Mr. Hollywood's Secret: A Leading Man Bisexual Romance by Adora Crooks

Mr. Hollywood's Secret: A Leading Man Bisexual Romance by Adora Crooks

Author:Adora Crooks [Crooks, Adora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-13T16:00:00+00:00


31

Chrys

I feel like I’m walking through a dream.

No—scratch that. Last night feels like the dream. An insane, impossible dream.

Because this morning, we’re back to reality.

I’m sitting in the waiting room at a news station, adjusting my dress at my knees, and feeling like I can’t get comfortable in this seat.

Playing the role of Eric’s fiancée feels…different now, somehow.

Before, it was just a part. An acting gig.

Now…I’ve reached into the most intimate parts of his relationship. I’ve seen what he looks like unraveled. I’ve tasted Nico’s kisses and fallen asleep on his chest.

This doesn’t feel like playing house anymore. It feels…

Unsettling.

Like I’m split between multiple realities, and I can’t be sure which one is real.

“Are you sure I’m supposed to be here?” I ask Eric.

He’s sitting beside me, dressed in a dashing grey suit and distracting himself by scrolling through his phone. At the sound of my voice, however, he lifts his head and pockets his phone, giving me his attention.

“My agent scheduled the interview for the both of us. She wants people to see us together.”

“Right, but…” I chew my lip. “What am I supposed to say?”

Eric cups my face in his hand. I freeze at his touch. He puts his thumb to my mouth and unpins my bottom lip from between my teeth as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And, I guess, it is. We’re supposed to be engaged, aren’t we?

“Just relax,” he says. “They want to know about the movie. I’ll do most of the talking.”

An assistant pops her head into our cubicle-like waiting room. “Mr. North? They’re ready for you.”

But he turns to me first and asks, “Ready?”

I nod. “Ready.”

He takes my hand, and the small touch is comforting. We’ve already been through makeup and wardrobe, and now they pin small microphones to our shirts. Eric doesn’t release my hand once, and I let him take the lead. I follow him out of the waiting room, around the set. There’s cheery music playing, and when we step onto the stage, an applause track kicks in, even though there’s no audience in sight—nothing but bright lights and camera eyes pointed at us.

And we’re live.

It’s a morning talk show with two couches in an L shape at the center of the room. The host—and namesake of the show—Mauve stands when we enter. She’s in a bright purple dress with sky-high blonde hair and so much makeup she gives me Effie from The Hunger Games vibes.

She lets out a pitchy squeal when we enter and hugs Eric tight and then gives me a kiss on both cheeks. Eric and I sit on the couch opposite her and settle in.

“First things first,” Mauve says and slaps her hands against her neon tights. “Congratulations to the happy couple!”

“Thanks,” Eric says. He exchanges a smile with me and takes my hand. The moment seems intimate.

“Tell us—are you two enjoying your engagement?”

“I couldn’t be happier,” I say, all smiles. Now that we’re in front of the cameras, I am feeling myself slowly ease into my element.



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