Chapter 4
Ava
THE NEXT MORNING when my alarm went off, it was a struggle to get moving. I’d had a hell of a time falling asleep after stewing about Hunter all night. I’d even considered calling the cops, but in the end knew it would have been his word against mine. Not only was he famous, but he had money and the kind of power that really could get me killed. I decided that the best thing to do was return to the set, finish up the last couple of scenes I’d been hired to do, and never work on another movie with Hunter.
After rolling out of bed, I forced myself into the shower and then made myself a container of coffee to take with me. As I was adding cream, my cell phone rang. Hoping it was Andrew, I quickly grabbed it and answered.
“Ava? It’s Ben Jones.”
Realizing that it was the assi
