Encore (Famous #4) Read Online Eden Finley

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Famous Series by Eden Finley
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“Damn,” he says, or at least I think he does. He leans in to talk louder. “My friends are leaving. We’re going to Cheap Trick a few blocks away. Come find me.” He kisses me on the cheek and runs off to join his friends.

When I turn to Jordan, he’s trying to contain his laughter.

He still has his arms around me. “Wow, when you go all in, you really go all in.”

I suck on my lips, still tasting the other guy. “It was … interesting.”

“It was hot.”

I grind my hip against his erection. “Evidently.”

Jordan pushes my hips away from him. “I’m definitely going to have to go home to Ben now to take care of that.”

“Blake Monroe, giving people a reason to go have sex for over a decade.” I mock salute him.

“You get enough research done? I’ll drop you home on my way.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Making out with a random guy kind of works, but I can’t say it was some life-defining moment for me. It helped me find my groove, made me overthink less, and anytime I was unsure, I thought of that guy’s mouth on mine.

For a solid two weeks of shooting, I’m not yelled at, Ben hasn’t sighed the word “Cut” in a condescending manner, and coming to work has actually been fun.

But in between takes, I can tell something’s up with Jordan. I admire his professionalism and envy how he can switch in and out of character in the blink of an eye.

Ever since our visit to the nightclub, though, he’s been kind of distant. Hell, maybe I’m not doing better and he’s just doing worse. Ben has snapped at him a couple of times, earning a scowl from Jordan, but they both get on with the job right after.

When a break is called to set up the next shot, one I haven’t let myself think about until now, I corner Jordan near the craft services table.

“Hey.”

He acknowledges me with a small nod.

“Are you okay?”

He smiles, but I can tell it’s forced. “Are you? Ready to pucker up? Ooh, they have garlic-stuffed cheese balls. That’ll make my breath nice and ripe for our next scene.”

“You wouldn’t …”

“No, I wouldn’t. Though I have heard of actors who do that. Like, what the fuck, man? Show your co-stars some respect.”

Yep. We’re at the first kissing and blowjob scene. And I’m terrified I’m going to screw it all up like I did the first few days on set. But right now, I think we have bigger problems.

“And you’re sure you’re okay?” I ask Jordan.

His gaze finds Ben. “Yeah, yeah. All good. Nothing to do with us.”

“Nothing to do with you and Ben?”

Jordan shakes his head. “No, you and me. We’re cool, right? I think we’ve hit our stride since we went out.”

“Definitely. I’m much more comfortable in my skin … or Madden’s skin.”

“That sounds a little psycho-killer.”

I shove him. “I mean, you were right that I was letting the pressure get to me, and I don’t know, I feel freer? If that makes sense.” It probably doesn’t. But being able to let my guard down with that guy in the club, it was thrilling to not care about the mundane stuff celebrities have to think about every day.

Image.

Persona.

Everyone’s perceptions of us.

Jordan’s distracted. He looks at Ben again, then steps forward into my space. “You know how I went straight to Ben’s afterward? When I pulled up to his house, a production assistant was coming out the front door. I asked Ben about it, but he said the guy was dropping off a last-minute script change for approval.”

I try not to wince because that does sound suspicious, but it could also be nothing. “Sounds legit. It seems every day they’re messing with the lines and making me memorize more. My poor brain.”

Jordan relents. “You’re right. It makes sense. I just …”

“What’s going on?”

“Well, he didn’t feel like having sex. He blew me, but—uh, sorry, TMI. Ignore me. I’m being paranoid for no reason.”

I can’t say I’ve ever experienced what he’s going through because all of my relationships have been temporary. Actually, you probably can’t even call them relationships at all. I have no idea what it’s like to not trust someone because I’ve never counted on anyone to pull through for me.

I do remember when Mason was cheated on by his first-ever girlfriend after we became famous, though. That wrecked him.

“He’s the one who wanted exclusivity, right?” I point out. “That’s what you said.”

“Exactly. That’s why it’s stupid of me to think any different. I should stop reading into the distance he’s putting between us since then too?”

“Umm, for the sake of the movie … maybe?”

“You’re right. You’re totally right. Okay, let’s do this. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready. I think. Pretty sure.”

Jordan cocks his head. “You’re not overthinking again, are you?”


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