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flash as we step out. Waiting in line to get in this place must have its own excitement when you see celebrities pull up right in front of you.
Lex keeps her head down, but apparently I’ve gotten used to this. I send a quick wave to the waiting crowd, and Devon wraps his arm around me, leading us in.
“Couldn’t just keep it low-key, could you?” Lex says, irritated by the sudden onslaught of attention.
“Like I said,” I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulders, “you get used to it. I swear. I hated it at first, but…it grows on you.”
Lex shakes her head, not believing me. “Whatever. I’m going to need another drink if you expect me to hang out with first class snobs all night.”
I don’t bother arguing. For all of us who came into this bizarre, luxurious life as former outsiders, we carry a number of preconceived ideas. So far, most of my own have been proven wrong. The few celebrities I’ve talked to—and the one I’ve been sleeping with—have seemed like nothing more than normal people living extraordinary lives. I used to daydream of being a little starlet, having everything handed to me, but honestly, I wouldn’t trade lives with them anyway. We all have our demons, and they aren’t excluded.
Devon takes my hand and pulls me toward the back VIP rooms. We pass through a velvet curtain and find a quieter space—dark, more private. A couple couches are filled with people talking and laughing and drinking. I consider the fact no one’s doing lines of coke in the middle of the room and decide this is a massive step up from the club Devon brought me to in San Francisco.
“What about Lex?” I say, looking back. Did she see us come in here? I don’t want her to think we ditched her.
“What about her? She’s a big girl. She can find us if she wants to, but I’ll put money on it. The first movie star she recognizes, and she’ll be like any other fan girl coming to this city for the first time.”
He falls back onto a couch rubbing one hand over his forehead.
“Still not feeling great?” I ask, sitting next to him.
“You could say that.” He pulls me closer to him and kisses the top of my head. “You look sexy, by the way.”
I feel my cheeks warm. “Thank you.”
He traces his fingers down my bare arm, and I shiver. I turn his way and kiss him. The warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, relaxes me and makes me wish this room were even more private.
I pull away and take his hand in my own. Softly, I trail my index finger from his fingertips to his palm. I can’t help but notice a tremor in his hand. He’s shaking. Is he sick?
“You want to leave? We shouldn’t have gone out if you’re coming down with something.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “I’m not sick, Olivia. I’m just…dealing with stuff.”
What does he mean by that?
“Let me get you a drink, okay?” I say. Clearly, he needs to relax. Something’s bothering him.
He nods and I go to the VIP bar. A quick glance to the other end of it, and I recognize an actor leaning against the back of a barstool.
“A whiskey, dry. And a cranberry-vodka. Please.” I wait for our drinks, trying to be subtle as I pinpoint who the actor is. Then he catches me looking, and I divert my gaze to the liquor bottles on the top shelf behind the bar. Too late. He walks over.
Once he’s closer, his name pops into my head. Nolan Aries. Of course.
“Olivia, right?” he says.
It’s so weird having these people know who I am.
“Yeah, and you’re Nolan?” I shake his extended hand.
“I saw your TV spot you did for the YOUTHelp Foundation. Good work, but sorry I put you in that situation. I was stuck in New York.”
“That’s what Nat—” I about choke on my words. My drink’s ready and I take a quick sip, trying to act casual. “That’s what Natalia had said.” Just saying her name, even her fake name, makes me want to vomit. “You had meetings or something?”
“Always.” He laughs and asks the
Lex keeps her head down, but apparently I’ve gotten used to this. I send a quick wave to the waiting crowd, and Devon wraps his arm around me, leading us in.
“Couldn’t just keep it low-key, could you?” Lex says, irritated by the sudden onslaught of attention.
“Like I said,” I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulders, “you get used to it. I swear. I hated it at first, but…it grows on you.”
Lex shakes her head, not believing me. “Whatever. I’m going to need another drink if you expect me to hang out with first class snobs all night.”
I don’t bother arguing. For all of us who came into this bizarre, luxurious life as former outsiders, we carry a number of preconceived ideas. So far, most of my own have been proven wrong. The few celebrities I’ve talked to—and the one I’ve been sleeping with—have seemed like nothing more than normal people living extraordinary lives. I used to daydream of being a little starlet, having everything handed to me, but honestly, I wouldn’t trade lives with them anyway. We all have our demons, and they aren’t excluded.
Devon takes my hand and pulls me toward the back VIP rooms. We pass through a velvet curtain and find a quieter space—dark, more private. A couple couches are filled with people talking and laughing and drinking. I consider the fact no one’s doing lines of coke in the middle of the room and decide this is a massive step up from the club Devon brought me to in San Francisco.
“What about Lex?” I say, looking back. Did she see us come in here? I don’t want her to think we ditched her.
“What about her? She’s a big girl. She can find us if she wants to, but I’ll put money on it. The first movie star she recognizes, and she’ll be like any other fan girl coming to this city for the first time.”
He falls back onto a couch rubbing one hand over his forehead.
“Still not feeling great?” I ask, sitting next to him.
“You could say that.” He pulls me closer to him and kisses the top of my head. “You look sexy, by the way.”
I feel my cheeks warm. “Thank you.”
He traces his fingers down my bare arm, and I shiver. I turn his way and kiss him. The warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, relaxes me and makes me wish this room were even more private.
I pull away and take his hand in my own. Softly, I trail my index finger from his fingertips to his palm. I can’t help but notice a tremor in his hand. He’s shaking. Is he sick?
“You want to leave? We shouldn’t have gone out if you’re coming down with something.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “I’m not sick, Olivia. I’m just…dealing with stuff.”
What does he mean by that?
“Let me get you a drink, okay?” I say. Clearly, he needs to relax. Something’s bothering him.
He nods and I go to the VIP bar. A quick glance to the other end of it, and I recognize an actor leaning against the back of a barstool.
“A whiskey, dry. And a cranberry-vodka. Please.” I wait for our drinks, trying to be subtle as I pinpoint who the actor is. Then he catches me looking, and I divert my gaze to the liquor bottles on the top shelf behind the bar. Too late. He walks over.
Once he’s closer, his name pops into my head. Nolan Aries. Of course.
“Olivia, right?” he says.
It’s so weird having these people know who I am.
“Yeah, and you’re Nolan?” I shake his extended hand.
“I saw your TV spot you did for the YOUTHelp Foundation. Good work, but sorry I put you in that situation. I was stuck in New York.”
“That’s what Nat—” I about choke on my words. My drink’s ready and I take a quick sip, trying to act casual. “That’s what Natalia had said.” Just saying her name, even her fake name, makes me want to vomit. “You had meetings or something?”
“Always.” He laughs and asks the
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