The knowledge of my part in this cools my anger, leaving crashing guilt in its wake. “I went along with it, I admit, but it was his idea. “Oh please, Audrey, show me the fucking courtesy of honesty at this point.” It wasn’t me, it was all Andy,” she tries. Or so I thought.Īfter everything, I’m still finding it hard to believe Audrey’s lied to me like this. She was a friend, and at times something more. Ever since our contrived romance began years ago, brokered out of a movie franchise to keep the fans engaged in the love story. I grit my teeth against the instinctual urge to comfort and protect her like I always have. She shakes her head vehemently, a tear streaking down her cheek. “Or does Sheila already know, Audrey? Was she in on this pregnancy hoax? Was this part of your team ‘management’ of poor fucking clueless Jack Eversea?” My voice is harsh, like I just screamed it hoarse. She is standing there unmoving, I guess unsure of what to do since I snapped. The mention of Sheila, my publicist, causes me to look up and stare Audrey straight in the eyes. Girlfriend? Audrey may be my contractual girlfriend, but our relationship just had its final death throe. Andy’s smug face as he congratulated himself on keeping me in line by faking my girlfriend’s pregnancy. I’ve never trusted that little fucker.” He jerks his head after the agent I just fired. “We need to get Sheila on the phone, like, yesterday. He strides to stand beside me, the only friend I seem to have right now. My heart is pounding, my hand is throbbing, and my stomach is roiling, but I don’t move. The sound of the front door slamming after Andy seems to jar everyone into action.

Eversea by natasha boyd