Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 256

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And if you don’t know, HBO makes filthy films that make everyone uncomfortable. Game of Thrones, Euphoria, a whole lineup of shows I respect as an aspiring actress but absolutely side–eye

as a normal human being.

“My relationship is not filthy.” I snap, then drop my eyes back to my lines. I wouldn’t even be sitting

here rehearsing with him if Justin didn’t suggest it, saying it would help me act out the scenes

better. I’m starting to regret taking that advice.

“So…you never really told me how you auditioned for this movie.” He starts again. “You have no rep,

no agent, and I know there was a bit of an insider audition so…spill.”

I don’t look up. “Someone told me about it.”

“Or booked you the role?”

My fingers tighten around the paper. Slowly, I lift my head slowly to his smug face. Does he think

everyone operates the way he does?

“I did a commercial and the director thought I was brilliant.” I tell him. “She recommended me but I still had to audition and I got the role.” I tilt my head. “I heard some people didn’t even audition and their daddy got them in because their daddy produces films.”

His lips twitch for just a second before he forces a smile. “Well, there’s got to be some benefits to producing good films and maybe that’s one of them.” His smirk widens. “Definitely better than breastfeeding a director for a role, which I hear most people do now. Most nobodies.”

I know he’s talking about me. He’s insinuating I slept my way into this role. I know that. But the anger sitting in my chest right now isn’t even about the accusation because I know I didn’t do it. It’s about the word nobody. Because he is not good enough to be sitting across from me and calling me that.

I open my mouth to say something, then stop. My teeth grind together. If I let him get under my skin, he wins. If he sees it’s landed, he’s one point ahead of me and I refuse to give him that.

So I pull in a slow breath and smile.

“Isn’t that a tired stereotype?” I ask, shaking my head lightly. “I don’t think we’re in a position to judge what happens above our pay grade.” I lift the script in my hand. “We should focus on mastering our lines. And yeah, micro expressions.”

Deon mutters something under his breath, but I don’t catch it. And I don’t care to.

I go back to my lines.

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We’re still sitting in silence when the door opens and Tara, one of the makeup artists, pokes her head in. “Hey guys, director moved things up an hour so we need you both in the chair.”

I close my script and stand, tucking it under my arm. Deon does the same but slowly, because

apparently urgency is beneath him.

We follow Tara out into the corridor and that’s when Wyatt appears from around the corner,

walking toward us with quick steps.

“Good day, Mr. Wyatt.” I greet as he stops in front of us.

“Good day.” He looks between me and Deon. “I was actually looking for you two. Come with me for a second. Need to have a quick word.”

We follow him a little ways up the corridor while Tara hangs back, scrolling on her phone.

“So.” Wyatt turns to face us, crossing his arms loosely. “The scene we’re shooting today is important. It’s not your scene per se but the way a scene breathes depends on everyone in it, not just the leads. You two help amplify it and I need it to flow the way I like.”

“We’ve been going over our lines.” I respond.

He nods, glancing at me. “I’ve seen what you can do.” Then he turns to Deon. “And I need you to be a bit expressive with your face. Give me something to work with.”

I press my lips together, fighting a laugh.

Deon notices and his jaw ticks before he responds to Wyatt. “I’ll do

my

best.”

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