To Love Jason Thorn (11 page)

Can I swoon? And maybe take him down
with me so we could do some naughty things?

Smiling through my tears, I took his hand.
As soon as I was on my feet, I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. My
toes were barely touching the floor.

I had worked so hard and for so long on
that book. My heart was in every page of it. My secrets, my dreams, my tears.
It had taken a lot of time for me to be happy with every single sentence that I’d
written.

And now that same book had brought me to
Jason’s arms.

Swallowing, I leaned back and looked
straight into those warm brown eyes. The same eyes I’d stolen glances at across
the dinner table when I was old enough to know I was irrevocably in love with
my brother’s friend. Those same eyes I’d shyly met when he was only a kid.
Those eyes I’d watched on the big screen for years, longing after something I’d
never had, missing something only he could make me feel.

Feeling happier than I’d ever felt in my
life, I smiled. “My story will be on the big screen.”

“It will, little one.” He smiled back, his
dark brown eyes holding my gaze. The day after, I would obsess about how long
he had looked into my eyes, but at that moment…I chose not to question every
unexpected little glance, every extra second of eye contact.

“Thank you so much, Jason. For everything,
thank you so much.”

“I didn’t do anything, sweetheart. This is
all you.”

“The book, yes, but this.” I gestured to
the copy of the contract I would be signing if the studio accepted the changes
we wanted. “This I would’ve screwed up if I had to do it all by myself.”

“We both know that you’d have been
perfectly fine, Olive.”

There was a slight hesitation on his part,
but when he pressed another precious kiss on my forehead, I closed my eyes and held
on to him tighter, certain I would have trouble letting him go this time around.

“Okay guys, we need to make this quick. I’m
going straight to the airport after this is done,” I said as soon as I entered
my publicist’s office. Alvin was right behind me, typing away at his phone at
an inhuman pace. I assumed he was making sure everything was ready for our
arrival in Canada.

“Alvin,” Megan said as she got up from her
seat across from Tom. “You are waiting outside. Close the door behind you.”

After getting a quick confirmation from me,
he was out of the room.

“Okay. Lay it on me. What’s the damage?” I
took my seat in the middle of the leather couch, draped my arms over the back,
and forced my body to relax. This part of my job, talking about my image, my
fuck-ups…this was the part I hated deep in my bones.

Megan gathered some papers from her desk
drawer then took her seat again. They both had equally grim faces.

“What?” I asked when they glanced at each
other, obviously trying to decide who should go first.

A few seconds passed and Tom sighed; any man
would wilt under Megan McDowell’s hard stare. She was the best publicist out
there, the toughest of them all, but that didn’t change the fact that she was
the only woman Tom had a soft spot for.

“Megan got an email this morning and it
changes everything.”

“Explain.”

“Last week, did you have sex with Jennifer
Widner…in that alley, before the paps swarmed you?”

There was no use denying it. If I did, they
couldn’t do the job I paid them to do. So, I didn’t. “Yes. They couldn’t have
gotten any shots though. It was a close call, I’ll give you that.” I checked my
watch. “Anyway, you both saw the pictures from that night. It was implied that
we were having sex, but they didn’t get the shots. You already gave me a
lecture on it, Megan.” I stood up. “If this was just to remind me to behave in
Canada, there’s no need.”

“Sit down, Jason,” Megan ordered in a curt
tone.

Tom was rubbing his forehead; something
serious must have happened for him to show his discomfort so openly. Not much
stressed him any more after working for me from the very start of my career.

“What’s going on here?”

She handed me a piece of paper. It was a
copy of a single email sent to Megan’s email account.

I read the contents of it. Then I read it
again.

“Is this a joke?” I asked, raising my
eyebrows.

“Unfortunately, it isn’t,” Megan replied.
“You’re being blackmailed.”

I looked down at the paper in my hands
again. “For two million dollars?” I balled up the paper and tossed it away.
Leaning forward, I looked straight into Tom’s eyes. “If you’re playing me, if
this is something you two concocted together so I’ll get scared and clean up my
act, you tell me right now, Tom. If I find out later, you won’t be happy.
Neither one of you will.”

Tom’s jaw hardened and I saw his hands form
into tight fists. “You think I would do this to you? On top of everything else,
are you out of your mind too?”

