I went from Hollywood’s heartthrob to their bad boy overnight.
One punch took him from Hollywood’s Golden Boy to Bad Boy Brody.
The media didn’t care he was grieving his brother’s death. They descended on him, but to change his reputation, his manager got him a deal.
Act in an indie film, one that already had Oscar buzz, and he’d get the movie roles he needed to secure his future.
He took the deal.
Yet he wasn’t prepared for the real-life people behind the script.
He wasn’t prepared for the murder the movie was based on.
And he really wasn’t prepared for her, the biggest secret of all.
She was wild. She was beautiful. She defied gravity.
But was she the leading role that would tame him?
An unedited teaser!
Shit. “I know I’m an asshole, but I’m not the cheating kind of asshole.”
“You’re not answering my questions. Is she going to be a problem?”
I looked down and began reading through the bio Gayle had for Jennifer. “No, she won’t be. We parted on good terms, friendly terms.” I stressed the friendly part because it was true. Finishing reading what she had, my grin turned a little cocky. “And I know something you don’t have in here.” I held up the binder. “Jennifer is madly in love with her fiance. The only way she’d look in my direction is if he turned out to be the cheating asshole and she found out about it.” I saw the warning flare up in her eyes. “And no, I wouldn’t touch her even then. You have nothing to worry about me. I will be professional.”
She grinned faintly. “Bad Boy Brody won’t make an appearance?”
I grimaced at the term the media had started calling me. “Bad Boy Brody will only show if I’m locked in my room and drinking on my own, and I don’t have an early call.”
Her lips pressed together again. “We’re in the middle of the mountains. I hope you use this project as a cleansing retreat. All that scenery and mountain air, and shit.”
“I said I’d be professional. I’m not going to turn into a saint.”
“I don’t talk to people.”
“Like ever?”
“As little as I can.” She shook her head. “Talking to people seems pointless to me.”
“I can’t guarantee she’ll stay away from me.”
He turned to stare at me.
All pretenses were gone. I wasn’t backing the fuck down.
She was like watching a masterpiece being painted by a painter.
You knew the outcome would be breathtaking, but you had to sit back and let the painter do his thing.
I understood Morgan in that moment, when she would kick Shiloh into a dead sprint.
She was racing away from the world.
