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“That's an arrogant son of a bitch, but he can act. The two of you definitely have chemistry and he is the best Damian I've seen thus far. What do you think?” William asked, making Tyler feel uncomfortable for some reason.

“He's good, but we still have one other actor to audition. Let's see what happens before speculating any further.”

“Speaking of audition, here comes Mr. Jackson now,” William blurted out as he walked toward superstar number two, Andre Jackson.

 

Andre always believed that Chantal was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, until he laid eyes on Tyler Blake. She was the epitome of beauty, sexiness, and innocence all in one. Her entire face and body glowed. As William and Tyler walked toward him, his heart actually started beating faster; it was love at first sight. Andre never believed in that until that very moment.

“Tyler, this is Andre Jackson,” William said, introducing the two.

“Hi, it's a pleasure. I love your music and your clothes,” Tyler said, feeling herself go red in the face.

“The pleasure is all mine. I hear you're the new It Girl of Hollywood. Congratulations, that's big!”

“Yeah, and a little overrated. We won't know exactly what I'll be until this movie is complete and the box office receipts are counted.”

“You have to excuse Tyler; she's a bit insecure about her overnight success. I have no doubt this movie will do great things for her career and the audience will embrace her as the new hot young leading lady.”

“William, you're embarrassing me.”

“No need to be embarrassed, I'm putting my money on William Donovan. Being the mega-star he is, I'm sure he can spot another one in the making,” Andre chimed in.

“Well, enough of this small talk, let's get down to work. Are you ready, Andre?” William commanded, back in business mode.

“As much as I'll ever be.”

“Okay, give me a few minutes and we'll be ready to rumble,” William said jokingly as he walked off. “Don't be nervous; just treat it as if you're having a confrontation with your girlfriend.”

“Actually I'm single,” Andre said, wanting Tyler to know that he was very much available.

“Okay, then
ex-girlfriend.”

“That will work,” Andre agreed.

Andre Jackson completed his scene with the same ease as T-Roc. They both exuded a confidence and street edge that brought the character of Damian to life and gave him creditability. It also complemented the vulnerable but complex character of Angel. The decision of who should play the part was literally a toss-up. Either one of them could fill the shoes and do a magnificent job. After Andre left, it was up to Tyler and William to discuss who should be cast in the role of Damian.

“Tyler, what do you think? Both of them are excellent. It really comes down to who you feel most comfortable with.”

“Me? You're saying the decision is mine?”

“As a director I could work with either one of them. You had chemistry with both and their name value is equal. You're the one that will be working with them on an everyday basis for the next few months. So only you know who can bring out the most from your character Angel.”

“I have to think this over—this is a huge decision. You're asking me to decide the fate of two men's acting careers.”

“Well, you don't have much time; I need to know tomorrow morning. Go home get some rest and we'll talk in the a.m.” William kissed Tyler on her forehead and headed out. The thought of deciding between T-Roc and Andre was enough to make her decide to stop at the liquor store on the way home for a bottle of champagne and at her favorite bakery for two pieces of cake that gave Magnolia a run for their money.

 

“Girl, have you spoken to Andre?” Shari asked Chantal as they sat outside by the pool on a beautiful spring day.

“Not since he left for LA a few days ago.”

“What, he had to handle some business there?”

“I don't know,” Chantal said with a huff. “Andre doesn't really discuss things like that with me, but I have a feeling it has to do with him trying to break into the movies. I think Andre doesn't want to share his ambitions for being a movie star with me because if he doesn't catch his big break, he doesn't want to come off as a failure.”

“Girl, if Andre became the next Denzel Washington that would be incredible. I could see you on E! getting interviewed by Joan Rivers as you walk down the red carpet.”

“Um, I heard Joan Rivers isn't doing that anymore. I believe she switched to the TV Guide Channel.”

“Stop it! E! isn't E! without Ms. Rivers. They can keep the daughter, but the mama is fierce.”

“Yeah, but I'm sure someone can catch us coming down the red carpet in all my glory,” Chantal bragged.

“Well, you better get your shit back tight with Andre or you won't be walking down any red carpet.”

