Hollywood Lover

By M.C. Cerny

One Epic Love Story.
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Hollywood was a place of glitz, glamour, and ginormous... egos. The Paparazzi were relentless and rumors ran wild. 

Elliot Marlowe needed a personal assistant to oversee his life. What he got was a pain in the ass he couldn't live without. 

A sexy short story told in the hills of Hollywood.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.C. Cerny
• Release date: Apr 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386192077

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Hollywood Lover

Hollywood Lover

M.C. Cerny

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Hollywood Lover

1. Thea

2. Elliot

3. Thea

4. Elliot

5. Thea

6. Elliot

7. Thea

8. Elliot

9. Thea

10. Elliot

Epilogue

Excerpt from Love Under Construction

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Acknowledgments

Copyright

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Hollywood Lover

One Epic Love Story.

Hollywood was a place of glitz, glamour, and ginormous... egos. The Paparazzi were relentless and rumors ran wild.

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Elliot Marlowe needed a personal assistant to oversee his life. What he got was a pain in the ass he couldn’t live without.

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A sexy short story told in the hills of Hollywood.

Inspired by my online Wifey and her Hubby. Everyone deserves a happily ever after.

1

Thea

The eviction notice taped to my door was crumpled and peppered with the remnants of greasy fingertips. The lock box covering the doorknob prevented me from opening my humble hovel which had seen better days, but then, so had I.

The dried salt and sweat itched against my neck from the early morning surf making me wish I’d taken more with me on my jaunt. I couldn’t escape the addictive lure of the waves. that called to me when I needed a jolt to my creative juices. As it stood, I’d be lucky to get anything out of the apartment despite the warnings from my landlord.

I peeled the notice down wishing I had a tissue or hand sanitizer to kill whatever was sticking to my fingers. This might have been amusing if this wasn’t slowly becoming the norm like eating stale Chinese takeout. That was something cheap college students did to save money, not grown ass adults who hadn’t seen the inside of a classroom in the past five years.

No thanks.

Luckily everything that was important I kept on my person no matter where I ventured. A little life lesson when an ex-boyfriend made off with my rent and half of my shitty furniture that one terrible winter I lived in Dallas, TX. No offense Dallas, but for a place that was supposed to be dry and hot, it was nothing but a season of cold rain and ice.

I learned to carry my backpack daily and stored a bunch of clothes and important documents in a plastic tub in my sister’s garage behind the set of lawn equipment her husband never used. My surfboard was locked up at the surf shop down at the beach for a monthly rental fee I scraped together.

However, my MacBook was the coup de gras and I kept that secured in a locker at my part time cafe job with my documents floating in the Cloud. I was equal parts wanderer and leper leaving bits of myself everywhere I went while collecting the gems that made life sparkle.

Our parents didn’t understand my wanderlust or my dream to write a screenplay professionally. My sister married a dick following her college graduation and got knocked up shortly after starring in her own version of Mary Poppins.

It was her husband who refused to let me couch surf after I overstayed my welcome last summer. Sabine was my only true supporter and it was her I texted when I got into jams like this. I knew she’d be in the pick up line at my nephew’s school, but she never ignored a message from me.

Hey sis - it’s your favorite deadbeat.

I waited for those grey dots to pepper the screen while biting my thumb nail.

—You’re my only deadbeat. What’s up?

It was cute how well Sabine knew me and my predicaments.

Evicted.

—Again?

It was hard to not hear her sigh through the phone expressing her exasperation with me. It came from a place of pure love and being five years my senior. She wouldn’t tell me I should know better, though we both knew that was true.

Yup. Look, I know douche canoe said I can’t stay, but do you know where I could regroup for a few days?

—Stop calling him a douche canoe.

At least my sister had her loyalties even if I didn’t agree with her choice in husbands.

If it floats like one…

—Thea…

Sabine could have been part she-wolf the way I imagined her snarling at me.

Alright. Seriously though, I really jammed myself up again and you know how mom and dad get.

Our parents loved to pull the I told you so routine and throw the wasted scholarship I flunked out on in my face. Meaningless college classes weren’t for me when the waves called and my fingers tapped computer keys to a different drum.

—Hang on.

I waited for Sabine to get back to me, my stomach churned in a knot.

—Do you have a job right now?

Of course she’d want to know I was gainfully employed and I didn’t want to