The Irredeemable Billionaire~Muse series by Lexxie Couper

Author:Lexxie Couper [Couper, Lexxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Indulgence; romance, Billionaire, muse, single mother, billionaire hero, second chances, redeemed hero, alpha hero, international setting, Australia
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-11-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

It wasn’t the best premiere he’d had. Sitting in the Opera House’s dark auditorium, surrounded by those in the industry, and those aching to be in the industry, he saw what he hadn’t before when locked up in the editing room with Raph, his numero uno editor.

Samantha and Dave had…issues.

Pacing, for one. Plus, the narrative was all over the shop.

The soundtrack by Levi Levistan was soul-moving, and Chris Huntley was incredible—but then, he always was, that’s why Sebastian demanded he be cast as Dave. But the script just wasn’t giving him anything to really do. And his chemistry with the up-and-coming actress cast as Samantha was…MIA.

Well, fuck.

The credits finally rolled, and as they did, the Opera House’s main hall burst into applause. People rose to their feet.

Sebastian clenched his teeth. He’d been in the industry long enough to expect the adulation at the end of a premiere. He’d also been in it long enough to know it would come regardless of it being deserved.

Right now, it wasn’t deserved.

Samantha and Dave may not be the unmitigated mess some of the earlier reviews proclaimed it to be, but it wasn’t great. It wasn’t amazing.

Ignoring those around him, he turned to Grace. “What did you think?”

Frowning at the last of the credits scrolling up the screen to a haunting ballad recorded by Josh Blackthorne, she nibbled on her thumb.

He ground his teeth again. “Well?”

“I’ve seen better.” She gave him a sideways look. “You’ve made better.”

Fuck.

Swiping at his mouth, he nodded. Trust Grace to tell the truth.

“But, it’s all subjective, right? I mean, I love the movie Hansel and Gretel, and if I remember correctly, it was universally panned.”

“You like Hansel and Gretel?”

She nodded.

“Me, too. An unrecognized masterpiece, in my opinion.”

Her laugh stroked at some of the dark tension brewing within him. Calmed it a little. “Look at that,” she said. “After all these years, we finally have something in common.”

“Finally,” he murmured. “Guess I better stand up and take a bow,” he muttered, cutting the disquieting thought dead. “As unwarranted as it may be.”

“Guess you better.”

He stood, bowed, waved a congratulatory hand at Chris sitting on his left, and encouraged more applause.

Someone handed him a microphone. He gripped it, head roaring. Words came out of his mouth. Words of praise for his cast, his crew. Words of gratitude to the studio CEO who allowed him to make such a passion project. Words of affection for Sydney and Australia for being his home, regardless of how far and wide he traveled and worked.

All the words. The familiar script spoken so often at so many events.

And yet right here, right now, they were just sounds. They weren’t the words he really wanted to say. Deep down, in a place he’d never been before, never knew existed before, he knew they weren’t the words he wanted to say.

He really wanted to say sorry.

He really wanted to say he’d do better next time.

He really wanted to say…he really wanted to say…

I think I love you, Grace. I think I always have.

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