All Panned Out: A Contemporary Peter Pan Retelling Novella by Briana Michaels

Author:Briana Michaels [Michaels, Briana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Peter

Fucking Wendy. As far as agents go, she’s successful and respected by her peers. Hell, plenty of actors and actresses want her to work with them, but she’s picky and catty and calls all the shots. I used to love that about her when we first started out. But over the past three years, she’s gotten vicious and controlling and I hate it.

I get that I have to go where I’m told. I understand I have little say in the gigs I take on. Being a stuntman means I have a rigorous workout, strict diet, get little sleep, and I must meet high expectations or someone fresher and stronger will come in and take my spot.

When Wendy called in the middle of the night last night, I’d told her I planned to come home tomorrow and that my plane was set to take off at eleven. She didn’t believe me. She was right to make that call. I’m a liar and I’ll say what people want to hear to make them happy. It’s how I’ve survived in L.A. That place changes you, and not always for the good. I wasn’t a liar until I moved there. I wasn’t a lot of despicable things until I moved there.

I should have expected Wendy to call again because she’s a control freak. I know she expects me to catch an earlier flight back just to ease her mind. Especially in the condition she’s in.

Well, fuck her.

If the money wasn’t so good, I’d have fired her ass long ago. Wendy’s too demanding. Which, okay, fine, that’s how she’s made it so far in this business and her demands have landed me killer contracts I’d have never gotten otherwise, but damnit! She pushes my buttons and pulls at the one string she knows will work on me.

I should have continued ignoring her calls just now. I knew it was her just by the incessant ringing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hate Wendy. I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate this town and I hate what’s waiting for me back in L.A.

And when I saw Faye’s face as I tore out of the backroom, I knew I was as good as dead. She probably thinks I’ve played her somehow. I wish she’d let me explain, but I knew she wasn’t going to listen to my excuses. Nor should she have to. Nothing I say or do will matter at this rate.

Wendy’s call popped my bubble. My life isn’t here anymore.

Guilt for letting myself, and Faye, get this far tears me up inside. I had no right to come here acting like this is something it can never actually be. I had no business traipsing back into her life, even for a day or night, just to mess everything up and leave again. I’m an asshole.

A lovesick, fucked up, hands tied, committed and obligated-to-see-things-through asshole.

I leave Faye standing outside her store, start the truck up, and drive away so fast my head spins. My phone dings with a text.

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