A Hollywood Bride(18)

“That’s unfair!” I always hated it when she got flowers from some guy she was seeing. I just never showed it because how can you do that without looking like a psycho? She’d always giggle and flush with pleasure, and weirdly enough, I hated seeing her like that over some stuff that some guy sent her.

“Oh, so I can breathe without your say-so? Great! Then they”—she gestures at the flowers—“stay because I like them. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to clear my head.”

She stalks out without waiting for my response. I glare at the damned bouquet. If that’s how it’s going to be, fine. But she should know she isn’t the only one who can draw a line in the sand.

* * *


Paige

I go out for a walk. It’s either that or scream at Ryder.

After I make a huge circle around the rose garden, my temper starts to cool. I’ve been asking Ryder to make the decision to trust me. Perhaps it’s about time I make that easier for him. Given his history with Anthony, my keeping the flowers probably doesn’t help. Besides, there’s the whole blowup Ryder had over the interview I scheduled with Derek Madison from The Hollywood News.

A part of me wants to have that interview more than ever before. It would be a chance to tell my side of the story, especially after the sex tape. But given Ryder’s history with Lauren, I can see how the whole situation looks to him. I should cancel.

And when I get back, I should throw out the flowers…even though they are really pretty.

Ryder isn’t the enemy. Yes, his reaction to the tape and so on hurt. A lot. But his concern for me and my baby’s welfare is genuine. I shouldn’t ignore that and only look at the bad parts.

I sit on the same bench that I shared with Mom last night. The lake is calm, the lily leaves like enormous green coins in the water.

My hand goes to my belly of its own volition. Mom told me to get rid of the baby if it makes sense, but I can’t. Even now I feel a deep bonding with my child.

I pull out my phone and call Derek. He answers within seconds, like he’s been waiting for me. “Paige. How are you?”

“Good, tha—”

“I saw the news. You’re out of danger, right?”

Oh, lord. “I’m fine, thanks. Did, um…everyone see it?”

“Everyone with social media, I imagine.”

I shake my head. “I’m just not used to this.”

“Better get used to it. You’re a big star. Everyone wants to know about you now.”

But not the truth. All they want to know is the dirt, not the real me. “I’m calling you about that exclusive we were planning.”

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. But I don’t think I can do it anymore. It… It doesn’t feel right.”

“I see.” He pauses, then clears his throat. “I don’t know how to say this delicately, but is it because the wedding’s off?”

I have to laugh. “You’re fishing. Even if it were, you know I couldn’t tell you anything definite right now.”

“Really?” The word is laden with skepticism. “I ask because there’ve been some reports that Ryder was seen at a strip club last night with his brother.”

All the air gushes out of my lungs, and I grip my phone tightly. That must’ve been after our dinner. And the brother must’ve been Elliot. Blake and Lucas don’t indulge Ryder the same way. But despite his image, Elliot can be surprisingly sensible. I can’t imagine him dragging Ryder to a strip club. And why would Ryder go to one after our talk about trust? “Those reports must be mistaken,” I say. “Ryder was home last night.” Then I add, “With me.”

Why am I lying like this? Maybe I don’t want to look any more pathetic than I already do. But my stomach is churning, and what little I have in it wants to come up. I clench my teeth.

“Huh. Must’ve been an error, then,” Derek says. He sniffs. “Well, I’m disappointed about not getting that interview. Not gonna lie. But I’m happy for you that the wedding’s going to happen as planned. Calling it off now would look bad, especially for the bride.”

“Of course,” I rasp.

“Maybe in another month or two?”

I nod, then remember that I’m on the phone. “Yeah. Sure.”

I hang up and shove the phone back into my pocket. When Ryder came home drunk last night, I assumed he went out drinking with Elliot to blow off steam. The notion that he went someplace racier than your average bar never crossed my mind. The core issue between us has been his inability to trust that I’m not like Lauren. I trusted that he would keep his word to me—that he wouldn’t do anything to humiliate me. I guess my trust was misplaced, or else he has an odd definition of “humiliation.”