“So, you think? I'm trying to work my shit out like Tyler Blake so I won't need Andre at all but for my monthly child support check.”

“Bitch, please. You pop all that shit about having a career as an actress, but your lazy ass don't even like to get out of bed before two in the afternoon. How the fuck are you going to be an actress if you not willing to show up on time to the set?”

“Shit, for the type of money they pay I'll pop me some uppers and stay the fuck up.”

“You know how this game work; they not hitting you off with no real paper when you first get started. You are going to be an extra on the set, sitting around damn near all day and night barely making enough money to buy yourself a decent meal. You remember how whack that shit was when you did those video shoots. Them directors wasn't trying to pay them chicks no money. Most of the tricks were so happy to be there, scheming on a permanent sponsor that they were more than happy to take a couple dollars.”

“Hold up, that was never me. I came on the video scene clocking real paper from them directors.”

“Yeah, because you were fucking them.” Chantal and Shari both burst out laughing.

“You do have a point there. I guess that's what I have to do to skip all that struggling in the movie business, too. Hell, I'd deep throat a powerful director for a coveted leading lady role.”

“On the real, you would give up your dreams of being Mrs. Andre Jackson if you had the chance to be a movie star?” Shari asked, already knowing the answer.

“You my girl so I'm not going to even front. I could give a damn about being a movie star if I marry Andre. I would love to be a Hollywood
wife. I much rather be a slave to one super-rich man than to have to lie on my back for a slew of them. Been there done that, and quite honestly my back is wore the fuck out. I'll leave all that hard work to Tyler Blake. Let her keep working her shit out while I luxuriate on my man's dime.”

“Ain't that bitch working her shit out though? Did you see her in the new Revlon ad? She's trying to be the next Halle Berry.”

“Yeah, she is definitely doing her thing. I saw her at William Donovan's party in Malibu looking incredible. I believe they're doing the tango in the bedroom because he was all into her.”

“I wouldn't be surprised with his fine ass. I don't know how that wife of his ever landed him. She look like his mama.”

“Well, you know how that go. She was taking care of him when he didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Marrying her was his way of saying thank you. Hell, he still able to get prime pussy from bad-ass bitches and keep the little woman at home with the kids.”

“Yeah, at least she got him to marry her unlike the rest of us bitches who spend the next twenty years being baby mamas. Things have definitely changed.” Shari sighed.

“You ain't never lied. The best you can hope for is a baby daddy with some long paper who is willing to take care of his child. These men today act like they petrified to walk down the aisle. It's too many young cats that are making millions. The thought of settling down with one bitch is out of the question. Then when your shit is super tight like Halle Berry who has looks, fame and money they be so intimidated they try to dog you out to bolster their ego. You can't win for losing. I'm starting to believe men only want to marry women that have the qualities of being a doormat, and like to keep their dime pieces on the side,” Chantal reasoned.

“Girl, you're depressing me. Maybe I need to throw on a prairie skirt and some bifocals to land me a husband. Then once he's mine, take his credit card and go to New York and tear Fifth
Avenue up. He gon be like, ‘Where my wife at?' all while I'm flossing in the Big Apple.”

“Shari, you are crazy, but I feel you. I don't know what these men are looking for in a wife. Hell, I'm still trying to figure out how goofy looking La La landed Carmelo Anthony.”

“La La, who's that?” Shari asked puzzled.

“You know that MTV vj—you didn't hear about her engagement to Carmelo Anthony?”

“Bitch, stop playing. You really think he's going to marry that chick?”

“I don't know, but he's young and dumb. A bitch definitely ain't turned him out yet so she might make it down that aisle. If I would've met Andre when he was twenty and still wet behind the ears we would definitely be married and probably working on baby number four by now.”

“Honestly, Chantal, do you think Andre was ever wet behind the ears? I think he came out his mama's womb prowling for pussy.”

“Girl, I wouldn't be surprised,” Chantal laughed. “Shit, I came out sniffing for that money. Let's stop thinking about a husband for a minute and go to the club tonight and shake our asses.”

