Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,38
Erin in the mirror now as she types away on her phone.
“All done,” Mandy says. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” I get up and walk to the door.
“Here we go.” I get into a golf cart and wait for Erin to get in with me. “One scene and I get to go home and shower. I might even nap.”
“You just took a two-hour nap,” she says from beside me, and I look over.
“Yeah, but I didn’t really sleep last night,” I tell her, and she looks over at me. I pull up to the warehouse and get out. I hold the door open for her, and we come face-to-face with Jennifer.
“There you are, Mr. Johnson. I was just coming to get you,” she says. I just nod at her, and she turns and hurries away.
Ivan’s standing in the same living room set where I filmed this morning. We go over how he wants the scene, and I walk to get into the zone. I’m playing a father whose daughter was kidnapped, and just the thought makes my stomach turn. I never want to have kids, ever, but if I did, I would be the best person I could be for them. I wouldn’t stop searching until my last breath. I try to get the scene in one take, but it takes fifteen, and by the end, I’m emotionally spent. I nod to Ivan when it’s done and look around. Erin is standing on the side with her eyes on her phone. I walk to her, and she looks up, and I see that she has tears in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” I ask her, and she just shakes her head. “Are you hurt?” I grab her by her shoulders and almost shake her. “Did someone say something to you?”
“No,” she says softly. “That scene was crazy good.” I watch as she blinks away tears. Wrapping her in my arms, I just stand here with my chin on her head. After the scene, I was in my head. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I struggled with how it was going to be, but this, with her in my arms and hugging me back, was exactly what I needed. I think the last time I really hugged someone was ten years ago, and we all know how that turned out.
“Are you good?” I whisper, and she nods her head so I let her go but keep my arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I say as we walk toward the door. “Spoiler alert, he finds the daughter and they live happily ever after.”
She pushes away from me. “You are the worst,” she tells me. We hop in the first available golf cart and make our way toward my trailer. She gets her stuff, and I change out of my costume, leaving it on the bed. Opening the door, she is there with her phone in her hand. “Four million likes in two hours.” Her face is beaming as she turns the phone around and shows me. “And four thousand comments.” I walk out the door and wait for her.
“So do they think I'm sexy or not?” I ask her, walking to the waiting town car.
“Sorry.” She smirks. “It’s a no,” she jokes, and now it’s me who pushes her. She throws her head back and laughs. I open the car door for her, and she gets in. When we get to the house, I open the door, and she slowly walks up the steps, and then she stops. “What is all this?” she says, and I stop beside her. I look at the room that has so many flowers it smells like a flower shop. Numerous different bouquets fill the room.
“This is my way of saying I’m sorry, and because I didn’t know which flower you liked, I ordered one of everything,” I tell her, and she walks to a bouquet of roses and leans down and smells it. Her face is glowing. “So I called the shop and ordered everything that I could or, better yet, anything they could get with such short notice.” I look around, and there are roses in white, pink, purple, blue, red, yellow. Daisies, orchids, birds-of-paradise, and tulips. If it’s a flower, it’s in this room.
“This is incredible.” She looks around, and it really is, but it is nothing like her smile. I would do it all over again to see her smile like that. I mean, I don’t mean I’d be