Page 41 of Forever Finn
“It’s impossible,” I mutter, but it’s half-hearted, and even I can hear the doubt.
“Just think about it. You spent the last twenty years carrying the guilt over Cody with you, so don’t let Wyatt be another thing you regret. Sometimes you have to take a chance. Okay, he might not feel the same… but what if he does?”
I lean forward and press my lips to hers affectionately.
“Love you,” I whisper.
“Love you too.” She smiles. “We’re family no matter what happens.”
“Do you really think Wyatt might–”
I break off as the door to the room swings open and Simon marches into the suite as if he owns it, slamming the door behind him. “For God’s sake, Finn,” he says coolly. “Stop wallowing and get your ass out of bed and help me clean up the mess you’ve made.”
“Don’t forget you work for him, not the other way around.” Sky glares at him. “Watch your fucking tone.”
“I wouldn’t need to if he hadn’t fucked up so bad,” he says coldly.
“Alright that’s enough you two.” I throw the covers off my body and swing my legs over the side of the bed. “What do you want, Simon?” I ask tiredly.
He reaches in his breast pocket to retrieve something, which he tosses down on the bed. As I glance down, I realise it’s my passport.
“You went to Reed’s?” I scowl, thinking of my asshole manger anywhere near my childhood friend.
“I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to speak to the press,” he says.
“What did you do?” My eyes narrow warily.
“Nothing.” His brow raises slowly as his mouth tightens. “But he had company. The dumb blonde you’ve been fucking didn’t waste any time in trying to cash in.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your little bed buddy.” Simon smirks. “Was straight over to your friend Reed’s house as soon as he realised the press was there. It’s only a matter of time before he sells his story. They all do.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Wyatt’s not like that. He wouldn’t.”
“Don’t fool yourself, Finn, everyone has a price,” he replies.
“Even you?” I say bitterly.
“Who’s looked after you all these years, huh? I knew your dirty secret. I was the one who made sure your little playmates signed NDA’s… without me your career would’ve been over a long time ago.”
“Don’t listen to him, Finn.” Sky climbs off the bed and moves in front of me protectively. “He’s been whispering that crap in your ear for years. You’re better than this… better than him.”
“I protected him,” Simon growls.
“You protected your own interests,” Sky fires back. “Don’t think I don’t know the kind of money you’ve been making off him with his shitty contract and those dumb ass meat head movies you had him making.”
“May I remind you those meat head movies paid for his condo in Malibu among other things.”
“But you didn’t tell him about the lead he was offered inThe Dirt Yard, did you?” Sky’s eyes narrow and Simon’s mouth tightens.
“What?” I ask in surprise.
“I ran into Nicholas Lynwood last week at a party, and he told me that the director had offered you the lead, no audition necessary, but you turned him down.” Sky turns her attention to me. “And it was offered to Nick instead.”
“What?” I gasp again, my gaze shooting to Simon who didn’t even have the good grace to look guilty.
“What? That piece of art house crap, and they were offering you a fraction of what Talbert was offering forWar Games.”