Even Gage seemed to help keep him away from me.
Everything was awkward, which was completely different than our normal days on set. The crew seemed at a loss on how to make things better for everyone. Thank goodness we were a small group today since we were filming out in the public and we were trying not to draw much attention from tourists.
To make matters even worse, the director recast one of the other characters and today was his first day filming. I didn’t know who the replacement actor would be, but I had a sinking feeling I wouldn’t like the decision the director made. It was a kind of karmic balance thing that I was certain would bite me in the ass. Sure enough, my ex-boyfriend Scott had been cast in the role. I groaned as he walked up; being worried had been totally warranted on my part.
Scott and I had a nasty, public breakup about a year and a half ago. He had been the first guy I attempted a relationship with after my divorce, and like most of the men in my life, he ended up cheating on me and lying about it. My track record with men was on a downward spiral to hell.
Scott knew how Aaron had treated me throughout our marriage. He’d heard all about the cheating, the lying, the drinking, and the sleeping around. He heard every sordid detail. Yet when we started dating, he still cheated on me. Deciding not to date after our brief relationship seemed like the most logical thing. I hadn’t even seen Scott since our breakup, but now I got to go running into his arms and act like I was excited to see him.
Could this day get any worse?
He looked just as shocked as I felt when I launched myself into his arms. The director called cut and cursed as he watched Scott put me down, take a step back and run his fingers through his short brown hair. Scott whispered, “I didn’t realize it would be this hard.”
“What did you expect? Working with the girl you completely fucked over can’t be easy, but you took the role knowing you would be here with me.” I took a step back and fisted my hands on my hips, waiting for him to say something.
“Is it going to be an issue working with me, Vi?”
“I can be professional. Can you?”
Scott frowned, but he nodded. I called out to the director to signal that we were ready.
Jax scowled in our direction, obviously upset at our odd interaction. The death stare he sent our way definitely wasn’t acting. His body language said it all; he was jealous. The asshole deserved it. I was still pissed about how he had treated me the night before. My anger was still boiling right below the surface. When he asked me if he was the father of our baby, it was probably the worst thing he could have done.
It was hard, but I pushed those thoughts out of my head, working hard to remain professional. I was already at enough of a disadvantage trying to deal with the Scott situation. We reshot the scene, and the director said everything looked good. Finally he called us in and said he wanted some natural shots of our characters interacting with one another. We had to hang around on the beach and try to act natural without direction for the rest of the morning. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but I was just waiting for this to go horribly wrong.
After we had been there for a while, Scott came over to talk. Stephen walked over to intercept, but I waived him off. This was a conversation I needed to get out of the way. I looked at Scott expectantly, and he looked down at the sand avoiding eye contact. Sighing, I stood up and started to walk away, but he reached out and gently grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Just let me get this out, please. Violet, I’m so fucking sorry. I know those words aren’t enough, but I’ve got to start somewhere. Everything I did to you was fucked up. I knew about everything Aaron did while you were married, and I still treated you awful. And what I did was worse, because you told me how horrible he made you feel. I hated him, but after you told me off
Everything was awkward, which was completely different than our normal days on set. The crew seemed at a loss on how to make things better for everyone. Thank goodness we were a small group today since we were filming out in the public and we were trying not to draw much attention from tourists.
To make matters even worse, the director recast one of the other characters and today was his first day filming. I didn’t know who the replacement actor would be, but I had a sinking feeling I wouldn’t like the decision the director made. It was a kind of karmic balance thing that I was certain would bite me in the ass. Sure enough, my ex-boyfriend Scott had been cast in the role. I groaned as he walked up; being worried had been totally warranted on my part.
Scott and I had a nasty, public breakup about a year and a half ago. He had been the first guy I attempted a relationship with after my divorce, and like most of the men in my life, he ended up cheating on me and lying about it. My track record with men was on a downward spiral to hell.
Scott knew how Aaron had treated me throughout our marriage. He’d heard all about the cheating, the lying, the drinking, and the sleeping around. He heard every sordid detail. Yet when we started dating, he still cheated on me. Deciding not to date after our brief relationship seemed like the most logical thing. I hadn’t even seen Scott since our breakup, but now I got to go running into his arms and act like I was excited to see him.
Could this day get any worse?
He looked just as shocked as I felt when I launched myself into his arms. The director called cut and cursed as he watched Scott put me down, take a step back and run his fingers through his short brown hair. Scott whispered, “I didn’t realize it would be this hard.”
“What did you expect? Working with the girl you completely fucked over can’t be easy, but you took the role knowing you would be here with me.” I took a step back and fisted my hands on my hips, waiting for him to say something.
“Is it going to be an issue working with me, Vi?”
“I can be professional. Can you?”
Scott frowned, but he nodded. I called out to the director to signal that we were ready.
Jax scowled in our direction, obviously upset at our odd interaction. The death stare he sent our way definitely wasn’t acting. His body language said it all; he was jealous. The asshole deserved it. I was still pissed about how he had treated me the night before. My anger was still boiling right below the surface. When he asked me if he was the father of our baby, it was probably the worst thing he could have done.
It was hard, but I pushed those thoughts out of my head, working hard to remain professional. I was already at enough of a disadvantage trying to deal with the Scott situation. We reshot the scene, and the director said everything looked good. Finally he called us in and said he wanted some natural shots of our characters interacting with one another. We had to hang around on the beach and try to act natural without direction for the rest of the morning. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but I was just waiting for this to go horribly wrong.
After we had been there for a while, Scott came over to talk. Stephen walked over to intercept, but I waived him off. This was a conversation I needed to get out of the way. I looked at Scott expectantly, and he looked down at the sand avoiding eye contact. Sighing, I stood up and started to walk away, but he reached out and gently grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Just let me get this out, please. Violet, I’m so fucking sorry. I know those words aren’t enough, but I’ve got to start somewhere. Everything I did to you was fucked up. I knew about everything Aaron did while you were married, and I still treated you awful. And what I did was worse, because you told me how horrible he made you feel. I hated him, but after you told me off
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