Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“If I wanted a baby, I'd just make one with you, not marry one. Understand?”
“Wunwerswand..."
Jilly found herself relaxing against her seat at the memory.
Guy had been so, so cute that time.
And he would surely get cuter with every passing day—
“WE’VE ARRIVED, MRS. de la Rocq,” Guy's driver announced through the intercom.
Jilly mustered up a smile. "Thanks, Darwin." She checked her reflection in the tinted window one last time before stepping out into the organized chaos of a major film production. Trailers lined the street like a small city, cables snaked across the asphalt, and crew members hurried back and forth carrying equipment that probably cost more than her annual salary.
The air buzzed with energy and purpose, voices calling out directions mixing with the distant sound of generators humming and the occasional shout of “Rolling!” from somewhere deeper in the maze of trucks and temporary structures.
And that’s when she saw him.
Jack?
He looked stiff and serious like always, and just as surprised as she was when he saw her walking towards him.
"What are you doing here?"
Jack and Jilly ended up asking the same question at the same time.
"I asked first," Jilly said right away.
"No, you didn't." Jack shook his head with a frown. "Didn't I say you didn't have to worry?"
"I'm not here because I'm worried—" Wait a minute. "This is your part-time job?"
"It pays very well."
"And that actor you talked about—"
Jack allowed himself a smile. "It was going to be my surprise for you."
Guy.
"But now it's no longer a surprise because you're here."
Oh, Jack.
"Well...you're not the only one with surprises."
Jack's gaze narrowed behind his wire-rimmed glasses. "Don't tell me your life update—"
She showed him her ring...and Jilly could only laugh at the way he immediately checked if the diamond sparkling on her finger was real.
"How statistically improbable."
"It's called true love."
"Even less probable."
"Can you just please tell me where Guy's trailer is?"
After giving her the directions, Jack shook his head, saying, "I would have expected him to have better taste."
Jilly shot him a glare over her shoulder. "I heard that!"
"But it doesn't make you love me any less, does it?"
Grrrr.
"You and I are so going to have a talk later on, got that?"
But Jack was already walking away, and although she was this tempted to go after the brat and give him a piece of her mind—
Priorities, Jilly reminded herself.
She was married now, and so of course, her husband was her first priority, and oh good!
Jilly's heart raced as she found the large silver trailer with “GUY DE LA ROCQ” emblazoned on a small placard beside the door. She could feel people looking at her curiously as she climbed up the steps and gave it a knock.
"Guy?"
A part of her was just waiting for someone to tell her she was trespassing or something, but everyone was just looking at her.
How weird.
"Guy?"
She waited another moment before trying the handle, and the door swung open immediately.
Um, okay.
Had her husband changed without her knowing, and he suddenly wasn't that concerned about shielding his privacy?
Jilly stepped inside...and immediately wished she hadn’t.
Women’s heels lay discarded on the floor near the entrance, black stilettos that definitely weren’t hers kicked off carelessly as if their owner had been in a hurry. A silk blouse hung over the back of a chair, and then...
No, no, no.
Her stomach lurched at the scrap of black lace lying discarded on the sofa, and it lurched again when she belatedly noticed the shower running in the background.
No. Please. No.
Cold sweat coated her skin as Jilly stared at the evidence scattered around what was supposed to be her husband’s private space. Her mouth went dry, and every instinct screamed at her to run, to get out before she had to face whatever was happening behind that bathroom door.
But she couldn’t move.
Please, God. Please.
The shower stopped.
The bathroom door opened.
And a woman emerged, giggling and wrapped in nothing but a white towel that barely covered her essentials. Steam followed her out, and she moved with the kind of confident sensuality that spoke of someone completely comfortable in her own skin.
Krista Irvine.
She recognized the other woman right away.
She had to, if she had any self-respect as his fangirl.
Krista was part of Preyer's cast, but that didn't explain why—
The other woman finally noticed Jilly standing by the door. "Oh, hi. Um, do you need anything?"
"Is Guy around?"
"He's in the shower. Are you, like, his older sister or something?"
The words hit Jilly like a punch to the gut, and all she could do was shake her head.
"I'm sorry," she heard herself say stiltedly. "I, um, made a mistake."
She turned and walked away on unsteady legs, forcing herself to move slowly when every fiber of her being wanted to run. She kept walking past trailers and equipment trucks, past crew members who barely glanced at her, past the organized chaos that had seemed so exciting just minutes before.