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look down at me. “What’s wrong, Jordi? You’ve been weird since we got to San Francisco.”
I shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“You keep asking me that,” he pointed out. “If I ask, it matters.”
I let out a long breath as I covered my eyes with one hand. “Shelby is beside herself with this T&L gig. I get to hear how amazing you are, how sweet, how thoughtful. Those were pretty flowers, by the way,” I added coolly.
“Thank you,” he responded, and I could hear the humor laced in his voice. “Pink is her favorite color.”
At that I shot up out of bed. “Do you know what this is doing to me? Do you have any idea?”
“Yes,” he stated flatly. “Every time your asshole husband shows up , pissing over everything to mark his territory.”
I sighed, and then dropped my head into my hands. “God, I wish we could just be open about what we are.”
He untangled me to look deep in my eyes. “We can. Just tell the fucker you’re done and you want a divorce. We’ll deal with everything else together. Anything that happens in the press, anything that happens with Graham or the tour… and anything that happens with Shelby.”
“She thinks I’m her best friend,” I admitted tearfully. “And I’m lying to her every day.”
He gripped my hands in his. “Only one way to fix that. Let’s stop lying.”
I stared into those remarkable green eyes and considered what might happen if I called Eddie’s bluff. A sex tape, starring me. Distributed worldwide.
I couldn’t even lie to myself completely and say it was all for Jace’s reputation or career. I knew I couldn’t face the world again if those tapes were ever released. They’d see the awful truth about how I looked beneath all these clothes meant to camouflage me and make me more palpable for the fans.
I could barely go to the store without someone at PING snapping a picture of me, denigrating my sweat pants or mocking my shopping choices. Releasing a sex tape would not only tear me down, but it could punish Jace who had been nothing but good to me from the moment we met. His shooting star would get blown out of the sky when people realized he settled for someone like me.
You’re a joke. And you always will be .
Those were words I battled every time I stepped into the spotlight. Being on that stage, being in front of that crowd, hearing that applause – it helped dull the way life crapped on me otherwise. If I lost it all now… if I had to start over from scratch… I just didn’t know where I would find the strength. Maybe Yael was right. Maybe it was all an illusion. But it was an illusion I needed, right or wrong.
CHAPTER FOUR
Los Angeles, CA
January 22, 2012
The next stop on our tour was our home base of Los Angeles, and we were all quite happy to return to it.
Well, most of us.
While other folks were able to go to their own homes, those who didn’t live in Los Angeles – say, Shelby – ended up even more lonely and isolated than any other time on the trip. I decided on the flight back home to invite her to stay at my house, even though I knew it meant I’d have to play nice with Eddie for the duration. She’d never understand why I still preferred to room with my gubby Corey, so I’d have to finally darken the door of the cottage in Venice Beach that, as far as the lease went, was my official home.
It was a rental, an expensive one at that, but since I had not pulled in the half mil Jace did wi th his Fierce win, I had to make certain economic compromises. With Eddie’s caviar tastes, this wasn’t as easy as I had hoped. We found a hip little pad about a half-mile or so from the sand, a teeny, tiny house with bedrooms so small you could barely turn around in them. I paid the year lease in full at a fraction of the cost it would have taken to own something in that area that Eddie had been so insistent upon living. He loved the location and the house so much that he was pacified enough not to make a fuss
I shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“You keep asking me that,” he pointed out. “If I ask, it matters.”
I let out a long breath as I covered my eyes with one hand. “Shelby is beside herself with this T&L gig. I get to hear how amazing you are, how sweet, how thoughtful. Those were pretty flowers, by the way,” I added coolly.
“Thank you,” he responded, and I could hear the humor laced in his voice. “Pink is her favorite color.”
At that I shot up out of bed. “Do you know what this is doing to me? Do you have any idea?”
“Yes,” he stated flatly. “Every time your asshole husband shows up , pissing over everything to mark his territory.”
I sighed, and then dropped my head into my hands. “God, I wish we could just be open about what we are.”
He untangled me to look deep in my eyes. “We can. Just tell the fucker you’re done and you want a divorce. We’ll deal with everything else together. Anything that happens in the press, anything that happens with Graham or the tour… and anything that happens with Shelby.”
“She thinks I’m her best friend,” I admitted tearfully. “And I’m lying to her every day.”
He gripped my hands in his. “Only one way to fix that. Let’s stop lying.”
I stared into those remarkable green eyes and considered what might happen if I called Eddie’s bluff. A sex tape, starring me. Distributed worldwide.
I couldn’t even lie to myself completely and say it was all for Jace’s reputation or career. I knew I couldn’t face the world again if those tapes were ever released. They’d see the awful truth about how I looked beneath all these clothes meant to camouflage me and make me more palpable for the fans.
I could barely go to the store without someone at PING snapping a picture of me, denigrating my sweat pants or mocking my shopping choices. Releasing a sex tape would not only tear me down, but it could punish Jace who had been nothing but good to me from the moment we met. His shooting star would get blown out of the sky when people realized he settled for someone like me.
You’re a joke. And you always will be .
Those were words I battled every time I stepped into the spotlight. Being on that stage, being in front of that crowd, hearing that applause – it helped dull the way life crapped on me otherwise. If I lost it all now… if I had to start over from scratch… I just didn’t know where I would find the strength. Maybe Yael was right. Maybe it was all an illusion. But it was an illusion I needed, right or wrong.
CHAPTER FOUR
Los Angeles, CA
January 22, 2012
The next stop on our tour was our home base of Los Angeles, and we were all quite happy to return to it.
Well, most of us.
While other folks were able to go to their own homes, those who didn’t live in Los Angeles – say, Shelby – ended up even more lonely and isolated than any other time on the trip. I decided on the flight back home to invite her to stay at my house, even though I knew it meant I’d have to play nice with Eddie for the duration. She’d never understand why I still preferred to room with my gubby Corey, so I’d have to finally darken the door of the cottage in Venice Beach that, as far as the lease went, was my official home.
It was a rental, an expensive one at that, but since I had not pulled in the half mil Jace did wi th his Fierce win, I had to make certain economic compromises. With Eddie’s caviar tastes, this wasn’t as easy as I had hoped. We found a hip little pad about a half-mile or so from the sand, a teeny, tiny house with bedrooms so small you could barely turn around in them. I paid the year lease in full at a fraction of the cost it would have taken to own something in that area that Eddie had been so insistent upon living. He loved the location and the house so much that he was pacified enough not to make a fuss
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