Chapter 46
JOSIE
The next week goes by with so much speed - the days all seemingly roll into each other... wake up, eat, movie set, eat, sleep, wake up...
And the entire time I can’t stop thinking about Victor.
I can’t stop thinking about him every. Single. Day.
It’s like he dominates my every waking moment with that charming smile and confident demeanor. That body. That face. That charisma.
I go to set and watch him act every day. I don’t have to, but it’s my choice. Every scene he is in simply lights up to a level beyond just the basics. He’s incredible. There’s a magnetism to him – a sheer sexual power in his presence. God, I’m letting myself get carried away, but it is true. I can’t believe he hasn’t won that award yet - the man is made for the screen, both with his physical looks and also his boundless charisma.
And he still hasn’t won it.
Every night, we sleep together in the same bed. Yep, I still can’t get over that little daily fact. Sometimes I close my eyes and listen to his deep breathing as he sleeps and simply repeat the same thing over and over in my head.
We’re in the same bed. We’re in the same bed.
And... we kissed. That time in front of the paparazzi.
Yeah, that really happened. But I do have to remind myself that it was all just a deception for the cameras. And it somehow worked.
Boy, did it work...
I check online that the photo has gone viral, and it really, really has. Thousands and thousands and thousands of people like, share, and comment on the image of Victor Penmayne and Josie Gunn kissing on a nighttime street. It’s a bigger number than I can get my mind around on, and it makes me happy that I am here in this Italian town far, far, far away from home - at least I have some privacy here and some semblance of anonymity still. I think it would be overwhelming to be back in the States with all this blowing off.
That viral photo... that kiss...
The lines between fake and real become blurry, and I’m beginning to lose the ability to tell which is which.
Surely he must feel something too?
Or maybe he’s just what he’s reputed to be - a playboy. A himbo who’ll fuck anything that moves. Maybe all this fame doesn’t faze him in the slightest. Maybe he just thinks of me as a useful tool to get more clicks and views and audience numbers.
But I know this man. I feel like I’m really starting to know exactly who he is.
Maybe I’m being paranoid.
And he doesn’t come across as some bad boy. He’s more than that. But I’m always reading crap about him online – all his ex-flings and all the stories and rumors and gossip about his lifestyle. All the photos of him ducking out of nightclubs in the early morning and girls following him up to hotel suites for the night.
And they make me doubt everything again.
My paranoia returns. Who is the real Victor?
My head or the reputation...
Who can I believe?