Taken By The Billionaire(26)

But I had to find out the truth.



“Did you know about Kylie’s fear of spiders?” I began. “Is that why you suggested the addition of that scene? Did Jenny tell you, Alex? Is that what went down?” Alexandra blinked and opened her mouth to speak, probably still only analyzing my second question as I started again. “Why were you half-naked yesterday when Kylie came round, Alex? What was that about? Why did you stay the night? Who put that story to the press? The one about Kylie?”



Then it came to me – an epiphany: “Who the fuck is it in that picture, Alex? Do you know?”



“It’s ME!” she screamed. “All right? It’s me. I did it. I knew about you and Kylie and I was fucking jealous. Don’t you know, Damien? Don’t you know I want you?”



She flung her arms in the air and let it all spill out while I sat there, numb at first until a slow burn of anger ignited into a flame of fury.



“Jenny told me about the spider thing. I wanted Kylie to humiliate herself and for you to throw her off the set. But you didn’t, you were so fucking good about it. Then, when Jenny saw the two of you at her dad’s house – Kylie giving you a blow-job right there in the lounge—”



“What?” I spluttered. “Jenny saw that?”



Alexandra nodded. “Her dad had called her up to try for some kind of reconciliation when you guys all had dinner there. A fucked up idea but Jenny went along with it to try to get between the two of you somehow. She was late for the dinner but walked right in on you two going at it so hard. Kylie had your cock in her mouth and neither of you noticed her. She said she couldn’t stay to see that and so came up with the tabloid idea as a way of splitting you up.”



“And you went along with it?” I gasped, unable to comprehend the scale of Alexandra’s betrayal. “What the fuck were you thinking?”



“I wanted you, Damien!” the loony tune shouted. She poked herself in the chest, her eyes flashing as she snarled like an animal. “I wanted you but that little fucking bitch got her claws into you. I was there every day, right in front of you and you didn’t even notice. She tricked me into letting her in to your office and then stole you away! I would’ve given you head, Damien. I’d do anything for you.”



Alexandra’s chest heaved with emotion, and for a brief moment I felt sorry for her. But what she’d done was beyond the pale.



The anger burst in my chest, white hot fury when I understood that she’d cost me Kylie.



“You know you’re so fucking fired,” I began.



“You can’t do that,” she gasped.



“I fucking can,” I hissed at her, fists clenching on the table top. “You can try to sue me, I don’t give a fuck, and if I see you near my studio or my set again, Alexandra, I swear I’ll fucking swing for you. You’re lucky you’re a woman or I’d be kicking your arse all down Mulholland right now. Get your clothes and get the fuck out of my house.”



“Please, Damien,” she sobbed. “I only wanted you to love me. Please.”



“GET the fuck OUT!” I yelled, the chair toppling behind me as I rose to my feet.



Alexandra fled. She ran out of the kitchen and I heard her crying and rummaging around upstairs until, finally, the front door slammed.



I dressed and drove to the studio. I’d hoped, by some miracle, Kylie would be there, but nobody had seen her and all I got were questions from the crew. They quite rightly wanted to know what was going on, but I didn’t have any answers for them.



“Kylie’s not feeling too good. Take the day off. Come in tomorrow and we’ll start up again from there.”



I got a few looks from the braver guys, people who have been with me for a long time. It was obvious they’d seen the papers or heard about it from somebody else, and since my affair with Kylie was an open secret – well, one that had been blown into the open by the article – they put two and two together and hit the magic number.



Feeling like shit for lying to some good people, loyal people, some were even friends, and with the hangover to contend with on top of all that, I looked all over town for Kylie.



Eventually there was only one more place to look, a place I’d avoided thinking about but where I’d known she’d be all along. It was just that I couldn’t look Roger Clark in the eye. The man must have thought I was a complete arsehole. I’d been sat in his front room with Kylie one night and the next day his daughter turns up distraught, again because of me. That was after upsetting her in Paris. I think if I’d have been Roger Clark I would’ve punched me in the throat as soon as I landed on his doorstep.