“I’m not stupid, Tom. That alley was empty.
If someone was filming me having sex with Gemma, or whatever the hell her name
is—”

“You don’t even remember her fucking name?”

“I would’ve seen it,” I continued over his
rising tone. “Those paps came out of fucking nowhere
after
we were done.
By the time they got to us, it only looked like we were making out or
something.”

“Obviously someone was there, Jason,” Megan
countered and drew my attention from Tom’s angry face. “What good would it do
us to make it look like someone is blackmailing you? Stop acting like you know
nothing about this industry. Whether it was a pap or some stranger just walking
by, they have you on tape.”

“I’m not paying anyone anything,” I spit
out. “We don’t even know if they have what they say they have.”

“I replied to his email, asking for proof,”
Megan countered. “I’m hoping we’ll hear back today. As you’ve already read
yourself, if you decide not to pay, he’ll sell it to whoever pays the big bucks.
I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to take it off his hands. We will send
cease and desist letters, but once it’s online, you know that whatever you do
it will always be out there, and that will screw your career in a matter of
seconds. At this point, we’re beyond damage control.”

“Is this a new kink?” Tom piped up. “You
have to fuck them out in the open, where anyone can get a free show?”

“Watch it,” I warned him wearily, all the
fight seeping out of me.

Clearly not done with me, he got up from
his seat and started to pace in the expansive room.

“This is the fifth incident this year,” he
said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Only this year, Jason. The first few, we
managed to squash, but if there is a video and you refuse to buy it before it
goes to a tabloid or a news outlet, there is nothing,
absolutely nothing
we can do to sweep it under the rug this time. Do you understand what I’m
telling you?”

Stopping next to me, he continued on his
tirade. “Do you even grasp the fact that you’ve lost two projects? Two very
important projects with some big names, and you lost them because of the constant
negativity in the press. They aren’t talking about the movies you’re making.
And now this? You’re not a useless reality star, Jason. Stop acting like it. If
you were forty, I’d say you were going through a midlife crisis, but you have
no excuse for your recent behavior. None.” He waited for an answer, but I
wasn’t giving one. “What do you think will happen? None of the studio
executives are happy with you. The press junkets you were supposed to do? The
whole European tour for
The Witness
? You are kicked out. They don’t want
you to be the center of attention when you are supposed to be there to promote
their fucking movie. You’ll only go to the opening in London. You’re fucking up
your entire career.”

I said nothing. Up to a point, he was
right. Of course I knew that. I was literally fucking my career away for
nothing and I had no compelling explanation. I wasn’t damaged because my mom
had committed suicide, or because my dad had died from a heart attack while he
was in bed with a highly priced call girl. They didn’t have that kind of a hold
on me. They had been my biological parents and that was the end of it.

“I get it, and you are right, which is why
I gave you my word that I would cool it down.”

“Cool it down?” He laughed. “You’re not
getting it, my friend. Your little Olive’s movie? The one you are surprisingly
excited to be a part of? Forget about it. The second the public sees this video,
the studio will cut you out. I told you they had restrictions. They don’t even want
you to have a relationship while you’re filming and promoting their movie. Do
you think they’ll be okay with having your video out there while they are
getting ready to announce your involvement with the adaptation?”

I sat up straighter. “You told me yourself
they don’t want anyone else. They want me to play Isaac.”

“Yes, Jason.” He nodded and let out a
sarcastic laugh. “That’s exactly what I told you. I’m surprised you were
actually listening to me.”

He lost his smile and gave me a hard look,
waiting for something.

The meaning of what he was trying to tell
me finally sinking in, I sprung up. “She signed the contract, damn it! They
can’t give up on it just because I screwed up. This has nothing to do with
Olive’s book.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But what do they
care? Olive signing the contract means nothing at this point. It is just an
option. You know how these things work; let enough time pass and the rights
will revert to her.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Megan rise
up and get on her computer.

“They only reached out to Olive Taylor
because I told them that I would get you on board. You’ve read the book. I know
you’ve read the book. Think about it for a second. It’s almost as if it was
written for you. Why would they want someone else when you are the perfect fit?”

Turning around, I faced him again. “What
the hell are you talking about?”

“Sometimes you can be so stupid,” he said,
groaning. He approached me as if he was nearing a dangerous animal. “You said
you were childhood friends with Olive, right?”