“That's what I'm talking ‘bout. I had so much fun at Chris's party a few weeks ago. We hadn't hung out like that in a minute. I'm definitely up to doing it again,” Shari squealed as she and Chantal did their pinkie shake.

 

After gulping down half the bottle of champagne and devouring both pieces of cake, Tyler was no closer to making her decision about who should play Damian. Both men were actually incredible and could dominate the role. Part of her wanted to automatically reject T-Roc because she remembered promising her ex-boyfriend Ian that she would stay away from his cousin since he was partly
responsible for Ian throwing her down the stairs, which in turn caused her to lose the baby. Making the reckless decision to date two cousins was a mistake that still troubled Tyler. After Ian learned of her deception Tyler felt responsible for the aftermath, but resented T-Roc even more since he was the one who revealed their brief affair. Tyler knew T-Roc did it to be spiteful because his ego couldn't believe that she chose his cousin over him. T-Roc's ultimate payback had changed the course of all three of their lives forever. But Ian was now married with a child and had moved on; there was no real reason to keep that promise. But Tyler couldn't help but bear in mind how deceitful and conniving T-Roc could be and she doubted he had changed. She questioned if it was fair to let their past relationship stand in the way of him getting his dream role. Tyler decided that it wouldn't be. T-Roc deserved the opportunity to break in to acting just as much as she did.
Fair is fair,
Tyler said to herself falling asleep.

When she closed her eyes and went to sleep all she dreamed of was Andre making passionate love to her. She hadn't realized that he'd left such a lasting effect on her. She had no choice but to choose him for the part because she couldn't take the chance of not seeing him again.

First thing in the morning Tyler headed to William's office to give him her decision. After her dream last night she was a hundred percent sure that she was making the right choice. As Tyler was entering the building she ran smack into William.

“Talk about right on time,” William teased.

Tyler laughed before saying, “I don't believe in coincidences; I believe you're stalking me.” William gave Tyler his movie-star grin before grabbing her hand as they headed to the elevator. As William and Tyler stood in the elevator she couldn't help but think that this was the first time since meeting William that she was actually dreaming about another man. Tyler had gotten so caught up in William that she was sure he was the one, even though he was married. Now she started feeling that he wasn't and an over-whelming
sense of guilt flooded her. The only reason she carried on an affair with a married man was because she knew they belonged together, but the knowledge that he wasn't divorced made what they were doing repulsive. She felt it was definitely time for her to do some serious soul searching.

“So Tyler, who is going to play Damian? T-Roc or Andre Jackson?” William asked as soon as they reached his office. He was anxious to get his movie project moving forward.

“I struggled with my decision all last night, but I came to the conclusion that Andre Jackson is the right man for the part,” Tyler proclaimed.

“Excellent choice. I thought you were leaning towards T-Roc, but I'm glad you decided on Andre. He seems a little more grounded than T-Roc. Well, I better put the call in to Craig Silverman and get this movie in motion,” William said with great enthusiasm.

While Tyler sat in the chair watching William place the phone call, she couldn't help but surmise that William wouldn't be so excited if he knew the reason behind her decision. Tyler couldn't stop thinking about Andre.

“I just got off the phone with Craig. It's a done deal. Our lawyers are sending over the paperwork and once Andre Jackson signs them, we start shooting. Tyler, I have an excellent feeling about this. You definitely made the right choice!” Tyler couldn't help but feel she made the right choice, too.

 

“Oh baby, I'm about to cum,” Arisa screamed out as Andre pounded her from the back. He began to feel a little disgusted for some odd reason. When he finally busted a nut, he immediately pulled out and took off his condom and walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Andre turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his perfectly chiseled coffee-colored face. As he stared in the mirror he felt like a loser because he had settled and fucked Arisa instead of being with the woman who had been on his mind
for the last couple of days. The whole time he was fucking Arisa he wished that he was making love to Tyler. She was just the type of woman that he wanted to have as a wife, although he had to admit to himself that he didn't even know her. She could be a psycho for all he knew. But something about her was pulling him in, and he welcomed it.

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