Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Maybe it was my intuition, but something told me my life was going to change in a direction I wasn’t prepared for.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, immediately recognizing the video in front of me.
“TMI has the exclusive breaking news of walk of fame’s good girl not being such a good girl.” A clip of us with the bag of pills in my hand from the night Aires got arrested was quickly shown on the screen. “Bailey was allegedly partying with bad boy co-star Nicholas Aires the night he was arrested for possession of illegal narcotics.”
My hand flew to my hair, seeing this all play out before my eyes.
“The twenty-five-year-old renowned Oscar-winning actress has more than made a name for herself in the industry for over a decade. Since her breakthrough role on The Kids Club to her current movie, Say You Love Me, directed by legendary producer B. Night. From the beginning of her career, she’s gone on to make several movies that have been smashed box office hits, making her the top-grossing actress in the business.”
I shook my head, adding my own commentary. “For fuck’s sake.”
I hated this reporter. He was a snake and the worst of the worst. He had no decency or moral code and was constantly painting celebrities in the worst light because he was on a power trip for no reason at all.
I waited on pins and needles for whatever footage he had at his disposal.
“Bailey has been honored with her own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and no one deserves the recognition more than her, but now… now she’s been caught red-handed with her hand in the cookie jar!”
I sat down, resting my elbows on my knees, unable to hold myself up any longer. My legs shook. Clip after clip took over the screen as the son of a bitch continued with more of the developing story. A few clips of us talking from that night, along with us dancing and appearing obviously royally fucked up in the recordings, were displayed for all to see.
I was mortified.
I could hear the headlines now.
I couldn’t breathe.
It felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe.
“We all know this young superstar is a workaholic and hasn’t taken time for herself in who knows how long. Bailey is known for putting her career before anything else, including her personal life, so to see her with a bad-boy heartthrob in such compromising positions isn’t going to sit well with her fanbase.”
This was the exact reason I stayed away from everything concerning this breaking news bullshit and let my team handle it, but it was never close to this.
This was bad.
Really fucking bad.
“Now, of course.” The asshole appeared back up on the TV screen. “We have yet to confirm any allegations.”
I couldn’t tell you what I was waiting for.
“It gets worse…”
Three words had the power to end me.
The next clip was of Aires and me up on the roof deck, where we were basically screwing each other with clothes on. I remembered that night, but I didn’t realize it was like a dirty porno.
As if reading my mind, the reporter added, “This isn’t the first time Nicholas Aires has been caught with his pants down. With the number of leaked sex tapes this man has had, you’d think he’d be the one behind them getting leaked.”
My heart was in my throat.
My stomach dropped again.
He wouldn’t… would he?
I swear all the blood drained from my face as soon as he proceeded to narrate what was being shown on the footage through the screen. “As you can see on the video, it appears that Aires is grabbing the bag of drugs from Bailey’s purse right before the cops raided the roof deck. Do you see that? It seems like he’s ordering her to make a run for it, and she keeps shaking her head while her best friend, supermodel Alexis Monaco, is tugging her away.” His hand shot to his face in sheer shock. “Can you believe what we’re seeing? This would allegedly lead us to speculate that the illegal narcotics indeed belonged to Hollywood’s Sweetheart and not notorious troublemaker Nicholas Aires. That means this bad boy has gone to hell and back for his woman, and we’re here for it!”
I jerked back, surprised by his reaction.
“How romantic! If he’s not getting felonies to save my ass, then I don’t want him!”
My eyes widened, grabbing my chest to make sure my heart was still intact.
“And now they’re making a movie together! I can already feel the chemistry on the screen between these two! It’s going to be straight-up fire!”
“Ugh!”
“As always, TMI will be sharing any coverage we receive. Keep following us as this story unfolds. Either have yet to release a statement. As always, you heard it here first. Back to you, Melanie.”
I shut the TV off, throwing the remote on the coffee table like it was suddenly on fire. I was going to be sick.