Off Script by Anna Paige

I’ve watched him for years.
Every role.
Every episode.
He was every woman’s fantasy.
The famous actor.
Gorgeous.
Charming.
Perfection.
Unattainable.
Until he showed up at my front door.
Wanting something from me.
Something I wasn’t sure I could ever give.
It wasn’t safe outside my bubble.
So, I let him inside instead.
All the way in.
And once he was there,
I wanted to keep him.
Even if that meant risking everything.
My safety.
My anonymity.
Even my heart.
He thought he knew how the story would play out.
But I was taking our love off script.