Falling Star (Beautiful Chaos #2) Read Online Free

a faux pas . “Hah! that’s not very P.C., is it? In America, I mean. Nobody says ‘girl’ anymore, nor ‘actress.’ I’m Continuity.” Cassandra—her cheeks flushed with embarrassment—looked at Narissa for support. “Bye,” she said awkwardly, giving a little wave, and then she skipped off the steps. Bouncy. Jolly. Annoyingly “perky.” I hated her already. Continuity? I wanted her to continue right back to England, and never come back.
    Jake was really named Jason ? It didn’t suit him one bit. Made me aware of how little I really knew him. I gave her a feeble smile, trying not to be a bitch. It wasn’t her fault that she was in my way. Or was it? When had Jake summoned her into his life? Just recently, as Biff seemed to think? Or had Cassandra—Cassie—been around the whole time? When he had me splayed on his couch, his head between my legs, was she already his girlfriend then ? I wondered exactly how and when she’d materialized on the scene. My scene. Where she abso-fucking-lutely did not belong.
    “P.C?” I mumbled.
    “Politically correct,” Narissa said. “I take it she’s the competition?”
    “Competition?”
    “Yes, the girlfriend of the man you like.”
    “Do you mind, Narissa? I think I’m done with our session for now, I’m not feeling so hot. Was up at five, you know. Trials of the job. Can we take a rain check?”
    “You’ll have to face the music sooner or later, Star, and I don’t think this is a good policy of yours, habitually ending our sessions before the allotted time is up.”
    “Oh.”
    “I think we need to talk about your relationship with Jake Wild.”
    I wanted to roll my eyes but stopped myself. This shrink was relentless. “We don’t have a relationship, as such.”
    “You’re living in his home, that’s a relationship, with or without sex.”
    “Tonight’s the last night. I’ll be here in this trailer on location from tomorrow, and then moving back to my own house after we’re done filming there. He’s my director, that’s all.” I could feel my eyes moisten so I turned my head and, wiping away a tear, pretended I was smoothing back a lock of my hair.
    “Then why do I sense such vulnerability when you mention his name?”
    “I’m fine.”
    “What do you want from the relationship? From him?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t know. I guess I want him to—” I broke off. I want him to love me.
    “Is this about control, Star? Or about genuine, heartfelt feelings?”
    “I don’t know,” I said, and it was true. I wasn’t sure. I had always played with men and I couldn’t know if I felt crazy about Jake because he wasn’t falling for me, or if I really wanted him. All I knew was that the possibility of Jake loving another woman was making me feel sick to my stomach. And that every time he walked into a room, my heart rejoiced, and when he smiled at me my body tingled all over, and when he touched me I practically fell apart.
    “Well,” Narissa concluded, looking at her watch, “I guess whatever your feelings are, you’ll have to put them aside because he has a girlfriend.”
    I could feel a surge of fury spike my veins. “Then why are we discussing this?” I snapped. “Why are you trying to wheedle emotions out of me if it’s a lost cause anyway? Do you get a kick out of that?”
    Narissa remained impassive—her icy eyes giving nothing away. “Of course not, Star. I just want you to be aware of your feelings and your motivations, that’s all. And once you understand the root of them, it will help you move on. We’ll speak about all this when you’re back from location. Good luck with filming and don’t do anything bad in the Badlands.”
    I didn’t smile at her lame joke. I just said, “Don’t say good luck.”
    “Why ever not?”
    “Because in my business—in the theatre at least—wishing people good luck is bad luck. You tell them to ‘break a leg.’ Once someone wished me good luck and I fell down some