Dahlia's POV
“Cut!”
I ran my hands through my hair once the director finally decided to end the scene.
We had been taking this scene for the past few days and he was still not satisfied with any of the takes.
Personally, it was quite an easy scene, but the director was just a stuck-up motherfucker, so he just made me re-take them because I refused to suck his dick.
I was pretty sure that he had a tiny stump for a dick with his protruding pot belly.
Envisioning him naked would probably send me to the bathroom to puke.
“Thank you guys, that is all for today”
Those were the best words I could have heard all day; my feet ached so much, and actually, my whole body ached.
Being the lead actress in this drama was an offer that I could not refuse; this movie was going to be another milestone in my career.
Instead of the three billboards at Times Square with my pictures, there would be multiple.
I had sacrificed everything, every single thing, to reach where I was, and I was not about to give
