âAre you alright love? Should I call your doctor for an appointment?â Everett asked Rebecca when she left the bathroom of the dressing room they now shared at work. He looked at her with concern in his eyes. âI donât know. Iâm nauseous but thereâs no pain. âPerhaps Iâm coming down with something,â Rebecca said, her pale face lacking its usual smile. âThis will pass soon too.â âPerhaps we should secure the appointment now, rather than later. Weâll play it safe and catch whatever it is early. Why donât you go sit down and relax? I know our lunch will arrive at the set soon. Then we can enjoy it and see how youâre feeling.â âThe truth is Iâm a little tired and nauseous. Thatâs it. No headaches, no pain, or weakness. Thereâre no mystery rashes, and my breathing is fine. I canât find even a simple mystery bruise, and no strange bouts of acne. My hair isnât falling out like it was, at least not yet.â âCan we sit and list your exper
âI lost our first baby. Itâs my fault Everett didnât know about it. I didnât tell him because it wouldâve killed him and I feared heâd think I was using it as an excuse to cling to him. If I told him heâd want to know why it happened and then blame me for it. I was too tired from losing the baby that Iâve agreed to almost anything. Mentioning pregnancy, I indeed recall feeling the same way before. Rebecca leaned against the door jamb and gave a heavy sigh. Hopefully, this time yields better results. Canât do it again.â âThen Iâll go call them now and see if I can catch the receptionist before she leaves for lunch. I hope itâs a baby and nothing bad.â Jill left the dressing room and the other to speak between themselves. âA babyâĶâ Rebecca sounded like she was stunned. âOh, good grief. I hope the doctor was correct when he told you I could still have children.â âWeâll find out soon enough.â(SEVEN MONTHS LATER- MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL, LABOR, AND DELIVE
Rebecca Jones sat quietly across from her agent, Ben Steins. âRebecca, please. The producer and several studio board members have expressed their wishes. I canât put this off. Our ratings are falling. We must reach out to Everett Stone; the show needs him. Youâve seen the trending comments. Our viewers want to see Dane return to Bella. Theyâve waited five years for this love story to continue.â Theyâd eaten lunch during their meeting in the commissary of the Black Dawn Production Studios. The crowds in the commissary didnât matter. They werenât speaking about anything sensitive. Rebecca listened to Ben prattle on about Everettâs return and reprising his role as Dane Matthews, her characterâs love interest. Itâd been five years since sheâd seen or spoken to him, not since the fateful night heâd left. Thinking about that night was unbearable. Those thoughts always triggered a cascade of heartbreaking memories. Rebecca struggled with the memories daily still.
Three days later, Rebecca made it to the press conference set. Really, itâs a televised commercial announcing a special to introduce the lineup of shows for the coming season on the studioâs many channels. Of course, with Empire Nights, a long-standing favourite even though the ratings were slowly dipping had a prime spot. Rebecca would be the voice announcing the channelâs new lineup. Viewers will fawn over her beautiful, familiar face between sneak peeks and show explanations. Theyâd filmed interviews with producers and actors alike to round everything out. Rebecca was already dragging herself along. As she passed the craft table and all the foods, she saw she wouldnât be eating there soon. It was a world of hurt waiting for her. Rebecca knew she couldnât afford to lose even a single pound, but eating that would not help her gain anything. âRebecca, there you are. Good news, Everett is here already. Heâs agreed to your requests. However, he passed on the message that he could do n
Everett bumped into his ex-wife, of all people, while he looked for her. She was never this late for work. Heâd concede that she wasnât late in the actual sense. But she was late for her habits. Initially, Everett intended not to speak to Rebecca. Heâd been curious about the offer heâd received to reprise his role as Dane on Empire Nights. Everett felt tempted, but he planned to turn down the offer. But they did not prepare him to encounter her as she was now. Everett wasnât sure what happened. This was not what he expected. Did no one look out for her? He thought she was the rose of the studio. Wouldnât they protect their investment? He hadnât expected to see how far downhill sheâd gone. Everett had heard the rumours sheâd become an addict. Gena ensured he saw the photos of Rebecca at several rehab facilities when the photos appeared in the media. Everett never discovered what her favourite vice was, even though the media speculated about it regularly.
