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“Get your ass in the bedroom and I want you naked by the time I get there.”
I smile as she jumps up and runs away laughing.
I know she’s trying to distract me and make this easier for me, and I love her for it. I let her because fucking this woman is never a hardship.
We spend the afternoon in bed and then get ready to go. Amelia looks stunning in a floaty yellow wrap dress that does amazing things for her tits and couples it with open-toe boots and a black leather jacket. We’re shown to our seats, which are at the front, and I can feel Amelia’s nerves as people whisper around us. The media storm has died down, but we’re recognized a lot more than we ever wanted and it makes me angry all over again. We never wanted this but we would have dealt with it for Xander. We knew being with him in our situation would attract attention. For him, we would have stomached it but the way it went down is a bitter pill that still sticks in my throat.
I cup her chin and turn her to face me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her face softens, her lips parting and I kiss her, pouring everything I feel into that kiss before I pull away and she grins.
“If that’s the reaction this dress gets, I’m getting one in every color.”
“It’s not the dress, it’s you.”
The lights flicker and soon we’re being led through some kind of drill by a warm-up act. The host, Molly Sanders, is being touted as the next Oprah. I’ve seen her show a few times and it’s good. She’s a tough interviewer and doesn’t shy away from the hard questions. Before we know it, the music is playing and Molly is on the set.
“Boy, do we have a show for you tonight. My first guest has been all over the media lately and not for his movies. Please welcome Xander Reynolds.”
My gut tightens as we all clap and Amelia leans into me as Xander walks on set. He looks hot in dark pants, a white shirt, and a matching dark vest, his sleeves rolled to his muscular forearms. I hear Amelia’s intake of breath and know she’s feeling the same way as I am. An ache in my chest from missing him, a longing that’s a physical pain.
“Xander, good to see you.”
Xander takes a seat and looks out at the audience with a smile, his eyes searching until they find us and I see his shoulders relax. What is it about tonight that makes it so important for us to be here?
She leads him through a few warm-up questions. He’s relaxed and the audience loves him. He is charming, personable, sexy, and he exudes a new confidence that wasn’t there before.
“So life has been interesting for you these last few weeks. Tell us about that.”
He looks at us and Amelia reaches for my hand.
“Well, earlier this year I met an amazing woman and from the first moment, I was captivated. She was beautiful, sexy, the smartest person I’ve ever met, and we hit it off. Being with her was easy. It was like finding a home.”
“You’re talking about Amelia Stone.”
He nods and I feel Amelia grip me harder as his eyes come to her.
“Yes. I fell head over heels for her. But not just her. A few years ago, I met a man named Beck Goldsmith. He was handsome, charming, and a gifted surgeon.”
“You mean Beckham Goldsmith, the heart surgeon?”
“I do, yes. The night I met him he saved my life.”
“Wow, can you elaborate?”
My heart is hammering in my chest so hard it’s a wonder people can’t hear it. This is his worst nightmare, and he’s exposing it for the world to see.
“I hurt myself on set and got addicted to Oxy. The night we met, I’d overdosed and would have died if he hadn’t been there. He got me into rehab and I got clean.”
“Congratulations.”
Xander smiles and I can feel the silence, the audience is eating this up.
“I’ve been clean since. It turns out Beck was Amelia’s best friend since they were kids, but I could see the way he looked at her.”
I can feel eyes on us now and I don’t know whether to run and get us out of there or stay and hear where this is going.
“He loved her,” Molly says with fake compassion.
