I was wide awake now, all tiredness gone, but it almost felt as if I'd never left the set. Our host seemed like such an enigma. His words did not in any way match what you'd expect to come out of the mouth of someone his age. He seemed way too reserved and a whole lot of something else for one who was obviously so young.His stance, the way he studied us without even trying to hide the fact that he was taking our measure, and that cultured tone he used were so unexpected. I almost felt like I was under a microscope, and yet, I didn't sense any real danger, even though, on some level, I got the sense that he would swing into action in the blink of an eye if Ryder or I made the wrong move, whatever that may be.The others that I had met so far of Lyon's squad seemed to go out of their way to make me feel comfortable with their presence, this one didn't seem to care too much whether I was comfortable or not, and I guess I couldn't blame him, we'd just shown up at his home late at night an
They released me. I was a bit skeptical that it could be that easy, so I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to be followed, but all I saw was my shadow in the concrete as I tried to move as fast as I could through the strange streets. My head was finally starting to feel normal again, and my only thought was of getting out of L.A. I was sure no one was going to listen to any explanations I had, and there was no doubt in my mind that Mary and the others would be coming after me.The fear that gripped me with that thought had me pushing myself even harder, even though my body still felt weak from my time in the hospital. I needed a place to lay low and some time to think about everything that had happened today and was happening now.I'll deal with my marriage situation later, but right now, I need to stay alive. I didn't know where I was when I looked around, but it didn't matter; as long as I found a place to lay low for a day or so, I'd be able to get myself out of here and som
"Where are you? Have you seen this?""What? Did something happen?" I was barely awake when Sydney called, still caught in the throes of sleepy pleasure after the morning and night Ryder and I had spent together.I felt the aches and pains as I tried to sit up in bed and couldn't help the smile that flitted across my face. I was almost afraid to be this happy or to admit to myself that our time together was so much better this time around than the last.Don't get me wrong, our relationship had lots of good times, but the bad somehow had grown to overshadow them. But this time, for some reason, I feel it deep inside that things are different. That he is, we are.Of course, we've grown, but it's almost as if he's a different person. I can't say that I'd imagined him becoming the man he is today, and though I wouldn't wish the last five years on my worst enemy, a part of me can't help but be grateful in a way for all that we'd gone through, if it meant that we could be here today. It's too
Shit! How did I forget that Sydney, her mom, or anyone else for that matter, might see that stuff play out and get it back to her? Because I knew that Rachel had been the one in charge of her social media and that she'd pretty much stayed away from anything to do with entertainment news in the last five years, I erroneously believed that I could get away with it, but that was stupid.In trying to protect her, I'd overlooked a lot, and now I was teetering on the bridge of something destructive. I can't lie to her, and yet I can't tell her the whole truth. It would be so easy to slip back into my old ways of not giving a damn with anyone else but her. Just the thought of putting her through anything other than happiness makes me sick to my stomach, which I guess is a good thing. A good reminder of what not to do going forward.Lyon and his men make it seem so easy, keeping the darker things in life away from their women, but I'm new to this, and it seems hard as shit starting out the gat
He's up to something or hiding something from me more to the point. It's amazing how easily I'd slipped back into the relationship norms. It wasn't exactly like before, but there are some things that cannot be changed when you know a person almost as well as you know yourself.The changes I see in Ryder are amazing, no doubt, but there's no mistaking what I feel. Because he's been trying so hard, I'm trying my best not to go off the rails and start suspecting him right off the bat, but something is most definitely off.Our weekend came to an end almost too soon, and before I knew it, he was heading back to L.A., and I was due on set in a few hours. Our time together had been way too short, and though we'd spent most of it shut away in our room, we did get the chance to spend some time with our hosts and their amazing triplets.I'm still in amazement that two very young people were so well put together. When Ryder and I were their age, we were still acting like morons, still fighting an
"What's this fucknut up to? It's a given that when one of these assholes starts showing his ass, it means there's something much worse he wants to keep hidden from the world. Knowing what I know about his ilk, I can take a wild guess as to what that might be. I'd bet everything I own that this asshole is involved in kiddie trafficking and, worst.""Who the hell gave Lyon a newspaper?" I was still trying to decipher his rant when Mancini asked that question to the room at large."I don't think anyone gave it to him; it was delivered to the house this morning," Tyler answered."I'm sorry, I must've signed up for some kind of daily subscription." The way they were acting, I felt as if I had committed a crime."Who is he talking about?" I asked Mancini since Lyon was still scowling at the paper."Who knows?""Asshole politicians. Every last one of them was either bullied on the playground, and now they're taking their shit out on the rest of the world, or they were the bullies who never ou
I can't believe I pulled it off. I kept looking over my shoulder each time I came to a stop light, my heart racing and fear threatening to choke me, but the angst was more than acceptable, given the alternative. I'd felt like a sitting duck back in L.A., waiting for someone to break down the door to that shitty little motel room and shoot me every other second.Between that fear and the image in that photo playing through my head on a loop, I barely slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them together and suffered a pain worse than death.It was a remembered pain; one I was very familiar with from back in the day when they were a couple, and I had to watch them together on screen. It was debilitating to be thrown back to that time after all the work I had put in to change things.But this time, it was even worst because I'd tried and failed to gain his love for myself. He'd always have this way of looking at her that anyone with eyes could see the love and admirati
Since I was already down the rabbit hole, I decided I might as well see it all now. I told myself I was in a better place now and more equipped to deal with it, but I underestimated the viciousness of my enemies. Putting aside the stories about how in love Ryder and Janie were, which I now knew were all lies, the lies about me were astounding.My character had been assassinated in ways I couldn't imagine. As someone who's always prided myself on being fair and kind to everyone, seeing those things in print hurt almost as if they'd just been said, even though most of it was from years ago.One of the reasons I'd gone searching was because of something that had been mentioned in the packet I received. Apparently, it wasn't only Janie and her family who had told lies to the press, but Mary and her kids had been on that bandwagon as well, and because I'd taxed Rachel with handling all of my social media accounts, I never got to see any of this until now.There was mention of my mental heal