Childstar 2

“We owe a lot to this movie,” I told her, hugging to me. “Who knows where either of us would be without it? So in honor of Sinners Like Us, let’s fuck like champions.”

She giggled. “When don’t we?”

I loved her more than life itself.

Chapter Nine

Noah

I wasn’t expecting anything when we got to set the next morning. But the moment we entered the casino, the wave of applause confused both Amelia and me. Smiling from ear to ear, the director came over to us.

“If it isn’t the couple the world is talking about,” he said, lifting a magazine cover. There was a photo of Amelia and me making out in front of the Chicago police department, the words “Unconditionally in Love” captioning the picture. It wasn’t just that; apparently the premiere date of Sinner Like Us had been pushed up.

“December?” Amelia noticed too, taking the magazine from me. We were already stressing, trying to get it ready for Valentine’s Day next year.

“Midnight Empire Studios wanted to capitalize on your growing fame. I’m sure your agents will explain more when they are done screening your calls.” He put a hand on my shoulder and one on Amelia’s, saying, “Thank you for proving me right. Today, we will be doing a few interviews for the DVD before filming.”

When he let go, clapping his hands for the rest of the cast and crew, Amelia sighed, turning back to me.

“December?” she repeated again.

“What’s life without a good challenge?” I asked. I honestly didn’t care, as long as I was coming in to work with her every day.

“Mr. Sloan, Ms. London?” The executive producer, So Jim Zhang, stepped in front of us, extending his hand to shake ours. We all knew who he was, yet we had never really crossed paths before now. “I know it wasn’t intentional, nor was it under the best circumstances, but I have a feeling that this movie is about to blow up even beyond our expectations. My assistant will be the one asking you the questions for the DVD.”

“I’d rather count my money after the movie is released,” I replied, shaking his hand.

“We’re ready,” someone called, motioning to the chairs set up right in front of the Russian roulette table.

Amelia lifted the bottom of the long-sleeved backless black gown she wore in order to sit down. A slit on the side opened all the way to her mid thigh, as if being beside her wasn’t already tempting. When she smirked at me, I knew she was aware of what she was doing, and to push me further, she crossed legs. Since we had started filming, I had noticed a change in her: she was bolder, more comfortable with her own sexuality, and it turned me on to no end.

Sinners Like Us was the metamorphosis of Amelia London.

Unbuttoning my jacket, I sat down beside her, lifting my chin for the makeup artist and the hair stylist to finish their final touches. I was tempted to mess up my hair just to screw with them.

“Let’s start with you, Noah, and, Amelia, you answer afterward,” said the man in front us, looking at me. His voice would most likely be cut out in the final version. He was just there to help prompt us to speak.

“What did you first think of when you saw the script?” he asked.

“I thought, ‘I could do this.’ I didn’t even read it. I just remember seeing the title and knowing that if there was anyone in Hollywood fit to play Damon Shaw, it was me…unlike someone,” I coughed, and Amelia smacked my shoulder.

“Hey!” she said, making a face. “When I saw you right before casting, wasn’t I glowing with confidence? It was you who wasn’t sure if I could do it.”

“Touché,” I nodded. “I’ve been proven totally and completely wrong, though.”

“He might be biased, but never mind,” she said, focusing on the camera. “Truthfully, I was intrigued by the movie, but being so well-known as a child actress, I was initially worried about how this would affect my career. The day the cast list went up, I remember reading a petition to have me replaced, and under the worst photo they could possibly find of me were over ten thousand signatures.”

“Jesus, really?” I frowned, not remember hearing anything about that. “I do my best not to Google or read anything with my name on it.”

“Such a smart idea,” she laughed.

“What do you guys actually think of your characters, Damon Shaw and Blair Hawthorne?” the assistant asked.

“They’re fucking crazy,” Amelia answered.

“Are they, though?” I questioned.

Her eyebrow rose as she looked at me. “Scene nine,” she said.