Everett Stone walked onto the set of Empire Nights as if he owned the place. He fulfilled his promise and dropped off a woman at the studio gates, within the paparazziâs view. She was his latest fling to make Gena jealous. It appeared to be a common occurrence, and he was growing weary of it. His thoughts didnât last long on Gena. In fact, they barely focused on her or the fluff and nonsense he left at the gates. Rebecca stood out in his mind lately after seeing her again. Heâd avoided thinking about her for years and how they broke up. Now heâd seen her. His nerves jangled with anxiety. Why hadnât anyone stepped in and made her clean up her act? Everett dreamt last night that heâd hunted down Rebeccaâs latest boyfriend and strangled him for screwing up with her so much. He hadnât seen a face in his dream, but he suspected his mind played tricks on him and that boyfriend was him. So, heâd gone through the early morning hours moody and wanting to b
âI just feel youâre taking a lot of liberties coming back here and demanding things change because youâre back.â Rebecca expressed her feelings directly.Everett smiled at Rebecca. She was jealous and upset he was here. His mere presence got to her. But it bothered him she hadnât touched the muffin.âIf you donât feel thereâs anything wrong with the script, then weâre at an impasse. Letâs run through both scenes and decide which one to remove.âI donât believe we need to. Mr. Stone had a keen eye for whatâs wrong with the writing and I think his solution was flawless. After Dane kisses Bella, Blane follows her to see the end of the kiss. We could write an entire love triangle story arch from this. With the two men competing for Bella.âEverett saw Rebeccaâs eyes close as she tried to keep her temper quiet. She was good with that in public. In private, it was a different situation. She let it blow spectacularly.âNo, I wonât kiss him. That idea is off the table. I canât stand the idea
Rebeccaâs first conscious thought was she should be alone.Why was she so comfortable? She should be in her dressing room bathroom. Sheâd gone in there because her head hurt, and her stomach went with it. Her stomach hurt so much she needed to relieve it of what sheâd eaten.Who was making so much noise? She recognized the voice but couldnât recall the name. She loved the sound of it and knew she always had. Her mind slowly came online, and she realized Everett was there in her dressing room. Why was he there? He shouldnât be there. Rebecca didnât remember him entering her dressing room.Everett had left years ago. She lay there still and listened as her mind tried valiantly to piece together what happened and what currently happened around her. Her memories surfaced about the conference and the plans for his character Dane to return.However, why was he in her dressing room now? The meeting for the read through. Oh god, sheâd embarrassed herself. Sheâd lost her temper at the way he b
âI lost our first baby. Itâs my fault Everett didnât know about it. I didnât tell him because it wouldâve killed him and I feared heâd think I was using it as an excuse to cling to him. If I told him heâd want to know why it happened and then blame me for it. I was too tired from losing the baby that Iâve agreed to almost anything. Mentioning pregnancy, I indeed recall feeling the same way before. Rebecca leaned against the door jamb and gave a heavy sigh. Hopefully, this time yields better results. Canât do it again.â âThen Iâll go call them now and see if I can catch the receptionist before she leaves for lunch. I hope itâs a baby and nothing bad.â Jill left the dressing room and the other to speak between themselves. âA babyâĶâ Rebecca sounded like she was stunned. âOh, good grief. I hope the doctor was correct when he told you I could still have children.â âWeâll find out soon enough.â(SEVEN MONTHS LATER- MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL, LABOR, AND DELIVE
âAre you alright love? Should I call your doctor for an appointment?â Everett asked Rebecca when she left the bathroom of the dressing room they now shared at work. He looked at her with concern in his eyes. âI donât know. Iâm nauseous but thereâs no pain. âPerhaps Iâm coming down with something,â Rebecca said, her pale face lacking its usual smile. âThis will pass soon too.â âPerhaps we should secure the appointment now, rather than later. Weâll play it safe and catch whatever it is early. Why donât you go sit down and relax? I know our lunch will arrive at the set soon. Then we can enjoy it and see how youâre feeling.â âThe truth is Iâm a little tired and nauseous. Thatâs it. No headaches, no pain, or weakness. Thereâre no mystery rashes, and my breathing is fine. I canât find even a simple mystery bruise, and no strange bouts of acne. My hair isnât falling out like it was, at least not yet.â âCan we sit and list your exper
Coming out of the interview with Everett, Josalyn sat down an hour later with the man she knew was her father. Sheâd spent hours researching stories and coming up with questions. The writers added questions to the lists well in advance. The questions went through the Studioâs legal department and her fatherâs legal team went through them as well. It became a lengthy-drawn-out process because of all the legal complications. Everett insisted on staying with her for support and sat in the dark shadows off to the side, away from the cameras, watching everything. Heâd become protective and a little obsessive of Rebecca, but at this point she didnât mind so much. Rebecca still basked in his attention and his attention hadnât become intrusive yet in her eyes. Something had changed and Rebecca knew that. Her father sat there and shifted in his seat. He didnât appear comfortable, and sheâd not hesitate to say he appeared nervous. She attributed it to his pri
(SIX WEEKS AFTER THEIR WEDDING) Everett took a seat beside Rebecca on a sound stage. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. Then his smile changed from the genuine one he gave her to the smile heâs known for when he looked at the interviewer. This was their explanation of events. Legal advice urged them to take a preemptive measure to defend against Genaâs potential slander. âThank you for being here Mr. Stone and Ms. Jones.â Ken Douglas said to them as he settled into his own seat after greeting them. The cameras were rolling and picking up everything. âThank you, Mr. Douglas. But itâs Mrs. Stone now.â Everett said to Ken. He corrected the interviewer before Rebecca could. âOh, Iâm sorry I didnât realize you changed your name.â Ken Douglas looked at his notes, already off kilter with this interview. âItâs a recent development. My wife and I decided it would better reflect our leaving the past in the past.
