Silence.
All I could hear was my own breathing and Nat’s soft sobs. What the hell was going on? And how was Jaymeson’s mom involved?
“Told ya so,” Angelica muttered under her breath.
Next thing I knew, Nat was on top of her pulling her hair.
“Aw, hell.” She got a few chunks of dark glossy hair in her claws before I could get her off of Angelica. It’s possible I let her stay on her a bit too long on purpose. The minute I pulled her off, I fell onto Jaymeson, who was clearly still pissed at my brother. So, yeah, it made sense that he needed something to punch. Or someone.
His fist came flying into my jaw.
I fell to the ground. “What the hell, Jaymeson?”
“Get up!” He slapped his hand against the counter.
“When the hell did I leave my old life and step into freaking Gossip Girl!” I stumbled to my feet and launched myself at him, tackling him to the floor.
I could hear Alyssa yelling behind me, Nat crying, Angelica crying. And of course, Alec was gone. Bailed. He’d freaking bailed. And all I could think of as I was punching my best friend in the face and possibly ruining his film career, was that this time, Alec left me to clean up his mess.
Chapter Twenty-five
Alec
I stared at the pill bottle in my hands like it was going to suddenly start talking to me and fix all my problems.
Right.
Pills never fixed anything.
Then again neither did alcohol, or sex, or… well, that list could go on and on and on.
I took a swig of the bottle of champagne I’d grabbed from inside and told myself crying was stupid. It wouldn’t accomplish anything. It probably wouldn’t even make me feel better about being an a**hole.
Nope, all it did was make me feel worse about everything. I was given the perfect opportunity to tell the truth and I blew it. Why the hell didn’t I say something? It was like I froze. Like no matter how badly I wanted to say, “Hey, I think I was drugged last year, and Jaymeson’s mom is a conniving bitch.” I couldn’t. I wouldn’t do that.
Was she innocent?
I had no idea.
But the pictures. Damn those pictures. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned. Who the hell paid her to do that? I slammed my fist against the wall. I knew it was a set up. Ruben had to have known. But how the hell did he know? Angelica? April? I groaned. It looked so ridiculously bad I didn’t even know what to do.
With shaking hands I grabbed Nat’s phone and looked through the rest of the pictures. April had thrown me completely under the bus. Me and Demetri, but why? I couldn’t even deny anything. I was so caught up in my lies, I didn’t know which way was up or down.
The last picture wasn’t one from tonight.
Nope. It was one of the hotel room with April. The one that had been on the newsstand at the airport. When I’d first seen it, it only looked like April in the picture, but in the background I could fuzzily make out my face. It didn’t help matters that there was an unholy amount of pills on the bedside table, or that I was in the room with her.
The headline on that article read. “Ex-wife of multi-million dollar producer does X with rock star Alec Daniels.”
Fan-freaking-tastic.
I’d known I’d felt funny that night. I just didn’t know why. I’d taken X before, but I’d always known I was taking it.
Disgusted with myself, I punched the sand and looked out at the ocean. Everything seemed so calm around me. It was like the universe wasn’t aware that I was smack dab in the middle of a nervous breakdown.
I don’t even know how long I sat there, clenching the sand in my hands. I felt like I didn’t have any options.
What could I have done?
I had no idea Angelica was going to out me on national TV. We signed a waver. No way were they going to edit that shit out. I sighed and began counting waves. Maybe I could regain some sense of control if I counted them, categorized them. Ten minutes, and then twenty went by. I grew sicker as the sky clouded over.
Webisodes. We were filming webisodes, meaning that the episodes were going live almost immediately following. Ruben thought it would be more realistic if it were a live show.
Well.
It was real all right.
“Alec?” Ruben’s voice was too excited and grated on my nerves. A camera crew came bustling down the beach. “Alec, talk to us. Your girlfriend’s in there crying and she’s really upset, what happened?”
I punched the ground. “Ruben, not now. Aren’t you supposed to be gone?”
