“Cut,” shouted the director who looked at Bella with more than a hint of frustration. Clearly he wasn’t pleased with her little outburst. “Bree, stay on script,” he urged as she sat up in bed, not particularly caring that she was nude with the exception of panties around her ankles as she glared at me angrily.
“Garrett, we need to break for a second,” Bella urged as everyone on the set looked at her with concern. She waved them off quickly and I heard rumblings from the others around us wondering what her issue was. “I umm… I need to have a quick word with my…with my co-star here. Is that alright?”
“Is something wrong, Bree?”
“No, nothing is wrong. Just… can we have a moment to talk?” Bella looked at me and tried to clear the stunned look off of her face so that she didn’t give herself away. “I think we just need to have a quick conversation to help me get into character.”
“Oh my god, these bitches and their egos. This is porn, not The Kings Speech, Bree. Now, spread your legs and give it up to your vampire stalker. I have better things to do with my time than listen to you bitch about the changes to the scene again.”
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