”