Audition - Southern Belles Part 1 (Erotic Romance Series) by Amanda Heartley

love the old grouchy coot.
    She sat hard back on the couch as Maybell rattled off the details. Annie listened half-heartedly before she realized that Maybell was talking to her. “You’ll come out and see the old coot, won’t you, baby girl? He got one foot with The Lord right now. Bless his heart.”
    Annie shook herself. She was having a hard time thinking, with the news weighing down on her. She let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. I’ve got this big part, and work, and – “. She drifted off. She didn’t know what she was going to do without her grandpa.
    Maybell understood. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, sugar. We’ll take good care of your granddaddy. If you can make it, swell. If not, he’d understand.”
    Annie started crying. Of course he would have understood. He was her grandpa. He loved her like crazy. She didn’t know what she would do without his weekly phone call. Maybell bid her farewell, and Annie sat alone on her couch. She cried for a long time. When her sobs started to slow, she picked up the phone again. There was only one person who could make her feel better, now. She dialed her best friend, Marti, and cried for what felt like forever on the phone. The longer she talked to Marti, the more obvious it became that she needed to fly out to take care of gramps for a little while. There were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of. Her apartment, her car, her job. The part. Dammit! I have to give up what could be the biggest break in my life! Oh, well, there’ll be others, Grandpa is way more important.
    She sighed, leaning onto one arm while she talked things out with Marti. This was the absolute worst timing. Finally, things fall into place for a big part, and she was going to have to leave. “Okay, Marti, go see Gramps for me. I’ve gotta get a few things handled here and I’ll be there Sunday.”
    That night Annie lay awake in bed for a long time, thinking. She couldn’t stop thinking about the fuck fest in Vicktor’s office, or her sweet grandpa. She was completely torn. Vicktor had been so rude – she hated to waste that and get nothing out of it. She wanted the part. Not only that, she was finally guaranteed a part. She had sold out for fame, and now it looked like she was going to have to walk away from it.
    On the other hand, t here was no way that she could not go see her grandpa. She had to go; she had to take care of him. He was there for her when her parents passed and raised her as his own. He taught her how to ride a bike. He taught her how to swim and fish. He was even going to walk her down the aisle whenever she got married.
    She rolled over in bed, scared, angry, and confused. Annie covered her head with her pillow. She screamed as loud as she could into the pillow. Why did everything have to go so wrong?  Sometimes, nothing was fair. Life wasn’t fair.
    She had one more thing to take care of before she went home.
     
    *****

Chapter 11
     
    "Mr. Rossen, Hi, It’s Annabelle, I was wondering if you are busy Saturday. I hear it’s a real special day" she crooned into the telephone.
    “Hello Annabelle, how are you?”
    “I’m fine, how about it? Saturday? Around eight?”
    “ Uhm – sure, and please, call me Vic.”
    “Sure thing….Vic, I’ll pick you up at eight"
    He laughed, “You’re picking me up?"
    “Yes, I am, see you at eight. Bye.” As she hung up the phone, Yes! Her plan was working so far. She made a quick phone call to Bruce and dinner was reserved.
    Saturday came sooner than expected and she found herself walking up to the door of his Hollywood Hills mansion. She didn’t realize casting directors made that kind of money. Maybe famous ones did. His house was huge, immaculate and very intimidating.
    She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She ran her hand down the sequined blue dress, knowing full well she looked like a star. He was not going to be able to say no tonight.
    Opening the door, a wicked grin swept across