I nodded curtly. “I practically grew up in
the same house with her. Her brother was my best friend.”

“Yeah, well, I believe her inspiration for
Isaac was you.”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t do drugs, I never did. You know
this. And Genevieve is Isaac’s friend. They never live in the same house. Olive
was…” Even though she had been my friend, I couldn’t quite say it. “Olive was
my friend’s sister. It’s different.”

He rolled his eyes. “So what? She is a
writer. She uses her imagination. That version of you does drugs. This version
of you fucks everything that moves. In public. That version of you is her
friend. This version of you was her brother’s friend. It’s the same fucking
thing! The movie isn’t about drugs. It’s about Isaac and Genevieve. Maybe she
wanted to write a happy ending for the boy she was in love with when she was a
kid. What the hell do I know?” Taking a breath, he lowered his voice. “All I’m
saying is, the execs wanted you because you were perfect for the role:
Hollywood’s troubled boy finally falling in love on the screen. Isaac is a
strong character; he would’ve changed things around for you. Opened up new
venues. I wanted you in this project because it was going to help your image in
the public’s eye if it was done right. You might see it as just another movie,
but the viewers would’ve seen more than that. In the end, they would’ve left
the theater thinking about all the heartache you’d gone through. Finally, they
would’ve seen a different side of you, someone who is capable of love.”

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”

“You think so? Show me one stable
relationship you’ve had in the last few years.”

I ran my hand through my hair and picked up
the pacing where Tom had left off.

“It doesn’t mean I’m not capable of love,
Tom. For Christ’s sake, why are we even talking about this? I’m just not
looking for anything serious, especially not with someone who is in this
industry. And don’t talk to me as if you don’t know my schedule. I don’t have
time for a serious relationship. It isn’t as if I never had any love interests
in the movies I’ve been in.”

“Don’t give me that. You’ve never been in a
relationship with this intensity—on screen. Sleeping with your costar while you
are running away from bullets and bombs doesn’t count.”

Megan waved her hand at us and her voice
stopped whatever Tom was about spew. “I think you guys need to see this.”

I reached her side right after Tom did. There
was a video on the screen. She clicked play.

We were all silent as we watched the forty-second
video.

“That’s it?” I asked once it stopped before
either of them could start up again.

Megan spun in her chair to face me. The
fire in her eyes was visible from that close. “That’s it? That’s what you have
to say?”

“It’s a fucking forty-second video some
creep took with his phone’s camera. What do you want me to say?”

“So,” she started, linking her hands in her
lap. “What you’re saying is, no one will understand that this is you”—she
glanced back at the screen—“clearly fucking Jennifer Widner’s brains out?
Because my eyes are working perfectly fine, Jason, and I can see your hips
pumping into her while her dress is scrunched up around her waist. I can almost
make out your dick going into her.” I winced—not exactly what you want to hear
coming out of your publicist’s mouth. “Or are you telling me you were just dry
humping her out in the alley? Because if you are about to suggest we tell the
media that, I’ll have to inform you that it won’t work because we can clearly
see the condom you are throwing away when you realize there are paps around.
Which is exactly when our little camera man zooms in on your face and then the
fucking CONDOM you
filled
.”

I flinched and got back to my seat without
making any further comment.

“Do we know if there is more to the video
than that?” I heard Tom ask Megan.

“It doesn’t say. Thankfully, there is no
sound.”

“I’m not paying him,” I said from where I
was sitting, interrupting them. I looked away from their blank stares. “I’m
sorry. I won’t do it. He can sell it to whoever he wants. I won’t make him rich.
For all I know, he will just forward it to everyone after he gets his money.”

Tom walked toward me and sat down. “Look,
Jason. This isn’t a joke. This will ruin you. If this had been the only thing,
you would’ve been fine. Hell, we would be laughing about it. But the pictures
with Zoey in your car and everything else before that… They won’t let this one
go that easily, not when they have proof like that.”

Leaning back, I looked at Megan. “You have
the best team in Hollywood. Do something. Hell, find me a good girl to date,
someone to go grocery shopping with at Whole Foods hand in hand every now and
then. Divert their attention from this. Jason Thorn dating someone would be
more of a shocking story than a blurry sex tape,” I added with disgust.