eyes at the timing of the call, he pressed on his screen and put the phone against his ear.
“This better be good, Andrew,” he said, sounding bored and itching to go back to the party.
“Good afternoon to you too,” the person on the other line began. “Just reminding you filming starts next week, so you better be there. I don’t want to find out later on you’re in some exotic country.”
He let out a laugh, deep and throaty and the kind of sound women fawned over.
“That’s an idea right there,” he teased. When he heard a ‘tsk’ from the other line, he stopped the charade and let out a cough. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll show up. Is that all?”
“Speaking of your recent photos…”
Dylan knew what his manager was referring to. It was a series of shots taken by the paparazzi from his recent trip to the Caribbean. He was rubbing sunblock over the back of a female friend who was also in the industry, and of course, the media immediately assumed they were an item.
“You know how the media is,” he began, a number of his friends had gone up to where he was and were prodding him to come down and join the party. “Nothing you have to worry about, Andrew. If that’s it, I’ll go now.”
He didn’t bother to wait for a reply. He pressed the image of the red phone on his screen and put his mobile back in the pockets of his board shorts. He was going to make the most out of today’s party and had already planned to move the festivities from the yacht to his Hollywood mansion later on in the night. Next week, he was back to work, and both dread and excitement filled him.
He was cast alongside Cassie Summers – one of the best actresses of their generation. They hadn’t been introduced to one another, but he had seen her in person during premieres and parties. She was attractive at first glance, and that was an understatement. She was gorgeous, and it wasn’t because of her strawberry blonde hair and striking green eyes. She had the hourglass figure of a woman, full and toned and so very unlike the waif-thin physique so common in Hollywood.
He shook his head, trying not to think about Cassie Summers. She was physically gifted alright, but based from her interviews, her personality left something to be desired. She sounded too serious, and as an actress, was considered a very private person. She sounded boring to put it simply.
When he got down to the lowermost deck, his friends immediately crowded around him and passed him shot after shot. He was going to enjoy the rest of the day before he had to go back to reality and start working next week.
Cassie Summers walked into the first day of filming with her bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The moment she stepped foot in the set, Ben Nichols, the director, was there to greet her. He jumped out of his seat, walked over to her, and took her hand for a quick yet firm handshake.
“Hope you have enough coffee in your system,” he greeted, his voice light and teasing. “It’s going to be a long day.”
“I’m more than ready,” replied Cassie before Ben steered her over to where the rest of the crew members were.
Ben introduced her to the rest of the group, from the production team to the lighting and costume designers. When Ben called out the name ‘Nina’ from the small crowd, a petite Asian woman with long, black hair walked to the front and tipped her head into a nod.
“Cassie, this is Nina. She’ll be your PA,” Ben began. “If you need anything, she’ll be your go-to.”
“Great,” Cassie then said in reply. “Nice to meet you, Nina.”
“Likewise,” said the other woman, smile in place.
When all the introductions were done, Nina led the way to Cassie’s trailer. Once inside, Cassie saw a folder lying on the couch, and when she flipped it open, the script inside fell onto her lap. She placed the stack on the small coffee table before
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