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stepsister.
And apparently, this one still had it bad for him.
Poor chick.
I stumbled on my aching feet through the doorway, having leaned too far in to eavesdrop.
Crap, I hissed internally as my red face looked up at them.
Damien and Audrey’s heads turned to see me steadying myself upright, desperately trying to chase the dizziness out of my head. The hatred seeped back into her face.
Her lip curled even more as her eyes fixed on me.
“So this is her ?”
Her?
I was her now?
More importantly, I was her to Audrey Fucking Grace?
Exactly how famous had Damien made me?
“Audrey, we’ve talked about this,” Damien said, reaching out a hand as if to protect me. Audrey began stalking toward me, and I stumbled back. The hatred was rolling off her in waves, and her eyes were burning with hatred.
I knew a woman out for blood when I saw one. My life flashed before my eyes.
“I don’t know who you are,” she snarled as Damien raced after her. “But I will fucking find out, and I can fucking promise you—”
A producer came scurrying down the hall, her clipboard bouncing in her arms. Audrey’s eyes widened, and she straightened up immediately. Damien released her as if he expected this. In an instant, the evil murderess Audrey was gone, replaced by sweet and cutesy Audrey.
“Ms. Grace, your publicist is here,” the producer said, popping her head in the doorway. “Are you ready to leave? He says it’s urgent.”
“Of course,” Audrey said, her tone full of sugar and honey. She picked up her purse and flounced out the door, as if she hadn’t just been ready to turn this room into a bloodbath.
God, this woman’s mood swings were giving me whiplash.
But they weren’t mood swings, were they? No, I realized as Damien and I watched her leave. I leapt back as she passed me, still remembering the hateful gaze that had burned a hole in my forehead. I remembered this. This was just like Damien’s father. One man to his family, and an entirely different one to the public. And he could switch between them whenever he wanted.
Appearances are everything when you’re famous.
Or at least that’s what Damien had said.
I guess he had learned that firsthand.
I needed to get out of here. I wasn’t used to this.
“Cleo,” Damien said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry you had to see that.”
“What? Did you fuck her too?”
He winced. “It’s a long story.”
Right. One I’ve heard before.
One I’ve lived before.
I sat down on the couch, steeling myself. I wasn’t going to let this get to me. I’d already cried too many tears over Damien Blackwood, and I had decided he meant nothing to me years ago. So what if he was having a fling with Audrey Grace? Why should that piss me off?
Nope. Definitely not pissed.
Look how not pissed I am, I thought as I dug my nails into my palm.
“The driver should be here in a few minutes,” Damien said, tugging at his tie nervously. Damn, she was getting to him. I decided I liked her. “We’ll leave as soon as he does.”
“What were you going to say to me earlier?” I asked, pulling a book out of my bag. Now that the interview was over and I was no longer facing doom at the hands of a live studio audience (or a Hollywood starlet), memories of this morning were flooding back to me. I tapped my fingers against the book’s cover, studying him.
Especially memories of Damien’s voice choking as he said “Cleo—” There was something in that tone, like the cockiness had drained out of him. (Which I knew was impossible. Damien Blackwood was a raging ball of cocky.) Something was there, and I was going to find out what.
Add to that the fact that he had respected my privacy for once, and I was sure something was up. Just like I was sure I wouldn’t like whatever it was.
“Earlier?” Damien asked, still looking nervously out the door.
“Earlier,
And apparently, this one still had it bad for him.
Poor chick.
I stumbled on my aching feet through the doorway, having leaned too far in to eavesdrop.
Crap, I hissed internally as my red face looked up at them.
Damien and Audrey’s heads turned to see me steadying myself upright, desperately trying to chase the dizziness out of my head. The hatred seeped back into her face.
Her lip curled even more as her eyes fixed on me.
“So this is her ?”
Her?
I was her now?
More importantly, I was her to Audrey Fucking Grace?
Exactly how famous had Damien made me?
“Audrey, we’ve talked about this,” Damien said, reaching out a hand as if to protect me. Audrey began stalking toward me, and I stumbled back. The hatred was rolling off her in waves, and her eyes were burning with hatred.
I knew a woman out for blood when I saw one. My life flashed before my eyes.
“I don’t know who you are,” she snarled as Damien raced after her. “But I will fucking find out, and I can fucking promise you—”
A producer came scurrying down the hall, her clipboard bouncing in her arms. Audrey’s eyes widened, and she straightened up immediately. Damien released her as if he expected this. In an instant, the evil murderess Audrey was gone, replaced by sweet and cutesy Audrey.
“Ms. Grace, your publicist is here,” the producer said, popping her head in the doorway. “Are you ready to leave? He says it’s urgent.”
“Of course,” Audrey said, her tone full of sugar and honey. She picked up her purse and flounced out the door, as if she hadn’t just been ready to turn this room into a bloodbath.
God, this woman’s mood swings were giving me whiplash.
But they weren’t mood swings, were they? No, I realized as Damien and I watched her leave. I leapt back as she passed me, still remembering the hateful gaze that had burned a hole in my forehead. I remembered this. This was just like Damien’s father. One man to his family, and an entirely different one to the public. And he could switch between them whenever he wanted.
Appearances are everything when you’re famous.
Or at least that’s what Damien had said.
I guess he had learned that firsthand.
I needed to get out of here. I wasn’t used to this.
“Cleo,” Damien said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry you had to see that.”
“What? Did you fuck her too?”
He winced. “It’s a long story.”
Right. One I’ve heard before.
One I’ve lived before.
I sat down on the couch, steeling myself. I wasn’t going to let this get to me. I’d already cried too many tears over Damien Blackwood, and I had decided he meant nothing to me years ago. So what if he was having a fling with Audrey Grace? Why should that piss me off?
Nope. Definitely not pissed.
Look how not pissed I am, I thought as I dug my nails into my palm.
“The driver should be here in a few minutes,” Damien said, tugging at his tie nervously. Damn, she was getting to him. I decided I liked her. “We’ll leave as soon as he does.”
“What were you going to say to me earlier?” I asked, pulling a book out of my bag. Now that the interview was over and I was no longer facing doom at the hands of a live studio audience (or a Hollywood starlet), memories of this morning were flooding back to me. I tapped my fingers against the book’s cover, studying him.
Especially memories of Damien’s voice choking as he said “Cleo—” There was something in that tone, like the cockiness had drained out of him. (Which I knew was impossible. Damien Blackwood was a raging ball of cocky.) Something was there, and I was going to find out what.
Add to that the fact that he had respected my privacy for once, and I was sure something was up. Just like I was sure I wouldn’t like whatever it was.
“Earlier?” Damien asked, still looking nervously out the door.
“Earlier,
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