Breaking Hollywood(91)

Also, five days after I did the live video, I went to a rehab center and stayed there for thirty days.

It was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do.

The first seven days, going through withdrawal, were fucking horrific. And being away from Speedy made it even harder.

But I did it.

And, when I came out, I got myself a therapist to continue on with the counseling I’d received in rehab, and I joined AA, where they assigned me a sponsor.

I’m now one year and ten months clean.

Do I still want to drink?

Every fucking day.

But I fight the urge.

Because I have too much good in my life now to ever go back to using alcohol to make me feel better.

After rehab, I went home and spent a few days with Speedy, and then I went straight into filming the movie. When it was done, I didn’t sign on for any others even though the offers were rolling in, and Gil wanted me to take them up.

Also, I had the issue of Bradford Digby and Sandy White to deal with. While I was in rehab, Martin was able to track down where the bugs had been purchased from and who had made the purchase. Seems Sandy had been stupid enough to pay for them with her credit card. And, with the fact that she’d had access to my apartment, it was enough to contact the police. But, after speaking to the police, they said that it would be hard to make a charge stick, as all they could really potentially charge her with was spying. They advised us to go the civil route and sue her with invasion of privacy. So, my lawyers slapped her and Digby with a lawsuit.

Surprisingly, Digby settled out of court—for both him and Sandy. It shocked the fuck out of me when the offer came through. I’d like to think he grew a conscience, but I highly doubt it. The bastard just didn’t want to have the negative publicity, especially after all the support I had been receiving.

Part of the deal with Digby was that he would hand over all the recordings made in my apartment, and he would erase any copies he had.

I received them in the form of five USB sticks, filled to the max. I didn’t listen to them. But, that night, Speedy and I had a bonfire on the terrace.

After everything was done, I just wanted to spend some time with my girl. But, first, she wanted me to meet her family, so we flew to New York for a few days, and I met her mom and dad and her brother, Jayce. They’re really great people. Her mom fussed over me and fed me some incredible food. And, don’t tell Speedy I said this, but her mom’s cooking is even better than hers. Her dad and Jayce are really cool, too. They’re both Lakers fans, so we had plenty to talk about.

Then, from New York, we flew straight to the Maldives for our first vacation together. We spent two weeks relaxing, eating, and fucking.

It was awesome.

Then, we came home and threw ourselves into getting the ranch built and setting up Healing the Breaks, using the money from the lawsuit and some of my own along with donations from some celebrity friends of mine.

I also started writing a screenplay.

Yeah, I know I said I was a shit writer, but I took some writing classes. Turns out, I’m not as bad as I thought I was.

I’m writing a screenplay about my life. I have a lot to tell. And doing it has been therapeutic.

I’m almost finished writing it. When it’s done, I’ll give it to Tate to read. It involves him, so he should be the first to read it.

Whether I’ll shop it to any studios or not, I’m not sure. But, for now, I’m glad I’m writing my story.

“Hey there, handsome.”

I turn at the sound of Speedy’s voice, and I nearly choke on the smoke in my lungs.

She looks fucking beautiful.

She always looks beautiful. But, right now…she’s in a silver satin dress with black lace covering my girls, Pinky and Perky. Her hair is tumbling in waves down her back. The black stilettos on her feet will look amazing while wrapped around my back.

She looks hot as fuck.

My cock is standing to attention, ready to get in on some action with my girl.

I quick a glance at my watch. We’ve got ten minutes before the car gets here to take us to dinner. That’s enough time for a quickie.

I stub my cigarette out, put a mint in my mouth, and walk over to her.

“You look gorgeous,” I tell her.

“Right back at ya, babe.” She smiles, pressing her hands to my chest. “And we’re matching.” She tugs gently on my tie.

I’m wearing a fitted black suit, dark gray shirt, and silver tie.

“Yes, we are.” I slide my hands over her hips and grab her ass. “So…we’ve got ten minutes before the car gets here…” I raise a suggestive brow as I lean in and press my mouth to hers.

The sound of the buzzer for the gate has me sighing. “For fuck’s sake.”