Why didn't he drag me out of his house after I yelled at him? I was still surprised that he told me about his father.

When I got home late last night Nova was up and waiting for me to spill all that I had learned. I told her everything from his maid throwing a glass of water on him to the rose tattoos on his right arm.

Even after she asked if I had anymore info on him I still keep two little details to myself.

Information on his father and my assumptions of his dad.

The things he said about his dad treating him and his siblings as slaves hit home for me. And if I were him I would want that information to stay in confidence. I'm not him. I'm not going to exploit him for fun. This is revenge.

I ran over the thought in my mind that Vincent's father may have been the cause of his stab wound.

"Is this right?" Claire asked.

We were in her backyard that had a long cement walkway. Her rental house was gorgeous, and the simple fact that it wasn't a mansion made me not feel overwhelmed. Claire lives in Los Angeles, but she had to rent a home in New York to be closer to the set for the movie.

I'd almost forgot about I agreed to teaching Claire how to skateboard. I had even came earlier. In the meantime I had to figure out what Vincent's deal was.

"You're doing great. Just remember to relax and stay confident."

"I won't have a problem with being something that I already am."

Except you looked scared out of your mind at the sight of Vincent at Kiana's party.

At the party he threatened Claire and then later on he cooked me a vegan burger. Nova was right about something being off about Vincent and I think it's more than being bipolar as hell.

My hand never left Claire's waist as I helped her keep her balance on the thin piece of wood on wheels. As I was pushing her down the walkway, she would always wince when I caught her if she almost fell.

Not once had Vincent been brought up.

We'd been going about this for a little bit over an hour and Claire had finally called it quits.

"I didn't realize that would be so-"

"Difficult?"

Se squinted her eyes at me and shook her head.

"Fun."

I guess even celebrities don't get a chance to relax and live their lives. Especially if they were in Claire's shoes. She's been acting practically since she came out of the womb.

When Claire reaches up to stretch her arms her hoodie had risen up to expose her stomach. The fair skin had a few little red and purple circles that were big enough for the eye to see.

It reminded me of the bruises that would be on my arm after getting the flu shot. They look so similar.

I looked away before she noticed my curiosity in the marks on her body. My fear rose when I saw more bruises on her neck as she put her golden hair into a ponytail.

"Would you like anything to drink? I have alcohol!"

It had to be 11 in the morning.

"A water would be fine."

The only ride I had home was my skateboard so drinking and boarding does not sound ideal.

Claire led me back into her house and her wolf of a dog almost tackled her down.

"Peanut! Down!"

The dog obeyed and shuffled next to us as we walked to the kitchen.

"What's up with you?"

She questioned me as she poured what I hoped was just lemonade into a glass.

"Huh?"

"You've been peering at me all day," she handed me the cup.

I allowed the bitter sweet taste of the lemonade on my tongue settle before answering carefully.

"I saw you talking to Vincent last night."

She froze in the middle of filling her cup with an expensive looking tequila.

"You saw nothing."

"I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me anything, but I just want to ask if you're okay."

"I'm fine," her voice went up higher in pitch but she tried to cover it by putting ice cubes in her alcohol.

"Is he hurting you?" I pointed to the bruises that tinted her neck.

"He said he would be gentle," she spoke softly as if reassuring his actions. "He was being gentle."

What did he do to her?

"Claire-"

"I have a yoga session in an hour. Thanks for the lesson. It's time for you to leave."

I sat my glass back on the counter and grabbed my skateboard. Before leaving I turned back around to Claire downing her entire glass and Peanut who was snuggled by the stove.

"I know we aren't close and you have no reason to trust me, but if he touches you again please let me know."

* * * *

"Thanks for the invite. I hadn't been to a party in a while," I told Kiana who was getting her makeup done for the next scene.

"Anytime. I'm just bummed that you had to leave so soon," she closed her eyes as her makeup artist put color on her lids. "Um- have you talked to Nova?"

I raised a brow at her and my lips curled.

"Yes I have. You two got close at the party, huh?"

Kiana scratched her arm nervously and took out her nose ring.

