Scripted Love

ess sleep. She groaned, smacking the snooze button before remem

p with a

he really about to work for one of th

her face. "It's just a job," she mutt

wondered if she was m

breakfast, it was already 6:45. She planned to leave

mute fr

are. Traffic was horrendous. Bumper to bumper, horns blaring, pe

ering wheel, glancing

irty minutes. Sh

ate wasn't

ddle of the intersection ahead, br

aned, drumming her fin

zed. A messag

s lateness. Don'

he wasn't alre

reached the studio parki

minu

eathe before grabbing her

udio D

up for the shoot. Olivia had never been on a set before

onitor screens and rushed ov

ed his watc

the sound of laughter and

n, he w

m H

ie star he was. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his smug expression told

rs greeted him, stylists fussed over him, and the

n't even acknowl

nly didn't ac

"Liam, this is Olivia

flickered in her

That w

oper greeting, but Liam had already turned

hed her jaw.

sure he has everything he needs. Coffee, schedule

said th

ssly. He was supposed to be preparing for the shoot, but instead, he

and they hadn't

tep closer. "Um, Mr. Hayes, the shoot wa

went back to his conversat

thinned. She tried

rrupted lazily. "Relax, sweetheart

hed. Did he just c

he ignored it. "I understand, but ev

d sigh, standing up. "Fine

the set as if he wa

ook a de

oing to be

tude, Mor

dragged on

lighting was wrong. The music was bo

p, he dismissed her like she was n

ed his phone, scrolling through messages whil

lenched

y is th

, she let out a breath of reli

e, things had

ffee I

Liam needs his post-shoot

le e

ing table, poured the coffee, and walke

up sl

e she cou

la

l over Liam's

e room we

froze i

stain, his jaw tightening. Th

me?" His voice wa

Olivia stammered

learly trying to contain h

ed over. "

loser to Olivia. "Do you kno

ard. "I.....I c

ugh. "Oh, sweetheart, you d

was

an accident," she snapped. "Maybe if you weren't acting

ell over

d. The crew exchang

d a brow.

e really just s

es, sh

e look on L

s so s