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Authors: ZN Willett
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hard enough dating the average guy. They had maybe one or two women looking in their direction, but to have thousands all over the world…
In-between talking to the reporters, I watched as Andrew would sign fan autographs. These women looked at him as if they were going to tear him apart. I watched as some hands reached out to him, but Wade was there to say, "Please, don't touch," for which I was grateful. Why, I don't know. But the growing feeling of insecurity was causing my brain to have scattered thoughts.
Andrew was always gracious to his fans, and he tried to sign as many autographs as he could. He would pose for pictures, or took them himself from their camera phones. The man loved his fans, and it showed his true character. Most were always friendly and kind to me, but it didn't go unnoticed that a few glared in my direction. Hoping that I would get struck down, I was sure.
Keira and I watched as the guys continued to go through the line of reporters as we followed behind them. There were a lot of other famous stars going through the same routine as Andrew. It was weird to watch this up close, and it seemed like second nature for all that walked on the red carpet. Yet, seeing these famous people in person was fun. Some looked better in person, while others shocked the hell out of me. They can do a lot with make-up.
"Andria?" I turned, hearing my name out of Andrew's mouth. I walked over to him, and there was a very large television camera pointed directly at me.
"Andrew?" I tried to use that, "what are you doing" tone.
"I want you to meet Evie."
I shook the familiar woman's hand, and she was more beautiful in person. I had seen the tall dark-haired woman, many times on a prime time entertainment show. I also had caught several of her and Andrew's interviews. They were always laughing and joking in them. "A. P. Moore, so nice to meet you."
"Andria, please. I love your work."
"I like her already," she smiled looking at him.
"Evie wanted to ask us a few questions." He turned around to whisper in my ear. "I trust her. She's the one who should do our first interview."
"It will be simple and quick. If you need time to think about the question, you have it. This interview is not going out live, so we can splice and edit."
My heart started to pound through my chest as my body went into panic mode. I looked into Andrew's eyes. "Baby, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Instinctively, I kissed him. I had needed that contact before I turned to Evie nodding my head. "I'm ready when you are."
"Great. We will make this quick."
Evie turned to her cameraman, did some signal thing with her hand, and started to speak into the camera. "This man has always been the talk of the town, but it's his beautiful, best-selling author and girlfriend, A.P. Moore, who has stolen the show. We have both Andrew Hughes and the beautiful, talented Andria Moore with us tonight."
She turned the mic to Andrew. "Thank you both for talking to us."
"It's always a pleasure," Andrew responded.
She looked back into the camera. "Andrew and I have a history," she laughed. "If I go easy on him, he buys me Kit Kats," she said laughing, turning the mic now towards me.
"Andria, I read Deception , and girl, it is hot!" She laughed as I grinned nervously. "Andrew is one lucky man."
I giggled out, embarrassed. Andrew jumped in with a resounding, "I'm one very lucky man!"
He wrapped his arm around my waist. "I'm pretty lucky myself, Evie." I added.
"Oh, yes you are. There are quite a few women who wouldn't mind taking your place, but ladies, I'm standing in front of this gorgeous couple and the love radiates off of them. This bachelor is spoken for, and shall I add those fans of A.P. Moore? I know there are a bunch of guys hoping that Andrew here will mess up so that they can hone in on Andria." I huffed shaking my head. Andrew pulled me in closer and kissed my forehead. "See what I mean, looks as if Andrew's not letting go of this lady.
In-between talking to the reporters, I watched as Andrew would sign fan autographs. These women looked at him as if they were going to tear him apart. I watched as some hands reached out to him, but Wade was there to say, "Please, don't touch," for which I was grateful. Why, I don't know. But the growing feeling of insecurity was causing my brain to have scattered thoughts.
Andrew was always gracious to his fans, and he tried to sign as many autographs as he could. He would pose for pictures, or took them himself from their camera phones. The man loved his fans, and it showed his true character. Most were always friendly and kind to me, but it didn't go unnoticed that a few glared in my direction. Hoping that I would get struck down, I was sure.
Keira and I watched as the guys continued to go through the line of reporters as we followed behind them. There were a lot of other famous stars going through the same routine as Andrew. It was weird to watch this up close, and it seemed like second nature for all that walked on the red carpet. Yet, seeing these famous people in person was fun. Some looked better in person, while others shocked the hell out of me. They can do a lot with make-up.
"Andria?" I turned, hearing my name out of Andrew's mouth. I walked over to him, and there was a very large television camera pointed directly at me.
"Andrew?" I tried to use that, "what are you doing" tone.
"I want you to meet Evie."
I shook the familiar woman's hand, and she was more beautiful in person. I had seen the tall dark-haired woman, many times on a prime time entertainment show. I also had caught several of her and Andrew's interviews. They were always laughing and joking in them. "A. P. Moore, so nice to meet you."
"Andria, please. I love your work."
"I like her already," she smiled looking at him.
"Evie wanted to ask us a few questions." He turned around to whisper in my ear. "I trust her. She's the one who should do our first interview."
"It will be simple and quick. If you need time to think about the question, you have it. This interview is not going out live, so we can splice and edit."
My heart started to pound through my chest as my body went into panic mode. I looked into Andrew's eyes. "Baby, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Instinctively, I kissed him. I had needed that contact before I turned to Evie nodding my head. "I'm ready when you are."
"Great. We will make this quick."
Evie turned to her cameraman, did some signal thing with her hand, and started to speak into the camera. "This man has always been the talk of the town, but it's his beautiful, best-selling author and girlfriend, A.P. Moore, who has stolen the show. We have both Andrew Hughes and the beautiful, talented Andria Moore with us tonight."
She turned the mic to Andrew. "Thank you both for talking to us."
"It's always a pleasure," Andrew responded.
She looked back into the camera. "Andrew and I have a history," she laughed. "If I go easy on him, he buys me Kit Kats," she said laughing, turning the mic now towards me.
"Andria, I read Deception , and girl, it is hot!" She laughed as I grinned nervously. "Andrew is one lucky man."
I giggled out, embarrassed. Andrew jumped in with a resounding, "I'm one very lucky man!"
He wrapped his arm around my waist. "I'm pretty lucky myself, Evie." I added.
"Oh, yes you are. There are quite a few women who wouldn't mind taking your place, but ladies, I'm standing in front of this gorgeous couple and the love radiates off of them. This bachelor is spoken for, and shall I add those fans of A.P. Moore? I know there are a bunch of guys hoping that Andrew here will mess up so that they can hone in on Andria." I huffed shaking my head. Andrew pulled me in closer and kissed my forehead. "See what I mean, looks as if Andrew's not letting go of this lady.
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