âMorning, everyone. Thank you for settling down so quickly. Letâs start immediately. Iâm afraid we have had several events in the past few weeks and several rather disturbing events last night.â Surprisingly, the Studio handler, who never attended a meeting like this before, assumed control. He let the comments and surprises fill the room. âItâs with a heavy heart that I must tell everyone that Yuri will not return to the set as he and his driver were found early yesterday morning dead in their cell. The cause of their deaths isnât known, but suicide has not been ruled out yet.âShock spread among everyone, including Josalyn. Though she knew the reputation of Genaâs family and two suicides this early didnât sound right to her. Genaâs family had conflicting feelings about the women in their family. Hurting their own women was one thing, but an outsider doing so was another. Then thereâs the baby. She wondered if they could have killed Yuri not for harming Gena, but for caus
They had two weeks for their honeymoon. Jake promised to arrange for something better later. He wouldnât tell her where theyâd go. It would be a surprise. He believes itâs important to be nearby for her health since her recent injuries stopped her from doing physical activities in a foreign country. If something happened, he didnât trust the medical system of a foreign nation. Jake let her decide if she would show up at the studios without her wig. Itâs odd to see the reaction she received when they arrived at the gate this morning. âWell, here we go.â Jakeâs choice of driver eased their way through security and fans. Theyâd been lying in wait for them. Nunzio and Ben, both warned them that thereâd been clashes between two groups of fans. One group supported their marriage, and a second group opposed it. âYeah, I wonder what theyâll do when they learn we were married before this.â Josalyn asked Jake, âWhat they would make of that?â Their
Jake and Josalyn relaxed and enjoyed their usual activities at the cottage. Without the crowd of friends, of course. This time they werenât window shopping for antiques. They could go through the shops and buy whatever they wanted. Though Jake found Josalyn hesitant to use his money. He couldnât risk lowering his guard. He had to watch her to see what caught her eye and then ensure that he purchased it. These pieces werenât for the cottage, but for their city house. Once they completed the renovations, they needed to refurnish the entire house. They needed everything from the floorboards to the ceiling. They wonât understand everything right away, but they can start. Afterwards, he would hire a professional to finish the space. âJake, over here. Look at this. I love these cabinets; wouldnât they make perfect nightstands for the master bedroom?â âFound a blanket box bench over there. Place it at the bedâs foot. Itâs not just a box but has several dra
The next morning, they ate their breakfast on the back deck overlooking the lake and enjoyed the silence of nature as the sun rose. Josalyn forgot the joy of sitting without worrying about schedules, scripts, or getting through the day. Jakeâs presence was soothing rather than grating on her nerves. She viewed him differently last night, absorbing new information about her long-held experiences. Her fears were unfounded sometimes and in others she found herself exposed to far too much. This time, when she tried to bring up the problems, Jake stood with her, and they formed a consensus. With that consensus came a plan. The planâs activation is uncertain, but it would provide clarity to the public. They agreed not to involve the Studioâs PR handler. Theyâd handle it alone and let the chips fall where they may. She came clean about her finances and today theyâd hand them to Jakeâs familyâs accounting firm and allow them to sort out her debts. Jake wasn
Josalyn lay on their bed at Jakeâs teasing mercy. His hungry gazed followed his hands, and he toyed with her body. Heâd just told her he wanted to see her orgasm before he satisfied himself. Then, without missing a beat, his fingers found her depths and thrust into her core, searching for that spot that would send her spiraling out of control. Her breath became heavy. âI want to share this pleasure with you. Let me touch you, Jake.â âLater. Now focus on what Iâm doing and enjoy it. Breathe and focus. His other hands slid along her inner thighs with gentle caresses that left her thighs shaking and her mind forgetting to breathe. Along with her rich moans, the room filled with the slick sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Josalyn knew he loved to hear what his actions did to her body. âJake, oh god. Please I want to touch you.â âYou know the rules love. I want to start tonight off right. Come on my hand. Show me h