“Well, it is Syd. I hope you change your mind and tell him though. Call me anytime if you find out more about that website.”
“Okay Leah, I will. Have a great time in London.”
“I’m sure I will.” I can hear the suggestive innuendo in her voice and laugh, hanging up the phone.
Could my life get any weirder?
Chapter 6
A week passes without any more stories about me and Drew on CelebCast, so I’m able to start relaxing. We did end up having to switch hotels after the press found out where we were staying. A huge crowd of fans and paparazzi and just plain old weirdoes parked themselves on the sidewalk outside, making it impossible to leave without going through them. Coming and going through the laundry entrance got old fast.
Two blocks over at the L’Hermitage Hotel, it’s been peaceful and calming. The suite isn’t as big as our old one and doesn’t have a private patio, but I’m satisfied just being away from the hordes of fans and reporters.
Drew insists that I go to the set every day and hang out in his trailer while he’s working. I don’t argue because I don’t want to stay at the hotel by myself and Drew doesn’t want me going around the city without him until the press backs off.
I’ve watched some of the filming, but there are so many breaks between each take that I’m going nuts waiting around all day to see twenty seconds of actual acting. Instead, I’ve been sketching design ideas on my iPad.
Today, however, is Kiera Radcliff’s first day on set. I’m not looking forward to seeing her, or having her anywhere near Drew after what happened at the big launch party at Verve.
She was the one who told me that my Drew was ‘Andrew Forrester’ superstar. She also acted inappropriate to me when she found out I was at the party with her ex-boyfriend, musician Adam Reynolds. She was jealous that I was on a date with him which was ridiculous, especially since I wasn’t ‘with’ Adam as a romantic date. It was just as friends because my boss forced me to go with him for publicity.
Drew can’t stand Adam Reynolds. He told me a week after the party that he and Adam have a history of ongoing mutual hatred for each other. Drew wouldn’t give me any details. He just kept saying that Adam is a douche and left it at that.
When Drew found out that Adam Reynolds wanted to go with me to the launch party at Verve, he was pissed, but couldn’t tell me that he knew Adam since I didn’t know that Drew was a celebrity at the time. He still thinks Adam wants to get in my pants, to which I just roll my eyes.
After I left the nightclub party, upset because Kiera told me Drew was famous, he and Adam nearly came to blows; something Drew said had been a long time coming.
My boyfriend, always hot-tempered and quick with the fists.
Of course, this was all caught by someone on their camera phone and leaked to a gossip site. Kiera stood front and center in the photo, all smug that two of Hollywood’s hottest men were fighting because of her. I’m sure it doesn’t matter to Kiera that they weren’t fighting over her, but rather fighting because of what she said and did.
I have no idea why I’m doing this to myself, but here I am in Drew’s dressing room waiting for him to head over to the soundstage to film scenes with Kiera. For some masochistic reason, I’ve decided to watch today, probably because I can’t stomach the thought of her alone with Drew.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Syd?” Drew says to me from his makeup chair where he’s getting the final touches on a bunch of fake scrapes and bruises placed all over his skin.
Sighing, I respond, “Yes, I’m sure. It will be fine. I’m not worried at all.” I paste a fake smile on my face, determined not to let him see how much she bothers me. I’ve already put him through too much to add yet another burden to his plate, stacked high with shit from my life. Plus, there’s no way I’m talking about this in front of the makeup artist.
Drew jumps up from the chair and bounds over to me, smiling playfully. “Do I look all messed up?”
I take in the scabs and black and blue marks on his gorgeous face. “No, you’re just as handsome as ever.”
He grins and gives me a big kiss. “No one’s as beautiful as you, Syd. Ready?” He extends his hand and helps me up from the couch. Steeling myself for whatever lies beyond this room, I accompany Drew to the set.
The soundstage is buzzing with activity today. More so than usual it seems. They’ve made one area look just like the inside of a Depression-era home. Another section is a factory floor, and yet another is a reproduction of a small 1920’s speakeasy.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of a blonde head surrounded by fawning assistants. I think about how very Kiera it seems for her to need people flattering her all day long. Drew heads over to talk to the director, so I grab my usual seat behind the camera crew and settle in, ignoring her.