Table Of ContentVengeful Love
~ Sizzling Summer Romance 2
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by Jillian Leeson
www.jillianleeson.blogspot.com
Copyright 2013. All rights
reserved.
Ryan McFarlane was by far the most
infuriating Hollywood star I had ever
worked with. But unfortunately, he was
also by far the most good-looking. His
handsome face, marked by a square jaw,
straight nose, and bright cobalt-blue
eyes, coupled with his smooth, bronzed
muscular body, had the power to make
most women swoon at his feet.
Especially here on this tropical beach in
Fiji, the set of our latest movie, Love At
Last.
I was probably the only woman who
was not least interested in Ryan’s good
looks. Not after he’d snubbed me
without any reason when I first arrived
at the set. And definitely not after he’d
made me look like a fool in front of the
crew when he decided to change his
lines and left me speechless.
So here I was, in the middle of
filming a scene on the beach where Ryan
and I, as the main characters of the
movie, were having an argument. When
we reached the end of the scene, Ryan
took a step towards me and leaned
down, ready to give me what the script
described as a “smoldering kiss”.
“Ryan, kiss me! Ryan!” A pretty
long-haired girl, fourteen or fifteen, in a
low-cut singlet and shorts that left little
to the imagination, was blowing kisses
from behind the beach barricade, egged
on by her gang of friends. The
commotion caused Ryan to stop his line
mid-sentence. He looked away, dazed,
with his mouth still half open.
“For Chrissakes, Ryan, concentrate!”
I shouted, throwing my hat on the sand. I
was so sick of working with him. He
might have reached celebrity status with
his part in the blockbuster Remorse, but
that didn’t excuse him of slacking off.
Ryan glared at me, sneering, “Hey,
you’re not exactly inspiring. You’re
supposed to show that you’re hurt, but
still in love. All you do is bat your
eyelashes once in a while. Is that what
you call acting?”
I was about to give him a piece of my
mind when the director intervened.
“Cut, cut, cut!” Becky came running
towards us, her cheeks flushed with
anger. “There goes yet another scene.
Can you two please stop arguing?
You’re just like a bunch of little kids. I
don’t care if you hate each other, but
leave that behind when we’re filming.
We’re already behind schedule as it is.
You’re actors, for crying out loud. This
is your job. Pretend.”
I stamped my foot on the compact
sand. How could Becky put any of the
blame on me, when it was Ryan who had
slipped up? From the day we started
shooting the movie, it seemed he had
made it his goal to make my life as
difficult as possible. It had resulted in
scene retake after retake, not to mention
explosive arguments between us.
Turning my back to Ryan, I put my
hands on my hips. “For your information,
he’s the one who got distracted by his
raving teenage fans, not me. It’s just
pathetic; he can’t even concentrate on a
few little lines.”
Becky walked towards me. “Calm
down, Kate. Think of the big picture.
Once Love At Last is finished it’s going
to be spectacular, a box office record
breaker, I just know it. And think what it
will do to your career.”
“If it’s up to me, I wouldn’t do any
more scenes with that idiot. I’d rather
—”
Ryan’s chilly voice cut in behind me.
“Who are you calling an idiot? Sounds
to me like a case of the pot calling the
kettle black.”
“I’m not the one who gets off by
screaming underage fans.”
Becky squeezed my hand. “Come on
now. You’ve only got a few more days
to go, then you’ll never have to work
with him again.”
“Oh, let her whine. That’s what she
does every day. She thinks that throwing
those little tantrums makes her look more
of an actress. How else would you know
she’s one?”
Ryan’s mocking voice caused me to
spin around to face him, my eyes
blazing. “You think you’re such a big
shot with those little girls at your feet. I
hate to tell you, pal, but the only thing
you have going for you is your pretty
face.”
To my surprise, Ryan broke out in a
wide smile. “A compliment from Kate. I
like it. Aren’t you lucky that you get to
kiss my pretty face?”
I felt my body tense, and my hands
clenched into fists at my sides. I
desperately searched my brain for a
witty retort, but however much I tried, I
couldn’t think of anything apt to say. So I
turned on my heel and stormed off the
set, chased by Ryan’s deep-rumbled
laughter and applause from his giggling
teenage fans.
Flushed and dizzy from being
humiliated, I opened the door to the
make-up trailer and stepped in.
Thankfully, it was empty as most of the
crew were still at the set. The cooled air
felt wonderfully soothing on my hot eyes
