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hated the eyes that followed us as we walked through the halls.
Worse, I hated that his cheeky smile was back.
His tongue licked over his bottom lip suggestively. “ Very good.”
“I’ve said it before, Damien, but I have to say it again. I hate you.”
“I know, wifey.” His finger wound its way around one of my curls, and I swatted him away. His smile twitched up, growing a fraction of an inch. “Love you too.”
“The dressing room is this way, ma’am,” said one of the producers, leading me through the hallways. I patted my wet hands down on my skirt, letting the restroom door close behind us as we walked. The wave of nausea was finally gone after a good spell of vomiting in the studio’s toilet, and I was finally feeling better after splashing cold water on my sweating, deadly white face. Interviews definitely weren’t my thing, but at least I could say I had made it out alive.
And I only had to keep doing this…
For six more months.
Internally, I groaned.
I couldn’t wait to be out of this world and back to being a hermit.
“The red door,” the producer said, patting my back and nodding at the last door on the hallway. I slipped my stilettos off as I walked, taking deep breaths to calm my now empty stomach. It growled viciously at me as I hobbled down the hallway on my aching feet.
I know, I know, I grumbled to myself. It’s your fault we’re like this. You shouldn’t have thrown up that toast so easily, even if Marlene was groping your knee on live television every five seconds.
Where is Damien ? I thought to myself.
He was supposed to be back by now. And we needed to get out and snatch some breakfast before this stomach situation got too bad. He should remember more than anyone how murderous I got while running on empty. Teenage Cleo had been dramatic, but hungry teenage Cleo threw bitchfests of epic proportions.
I didn’t have to wonder for long.
Damien was lounging on the black leather couch in the room…
With the most famous actress in the country standing in front of him, waving her arms as she yelled like a banshee.
My eyes widened. It couldn’t be.
But it was, wasn’t it? I peeked through the door, unable to ear my eyes away from her. Her honey colored hair was pinned into a perfect bun, and her oversized black sunglasses bounced up and down on her nose as she shook her head wildly. Even when screaming, her voice sounded like music. Her bloody red lips curled into a snarl as she laid into him, and her matching nails poked viciously into his chest. She was a classic beauty, the most radiant person I had ever seen, and she looked like she was about to rip my stepbrother’s head off with those manicured claws.
Holy shit , I thought to myself, freezing in the hallway. Audrey Grace? Seriously?
And she’s currently tearing my sociopath stepbrother a new one.
Can’t say he doesn’t deserve it.
Question is, how exactly did he fuck her over too?
Things got even more confused as the screaming abruptly stopped. Desperate to see what was happening, I peeked my nose in the crack of the door.
My stomach plummeted as I saw her press her body up against his seductively. This wasn’t a woman out to kill him, I realized. This was a woman out to fuck him. Not that I could blame her. Damien stepped backwards, but she caught his jaw in her hands and ran a finger across his lips. Her eyes. I desperately wished I could see Damien’s expression, but his face was turned from me.
I peeked in just a little further, desperate to hear what they were saying.
“I know you miss me, baby,” she whispered in a husky voice. “We were so good together.”
My stomach plummeted just a little bit more.
So that’s why she was so pissed.
A jilted lover.
Damien really hadn’t changed. I should have known. Only this time, the women he was jilting were the most glamorous actresses instead of his nerdy
Worse, I hated that his cheeky smile was back.
His tongue licked over his bottom lip suggestively. “ Very good.”
“I’ve said it before, Damien, but I have to say it again. I hate you.”
“I know, wifey.” His finger wound its way around one of my curls, and I swatted him away. His smile twitched up, growing a fraction of an inch. “Love you too.”
“The dressing room is this way, ma’am,” said one of the producers, leading me through the hallways. I patted my wet hands down on my skirt, letting the restroom door close behind us as we walked. The wave of nausea was finally gone after a good spell of vomiting in the studio’s toilet, and I was finally feeling better after splashing cold water on my sweating, deadly white face. Interviews definitely weren’t my thing, but at least I could say I had made it out alive.
And I only had to keep doing this…
For six more months.
Internally, I groaned.
I couldn’t wait to be out of this world and back to being a hermit.
“The red door,” the producer said, patting my back and nodding at the last door on the hallway. I slipped my stilettos off as I walked, taking deep breaths to calm my now empty stomach. It growled viciously at me as I hobbled down the hallway on my aching feet.
I know, I know, I grumbled to myself. It’s your fault we’re like this. You shouldn’t have thrown up that toast so easily, even if Marlene was groping your knee on live television every five seconds.
Where is Damien ? I thought to myself.
He was supposed to be back by now. And we needed to get out and snatch some breakfast before this stomach situation got too bad. He should remember more than anyone how murderous I got while running on empty. Teenage Cleo had been dramatic, but hungry teenage Cleo threw bitchfests of epic proportions.
I didn’t have to wonder for long.
Damien was lounging on the black leather couch in the room…
With the most famous actress in the country standing in front of him, waving her arms as she yelled like a banshee.
My eyes widened. It couldn’t be.
But it was, wasn’t it? I peeked through the door, unable to ear my eyes away from her. Her honey colored hair was pinned into a perfect bun, and her oversized black sunglasses bounced up and down on her nose as she shook her head wildly. Even when screaming, her voice sounded like music. Her bloody red lips curled into a snarl as she laid into him, and her matching nails poked viciously into his chest. She was a classic beauty, the most radiant person I had ever seen, and she looked like she was about to rip my stepbrother’s head off with those manicured claws.
Holy shit , I thought to myself, freezing in the hallway. Audrey Grace? Seriously?
And she’s currently tearing my sociopath stepbrother a new one.
Can’t say he doesn’t deserve it.
Question is, how exactly did he fuck her over too?
Things got even more confused as the screaming abruptly stopped. Desperate to see what was happening, I peeked my nose in the crack of the door.
My stomach plummeted as I saw her press her body up against his seductively. This wasn’t a woman out to kill him, I realized. This was a woman out to fuck him. Not that I could blame her. Damien stepped backwards, but she caught his jaw in her hands and ran a finger across his lips. Her eyes. I desperately wished I could see Damien’s expression, but his face was turned from me.
I peeked in just a little further, desperate to hear what they were saying.
“I know you miss me, baby,” she whispered in a husky voice. “We were so good together.”
My stomach plummeted just a little bit more.
So that’s why she was so pissed.
A jilted lover.
Damien really hadn’t changed. I should have known. Only this time, the women he was jilting were the most glamorous actresses instead of his nerdy
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