Blockbuster Ch. 2 on fanfiction.online
I was drinking my coffee, praying that it would wake me up. I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted, to be honest. I’d hidden my dark circles with concealer, but I looked drawn.
“Bells! You decent?” Jasper asked, knocking on the adjoining door.
“Give me a second,” I responded, getting up and smoothing my black pant suit. I padded to the door, opening it for Jasper. He was dressed in a grey suit, with a burgundy tie and an easy smile. “You clean up nicely, Hale.”
“I know,” he smirked. “Though, you look like you went twenty rounds with Mike Tyson. Did you sleep at all?”
Jasper couldn’t know about why I was unable to sleep. No one knew. Hell, Seth didn’t even know. He suspected, but he never said anything. “I got a couple hours,” I lied.
“Uh huh, and I’m world-class athlete, competing in the next Olympic games,” Jasper deadpanned.
“Rhythmic gymnastics?” I teased.
“You’re hysterical, Swan. A laugh riot,” he chuckled wryly. He checked his watch. “We probably should go. I’ve already called Liam. He’s waiting for us downstairs. The studio is buying us brunch at the restaurant. Once we’re done, we’re going to come back here so you can get some sleep. You’re safe, Bells.”
I blinked up at him, my eyes swirling. “Jasper …”
“I don’t know your story, but I know you carry the burden of fear on your tiny shoulders,” Jasper said softly, hugging me to his side. “You ready?”
“I need to grab my purse and computer,” I said.
“I’ve got mine and I’ll take notes for us. You focus on the meeting. Anything that we discuss, I’ll share with you once we get back to the hotel, sweet girl,” Jasper grinned. “Shall we?”
I nodded, looping my purse over my arm and leaving the hotel room with Jasper. Riding down the elevator, we walked through the lobby and out to the waiting car. Liam gave us a warm smile, helping me into the backseat of the limo. We arrived at the club and were escorted out to a beautiful outdoor patio at the City Club Los Angeles. The patio was pretty deserted. Only a handful of tables were occupied.
“There’s Laurent and your director, Edward,” Jasper said, giving me a smile and guiding me to a table overlooking the city.
“Ahhh, good morning, Miss Swan and Mr. Hale,” Laurent said, standing up to hold out his hand. I shook it with a grin. “Let me introduce you to Edward Cullen, Academy Award winning director.”
A tall man with reddish-brown hair with blondish highlights, stood up. His skin was lightly tanned and his teeth were incredibly white compared to his complexion. He was wearing a blue suit with a white shirt, unbuttoned. To be honest, he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Swan,” Edward breathed, extending his hand. I pressed my palm to his and I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth. “I was blown away by your book. It was poignant, action-packed and … wow!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cullen,” I replied.
“Call me Edward, please,” he insisted, a smile spreading over his face and he squeezed my hand, warming me further.
“Only if you call me Bella,” I blushed.
“Bella,” he repeated with another squeeze to my hand. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
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