"I tried calling Nova, but she must've been busy. Do you mind telling her I'm trying to get in touch?"

"Of course."

Kiana gave a bright smile before walking off to wardrobe.

Henry zoomed past me while grabbing his coffee and throwing a greeting over his shoulder. He was definitely late since he had to shoot the scene with Kiana this morning.

I went to sit on the couch next to all of the chairs since I had nothing to do for the next hour.

And then my phone buzzed.

I need you to organize my flight to Italy in June. I sent all the info to your email!
-Henry

There goes my hour of not doing anything. And any chance of me going to Italy with him.

For the next hour I was making phone calls to his usual private jet company to book his flight and I spoke to his landlord to make sure his living quarters in Italy was being cleaned for his arrival. I pulled my notebook from my bag and began writing down the info he wanted me to get done today.

"Yes, Mr. Grant would like his usual chef," I said with the phone between my ear and shoulder. "Wait he has a car submarine?"

"Don't drool, princess."

Vincent had on a black dress shirt on with black slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and displayed his usual gold Rolex.

His blonde hair reached the bottom of his neck and was slicked back as always, and his face was finally shaved clean.

"No, that won't be necessary. Just have the property ready. Thank you."

I hung up the phone and diverted my gaze from Vincent back to my notebook.

"You're just going to act like I'm not here?" His voice was impersonal and stiff.

I continued to write out the items Henry requested to be done in Italy before his arrival. All the while ignoring Vincent's burning and speculating stare.

I was too late to react when I heard his determined footsteps coming and then his hands were on either side of my head. My back was glued to the couch as he leaned further into my face. Invading my space.

"Vincent-"

"Shh."

His eyes were examining every point on my face and continued to lean closer until our noses and foreheads were touching. It reminded me much of his confrontation with Claire. And I couldn't move.

His hand came up to the front of my neck but he didn't touch it. It was as if he was having an internal battle with himself that he couldn't win.

He took a strong intake through his nostrils and my breath stopped when I saw his green eyes shine a darker shade.

"You're wearing lipstick again," his fingers came up to my lips but he didn't touch them. It was like he was afraid to touch my skin. Like he thought I would break.

"Yes," I mumbled quietly while not breaking eye contact with the green eyed monster.

Everything went silent and still when he placed his rough hand on the left side of my chest. Although everything was still, I was trying to keep my breath steady.

Where was everyone on the set at?

"You're heart is beating at an exponential rate. Take a breath, princess."

I couldn't. Air didn't want to enter my lungs and I couldn't move an inch. That's impossible. Could I be having-

"An asthma attack," Vincent didn't lean back at all as he watched me begin to wheeze air through my nose.

I was so confused and furious that I couldn't push him away. I couldn't even scream.

My vision became clouded with confusion and my lip began to shake.

God, please get this man off me.

In seconds he had pulled a syringe out of his front pocket and he held it to the side of my neck. I couldn't get a clear image of what was in the syringe, but through my blurry vision I could see that it was filled to capacity and black.

He gently tipped my head to the side with his fingertips and pressed the sharp steel into the soft skin behind my ear. The liquid burned my blood and bones and all I wanted to do was scream but my mouth was sealed shut.

It seemed like the torture would last forever until he removed the sharp object from my skin and placed it back in his pocket.

His hand was still above my left breast and I could hear my heartbeat slow as it pumped in my ears.

He eyes brightened as my breath came back to me and I just wanted to-

He stumbled back. The impact of my fist to his face left a tinted red print on his cheek. I had finally regained my movement.

I quickly stuffed my notebook in my bag and ran until there were thousands of feet between him and I.

The last scene I saw was of him holding his clenched chin and the tiniest grin in the world sculpted his mouth.

"I don't break my promises."

My breathing was oddly steady and my feet pelted the set floor until it reached the cement of outside.

I fumbled with my phone and finally came across Nova's number. My fingers shook as I pressed the 'call' button and as I rose my phone to my ear. It rang twice before her voice sounded through the phone.

"We have a problem."