Chapter 65
Sebastian
Damage Control
I’d never been harder than in that moment—watching Evie’s eyes light up as Arthur’s dulled.
She was a fucking psycho, and I wanted to take her behind a fake hill and bend her over.
Actually, fuck it.
I stormed across the sound stage and wrapped my hand around Evie’s wrist. I squeezed, causing her to drop her gun. I tossed mine down beside hers.
“Come on,” I growled, dragging her away.
“Where are we going?” She giggled, as if we hadn’t just witnessed someone die. As if it hadn’t been her who’d caused it. I’d watched her hand Arthur that fucking can. She’d put something in it.
“I need to fuck you,” I told her the moment we were out of view from the cast and crew. I pulled her behind a tall wooden backdrop that was shrouded in shadows and pressed my body against hers, making sure she felt the strength of my desire. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
“This makes five.” She giggled again.
I studied her face. Dilated pupils, flushed face, deep, shallow breathing… Apparently, she was just as hot about murdering as I was.
“Fully aware,” I said, spinning her around to face the wall.
I pushed on her back, bending her over. With my other hand, I undid my belt and pants and shoved them down just enough to free my cock.
She threw her arms out, palms hitting the wood.
I shoved her skirt up and her panties aside.
A groan escaped my lips as I slid into her pussy with an ease I hadn’t felt before.
“Fuck, Final Girl. You’re soaked.”
“What can I say?” she moaned. “Something about getting everything I wanted turns me on. I hope you never rest, Arty, you fucking clown.”
“Focus on me, Final Girl,” I snarled and pounded into her. “This is going to be fast.”
She squealed and arched her back. “I’m already halfway there,” she said.
Fuck, she was so tight, so wet, so fucking hot. I leaned down, reaching to play with her clit. I made slow circles, swirling her arousal around her small pleasure button. She panted and gasped and begged for me to go faster, harder, and deeper.
It does this whenever it’s told.
I listened to her orders, performing as she needed, and just as her body seized and began to convulse, my balls tightened and I joined her over the edge, spilling myself inside her. Pulling out and righting our clothes, I took her hand and pulled her away from set.
“Let’s get out of here,” I growled. “I know we said five, but I think I could go again. What about you? Want to make it six?”
She stopped and turned back to the set, where everyone was fawning over the dead executive. She slid me a sly smile. “I’m not opposed.”
My cock sprang back to life, and I gripped her arm, tugging her to me. “Let’s motor.”
She giggled and nodded to the set, where people were still circling Arthur. “Wait. Let me go get my hoodie.”
I WOKE UP to fifty notifications of missed calls, texts, and alerts from the internet.
A quick glance caused my eyes to roll to the ceiling.
Today was going to be a very interesting day.
And not in a good way. I sighed and decided to take my morning slow.
I took the dogs out and walked around my backyard.
I was supposed to host a wrap party tonight, but considering a death on set, plus today’s headlines, I doubted it was safe to do so now.
I paused, still in my boxers, standing at the edge of my pool.
It was my favorite thing about this house—the pool.
I wondered for a moment, if I sold this place and moved in with Evie, could we add a red liner to her heart-shaped pool?
That is, if she wanted me to.
We were still avoiding talking about anything beyond finishing her list, which was now officially just a single name.
Elliott Bradley.
The dogs came back inside, and begrudgingly, I followed them into the house. Only then did I pick my phone up and start the phone calls, clicking on Anderson’s name first.
“Sebastian, holy fuck. Are you—have you—”
“Yes, I’ve seen the news. It’s...”
“A big mess.”
“I was going to say not untrue, but yeah, that too.”
He swore. “We are getting PR in on this. I’m fucking pissed.”
I wanted to be angry. Getting outed as a Hollywood whore wasn’t ideal for getting new roles.
But I was more annoyed than upset. I didn’t really care all that much about my career anymore.
The moment Evie came back into my life, everything changed.
My priorities had shifted from making myself a billionaire and a household name to making Evie mine.
I hadn’t been lying to Evie that night on the boat. If she left Hollywood, then so would I.
“Get showered. I’m gathering a team to come over and fix this. We’ll be there in an hour.”
“What’s there to fix?” I asked, but my agent had already hung up.
My next call was to Evie. She answered, and it was immediately clear that her only concern was my mental health. It soothed me like a hot shower after a brutal workday.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine. This isn’t how I ever planned on the world finding out I’m kind of a slut, but it is what it is. If I lose some fans, then they weren’t really my fans, anyway.”
“Do you want me to come over?”
“Because of this? No. But in general, yes. Always. Evie...” I bit back the urge to bring up what I’d been thinking about near the pool. We could tackle living situations once this was all over. Once Elliott Bradley was dead.
