◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆
~ Anne McGiver ~
Being a celebrity actress sucked about as much as being doused in perfume and left in a room with a swarm of bees.
And those bees? They were men.
I had them in every caliber imaginable — movie producers with their slimy promises of “private meetings,” co-stars who slid their hands too low during rehearsal kisses, fans who sent me d**k pics captioned with marriage proposals.
They all wanted to f**k me, worship me, own me. And that was precisely the problem.
There was no thrill left in being the prey everyone had already caught. No chase or mystery. Just the same predictable rut where I spread my legs and they came running.
I wanted to chase for once. I was so damn tired of being chased.
“Anna, they’re ready for you on set.”
I glanced up from my ph
