Free Unforgettable 3 (Hollywood Love Story #3) by Nelle L'Amour Page B

others like Sheldon come on to me. It’s far from glamorous. Being cooped up in a small massage room all day is not my idea of fun. I don’t know how long I’ll last here, but for now it helps make ends meet and has let me continue with my acting classes, which I adore. In addition to learning so much, I’ve met a nice bunch of aspiring young actors like myself. There’s even one guy who I think is kind of cute in a Jonah Hill kind of way and who seems to have a crush on me. His name is Albert. He even asked me out on a date for tonight. And I said yes. Progress.
    A tap at the door brings me back to the present. My next client is here. My last one for the evening—it was a last-minute appointment. Scurrying over to the door, I swing it open. My heart practically stops and my knees wobble. I’m going to vomit.
    “Zoey, this is your next client…Dick Long. He’s booked for a two-hour deep tissue massage,” says my lovely Asian colleague Esther, who, though blind, possesses renowned, magical hands.
    Padding off with taps of her long white cane that can’t drown out my frantic heartbeat, she leaves me alone with him. I can’t get my mouth to move. I’m in a state of shock. All the air has left my lungs. I could possibly swoon.
    It’s Brandon. All six-feet two of his manly perfection. We’re face to face, a strangled breath apart.
    “Hi,” he says softly, fidgeting with the belt of his long white spa robe.
    A painful tangle of emotions assaults me. I blink my eyes several times, not sure if I’m going to burst into tears or explode with anger. Finally, I get my mouth to move and I do the latter.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “Zoey, I had to see you.” He attempts to put his hands on my shoulders, but I hastily shove them away.
    “Don’t you dare touch me.”
    His eyes flutter. He looks taken aback. “I need a massage.”
    “How the hell did you find me?”
    “It wasn’t easy. Your father wouldn’t tell me nor would your brother. But I had a hunch. So I had my new assistant call every spa and massage joint in town. And then I found you.”
    “Then she’s doing a good job.” A sickening feeling fills my chest. I’ve been replaced. I was replaceable. Doormats are a dime a dozen.
    “Actually, she didn’t work out.” His violet eyes burn into mine. “Zoey, I want you back.”
    Tears threaten. “So you can use and abuse me again?”
    “Zoey, I didn’t mean to—”
    “Break my heart?” I hurl the words at him.
    “I’ve come to apologize. I never meant to hurt you.”
    “Oh, it was accidental? Maybe with your amnesia, you forgot people have feelings?”
    “I do have feelings toward you.”
    “You could have fooled me. You’re some actor.”
    “I swear to God, Zoey, I wasn’t acting. Everything I said and did with you was real.”
    My eyes begin to sting. Rage is rising. “You and Katrina are two delusional peas in a pod. You belong together.”
    “I can’t leave her.” He pauses for a sharp breath. “It’s complicated.”
    That word again. A sorry excuse for an explanation.
    “I have no choice. If I don’t marry her on Saturday, she’s threatened to say some horrific things about me to the press that could have dire consequences.”
    My blood boils. His words make me sure that all the things he did to me he’s done to her. “Don’t you have all your submissives sign confidentiality agreements?”
    Brandon’s face darkens. “She’s not my sub. Far from it.”
    “Right, she’s your fiancée. Have you forgotten?” My harsh voice is dripping with sarcasm.
    “Zoey, I swear she means nothing to me. I despise her. It’s only you. I think about you every minute of the day. You’re in my blood. You’re in my dreams. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me.”
    His voice is cracking with emotion. He sounds sincere. And despair is etched on his gorgeous as ever face. I quickly remind myself he’s an actor. A great actor. Don’t fall for his bullshit, I will