“I’ll be over in a bit.”
I got up, showered, and answered what texts I could with quick replies, assuring my friends who’d seen the news that I was fine.
Evie showed up at the door, and as I was toasting her a bagel, Anderson and the movie’s PR team came running in.
The frantic expressions on their faces were confusing.
I licked the cream cheese off the knife and shook my head.
“I topped some producers, not shot them. Calm down.”
“Sebastian,” Stacey, the leader of the PR team, sighed. “People think you’re gay.”
I did a double take. This was what she was focusing on? “Yeah. Bi is on the list. LGBTQ—B is smack dab in the middle. My sexuality is no secret.”
She shook her head. “But you’re supposed to be dating Evie.”
“So? I can be with whoever I want.”
“Not if you’re also sleeping with all these men!” She slid into a seat. “I spent the last few months building this magical fake relationship to sell this movie, and now the world thinks you’re fucking every male studio executive in Hollywood.”
“So we just explain that I’m not anymore?
” I looked around the kitchen at the concerned team.
“I don’t understand the issue. I’ll be honest with you, Stacey.
This all reeks of homophobia. If you’re really interested in the details, there are plenty of women on the list of people I’ve fucked for work.
I’m not going to hear you out if this is the vibe. ”
She looked at Anderson, who stared at her, nodding. “Sebastian is right. Him sleeping with men isn’t the issue. The issue is that—”
“You used sex to get jobs.” Another team member shook his head.
“My previous agent encouraged me,” I explained, hanging my head lower. My gaze slid over to Evie, who was watching intently. I cringed, heat flooding my face. “I’m not exactly proud of all this.”
Stacey perked up. “Who was your agent? Can we find her? Maybe we can shift all of this to her instead.”
“Good luck,” I snickered.
Evie shot me a look, and I forced myself not to react. “I haven’t spoken to Heather since I fired her.”
The dogs began to bark from the entryway, and we all turned.
“Knock knock. Sorry to intrude. I heard everyone was here trying to put out a fire?” Elliott Bradley came in with a smile and wave. “I’m here to help.”
Stacey and the rest of her team turned and visibly swooned. Their eyes went wide, and gasps and whispers rang out among them. “Hi, Mr. Bradley,” Stacey said.
My jaw ticked at the sight of the bastard in my kitchen. “We don’t need your help,” I said through gritted teeth.
“What if we have Evie break up with you, and then you apologize in some big show and you reunite for the premieres?” Stacey suggested.
“Or I can just apologize for using sex to get work,” I offered instead. When she didn’t even look my way, I snapped, “I’m done with this.”
“All right. I think I’ll take it from here. You can go.” Elliott waved the PR team out.
Stacey shot him a disgruntled look. “With all due respect, sir, I was hired for moments like this. If we work together to strategize, we can—”
“I agree,” I interjected, the attention snapping to me. “I trust that Elliott can help me. You guys go, and we’ll update you on things.”
Elliott nodded his approval and looked at Stacey. “I’ll make sure my assistant brings a couple of signed merchandise baskets to your offices next week.”
The team began to murmur among themselves excitedly, and Stacey gave in, shaking Elliott’s hand and quickly taking her team and leaving.
“You can go too,” I told Anderson.
My agent hesitated but took his exit too, leaving just the three of us.
Once we heard the front door shut, Elliott raised his hands and began a slow clap.
“Congratulations. You’ve made it to the top. Arthur is dead, which I’m sure you saw. They found bleach in his drink. You know, the stuff they put in toilets? You know anything about that, Evelyn?”
We turned to her.
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Those energy drinks have all sorts of things in them. You said so yourself.”
He scowled at Evie, then turned back to me. “Right. Well, I hope you’re happy. Now everyone knows how bruised your knees are. You’ll never get work again. No one’s going to risk taking you on. Either of you.”
“Is that why you came here? To brag and throw your weight around? Revenge porn feels a little lowbrow, even for you.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I came here to warn you—back the fuck off. My friends were stupid and over-confident. If you want a fight, you’re gonna get one. Don’t fuck with me, Shaw.”
“Or what?” I smirked. He didn’t scare me. Nothing short of losing Evie scared me anymore.
He grinned and turned to leave before turning back and repeating the words he’d said to me that day on the studio lot.
“Or this will end in a bloodbath.” He pointed his finger at me and then started toward the front door.
Evie, who’d been mostly quiet this whole time, suddenly bound from her seat. I chased after her and caught her around the middle as she screamed.
“It was you! You’ll pay for murdering Antoinette!” She choked out a sob.
Elliott turned, a slow smirk spreading over his face as he stared at Evie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “And that is no way to speak to your father.”