CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

GINA

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"What are you doing?" Savannah gasps.

"I'm going to shoot you. What the fuck does it look like?"

Christ, I fucking hate her.

How could I have been friends with this cow?

From the moment she did the audition for the first Memories of Us movie, she's turned into a narcissist.

Everything is now about her.

I thought it would be a flop. It wasn't. Then the money started rolling in and she kept every single dollar for herself.

Listen, I know her family were assholes to her growing up. But blood is thicker than water and all that. It's completely unfair she has this much money and stands by watching her mom pay a mortgage.

And her sister struggle with a student debt.

I am now closer to Ivy than Savannah, and both of us agree she is greedy and selfish.

"I never thought she had any talent, but you believed in her. If anyone deserves to share in her riches, you do." Her mom said to me one day when I was over for lunch. "What have you got? Nothing."

It got me thinking.

I laid awake night after night stewing about it as Savannah swanned around America, all over the TV. Every social media page in the fucking universe showed her face.

Then one day, I came up with a plan.

I told her I'd lost my job and sobbed while she consoled me. I felt a little bad for lying.

Okay, no I didn't.

Not when I heard she'd earned twelve million dollars for the first movie, and that doesn't include the franchise shares she'd been offered.

I know that because she told me when she was negotiating the deal.

So it's a lot. More than we expected because the movie was wildly and unexpectedly popular.

They've turned her into a fucking Barbie doll now.

Yet Savannah still hasn't shared a single dollar with her family or her best friend. Me. So when I told Ivy she'd employed me, we were hoping it would help us manipulate her into sharing some of her wealth.

So far I've failed.

Working for her only exacerbated my feelings. I'm now her fucking employee. She bosses me around telling me what to do, but soon after starting I realized I didn't care about the money all that much.

I had met Nick.

Nick Marciano. The Italian stallion...and let me tell you, yes, he is.

The day I was introduced to him, I fell in love. Right there on the spot. I know half of America is in love with him, but I mean real, genuine, romantic love. The way he smiled at me, right into my eyes, I just melted.

It started with flirting, and then he'd lean in and whisper things in my ear when no one was looking.

When we were filming on location, I waited for him to make a more serious move.

To kiss me.

Or invite me to his trailer.

Yes, he flirted with others on the set, but with us, it was different.

I hated watching him act with Savannah, and Nick knew it. He'd pat my bottom between takes and say don't be jealous, I bet you're way better in bed. Like he'd actually fucked her.

I began to get furious, wondering if they had. The media goes on and on about it, driving me insane. Nick refuses to tell me if he has.

Which means he has.

God, I fucking hate her. But I might have forgiven her for sleeping with him. I mean, he's gorgeous, so I don't blame her. That was before he met me, obviously.

Except she went and crossed the line.

Nick finally invited me to his trailer the last night on location. I was waiting for everyone to go to bed when I overheard Savannah talking to him outside.

"Nick, stay away from Gina," she'd said. "Go find someone else to play with."

"Fine. Don't sleep with Gina. Got it."

Why? Why did she have to wreck this for me?

I saw red.

Savannah is the single most selfish cunt in the world, and I decided there and then I was going to destroy her. She's rich and famous—that's what she wanted. Why couldn't she let me have the one thing I wanted?

Nick.

I ended up going to his trailer that night and he tried to get me to leave, but well, I ripped my top off and had no bra on underneath, so he tugged me inside and we made love.

Mostly.

He came on my tits, and I sucked his cock. Then he finger fucked me until I came.

It was amazing.

When he told me we couldn't do it again, I cried. I didn't think it was possible, but I hated her more. I knew he was falling in love with me, but because of what Savannah said to him, he was pushing me away.

I promised myself Nick would be mine and if I had to kill her, I would.

But that seemed extreme.

So I worked on my relationship with Nick. Soon after returning home, the movie wrapped. Nick and I continued to mess around, but he'd never penetrate me. Until he did, I knew he wouldn't fall completely in love with me.

Why? Because of her.

So she left me with no damn option.

I began warning her, leaving notes. Threatening and scaring her.

It was quite fun, just quietly.

Actually, let me backtrack. The first time I tried, I got caught. Fucking George. He found me walking into her office one day and confronted me.

"What are you up to, Gina?" George asked. He was always watching me with a side eye.

"Just dropping off some..." Fuck, I hadn't been prepared to answer any questions. I knew she was with her yoga instructor for the next hour, so I was hoping to just slip inside and leave the note.

"Why are you still here?" George crossed his arms and lifted a brow at me.

I waved the folded note at him. "Just leaving my friend a little note."

I'd fucked up. There was no way he could know it was me. My entire plan was ruined. Unless...I knew I had to make some tough decisions, but it would be worth it when Nick and I were finally married.

"Listen, I just need to go in there. I'll be one minute," I said, pushing past him.

George stepped in front of me and, uncrossing his arms, went all Incredible Hulk on me, filling the doorway.

I feigned fright, pulled out my personal taser, shoving it into his chest, and he crumpled to the floor.

I can't tell you how perfectly this worked out. I was expecting him to be incapacitated while I worked out how to get rid of him.

Instead, he had a fucking heart attack. Right there on the spot.

Talk about good luck.

Well, except it messed up my plans. I had to wait to drop the first threat for another week or so. Leaving the note that day would've raised suspicions. So I simply went into the lounge and curled up with a book.

When Savannah and her yoga instructor came out and found me, we all chatted for a while.

"Just need you to approve these social images," I told Savannah. "Hope it's okay that I waited."

"Of course," she said, sitting down beside me and scrolling on my laptop looking at the Instagram feed I'd laid out.

Meanwhile, George is crossing the rainbow bridge or whatever.

"These look great. Just check with Briar on that blue. I don't think that is the right brand color."

I mentally rolled my eyes.

Briar is the teacher's pet.

"Sure. Okay, I better go. I have a tennis lesson tonight." I leaped up and stuffed my laptop into my bag.

"Thanks, Gina," Savannah said, standing. "Where's George?" she asked, looking around.

I shrugged. "Haven't seen him. Did he go home?"

She'd frowned. "No. We were heading out after my yoga session."

"Sorry, I haven't seen him," I said, then left.

I heard her scream as I was closing the front door.

And smiled.

With George out of the way, I was able to kick off my plan. I'd left three notes with some great threats and figured they were working.

Last week in New York, Nick invited me back to his room after he'd had dinner with Savannah. He was drunk and horny.

For me.

It was everything I could have dreamed of. I finally got to feel his beautiful cock inside me. I told him I loved him, to which he replied, I love your pussy.

So cheeky.

Today I was planning to resign because my life is now going to be with Nick. I spent all weekend dreaming about how this would unfold. How she would finally see us together as a couple and realize I don't need her.

Or her money.

Or job.

Nick said he'd take me to the Golden Globes as his date. Well, sure honey, were his actual words, but he's a man of his word.

I've been so excited.

Some might say cocky. But I deserve this. I've been patient and treated like a slave in this job.

But Savannah, the cunt, has manipulated him once again. This morning she told the team Nick had invited her to be his date at the Golden Globes.

I almost pulled my gun out of my purse right there and fucking then.

What the actual fuck?

She can't have him.

He's mine.

So, I have to kill her.