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“How’s the promotion for the movie going?” I ask him as we watch the game.
“Very well,” he replies. “And I’ve seen you’ve been doing some promotion work of your own.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“That lovely blonde girl,” Victor replies, clicking his fingers to remember her name. “TheBeaumontgirl. It’s all over social media. I couldn’t escape that damn photo of the two of you. I’ve been worried you might upstage me, brother.”
“Oh, I see.Her.”
“I’m sure our mother must be very pleased with herself, setting you two up like that. It was masterful.”
“She’s pleased like you wouldn’t believe,” I say.
“I think I might,” Victor replies. “Regrettably, she’s now turned her attention onto me.”
I let out a chuckle.
“Really? I thought she wouldn’t even touch you with her magic matchmaker wand.”
“Well, she currently is, unfortunately,” Victor replies with an exaggerated eye roll. “Apparently, I need a solid girl to give myself good publicity. Word is starting to spread about my...dalliances. It’s harming my chances of getting that award. The electors like to think you’re a clean-cut American boy to win it and, apparently, I’m drastically straying from that image.”
“You’re still after that Best Actor award?” I ask him.
“Always,” my brother replies with a smirk. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”
It really has been his lifelong obsession.
“I can’t imagine you with a girlfriend,” I mutter. “You’ve always loved your women, especially when there’s more than one.”
“Yes, that is a problem.”
Victor: the international playboy.
We continue to watch the game. I really get into it – it’s hard not to when you’ve got courtside seats to the spectacle. I had a sneaking suspicion that Victor's here simply because it’s a prime location for being photographed by both fans and paparazzi, and not just to give me a good time. He has always been such a showoff actor. I feel like I’ve been roped into his publicity stunt. It’s good for your image to get a photo with your brother, especially when he’s dating a Beaumont.
With the game over, we leave the stadium through the VIP exit.
And just like inside the stadium, there is a whole plague of journalists and paparazzi waiting for us. They swarm toward us, recognizing Victor as a great catch.
Ugh, great.
“I hate the press,” Victor whispers to me as we step forward into the sea of flashing cameras.
“No, you love it,” I reply as I’m blinded by all the photography.
My brother merely winks at me in his cheeky way.
I manage to slink through the crowd. No one truly cares about this Penmayne brother when there is a megastar actor among us. I turn to see Victor holding court in the middle of the press pack like a pro. He’s giving answers to questions with that charming Hollywood smile.
Yeah, it’ll be hard to see him with a long-term girl. She would have to be someone truly special to snare his playboy heart.
I head away from the commotion and toward my car.
And I think about Emma. I haven’t seen her around the hospital for days.
I hope she’s okay...
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