He shrugged and laughed. “What, you think it’s going to blow over? Maybe it will help if you talk about it. You know, like your brother did when he went to therapy last year.”
“Excuse me?” I jumped to my feet as Ruben backed up further.
“You heard me,” he said calmly. “Your brother was able to go to therapy for almost an entire year. Now look at how great he’s doing. It seems to me you needed the therapy more than he did. Tell us, Alec, how long have you been a sex addict?”
“A what?” I roared. “What the hell, Ruben?”
“Zoom in,” Ruben ordered the camera crew. “A sex addict. How long have you been a sex addict? How long have you been taking ecstasy before you seduce broken women in your bedroom and ruin their lives?”
“What. The. Hell. I would never do that!”
“Pictures.” Ruben held up a cell and handed it to me. “See for yourself.”
I scrolled through more pictures. The first one was the one that was on that stupid gossip magazine. The one that Nat had seen, but the other ones that followed weren’t of me. I was sure of it. The date said last month. Everyone knew I’d been in Seaside last month.
Angelica was in the pictures, next to a guy with dark hair, a guy with the exact, same tattoo on his back. But I swore it wasn’t me. I would never cheat. I would never—
And then I remembered Angelica’s words. “Either way, I win.”
Is this what she meant? She’d set me up either way? Just to get even? And prove a point?
“That isn’t me,” I said softly, channeling my anger at myself instead of everyone else. “I swear it isn’t me.”
“Alec, why don’t you tell us what happened? Once and for all, hmm?”
I looked back at the Beach House, then at Ruben. “I tell the truth and I’m out.”
“You have a contract.”
“You want your story or do you want me?”
Ruben regarded me silently. “The story. If you please.”
The guy seriously had no heart. I mean, we’d established that already, but geez, he was crazy.
“I want to be out of here before they see. Can you do that?” My voice wavered as I said it. I knew it would be goodbye. I knew Nat would hate me forever, but one thing that Ruben said stuck with me. Demetri was the better man. He’d dealt with his shit. I hid mine. I controlled mine. I was the idiot, not him. Maybe it was just me being a guy, but in that moment I refused to put Nat through that. She deserved more, and then maybe one day she would forgive me and find it in her heart to love me again. One thing was for sure, it would take her a hell of a long time to get over this.
But I’d hidden it too long. Protected too many people and kept too many damn secrets.
“I can do that,” Ruben said softly.
“Let’s go.” I walked back toward the Beach House. “I want Nat to be in the confessional, but no one else, okay?”
“Whatever you need.” Ruben smiled triumphantly as I stomped back to the house. I was going to hell, and I was dragging everyone down with me.
****
“What the hell is going on?” Ruben roared once we reached the downstairs.
Demetri was on the floor, blood dripping from his fists. Jaymeson was in the corner with an ice pack against his cheek. Nat and Alyssa were huddled in the corner helping both guys, and Angelica was sitting dejectedly on the couch.
“Fight,” Demetri muttered, rubbing the towel across his bloody hands. “Over, uh—”
“—the last bag of potato chips,” Jaymeson stammered from the corner.
“Is that a tooth?” Ruben pointed to the ground.
“Hey, Ruben found my tooth!” Jaymeson shouted.
Demetri sagged against the wall. “I was hoping it would turn up. Sorry, man.”
Jaymeson waved him off lazily, and retrieved his tooth. “So Ruben, what’s up? Have you come to make us answer more questions from the Fishbowls of Hell?”
I stepped away from Ruben. My presence felt like it took up the entire room as I stood in the middle of it and sighed. “I’m doing my confessional.”
“Confessionals already?” Jaymeson asked, air whistling through his teeth. Geez, Demetri really did do a number on that guy.
“Alec’s doing his early,” Ruben answered.
“Nat.” I held out my shaking hand, but she refused to take it. Instead, she stared blankly at my fingers as if they weren’t just all over her body this morning. “I need you in on this one.” I hoped to God she wouldn’t reject me. Instead, she stood, wiped her hands on her jean shorts and followed me into the confessional room.
I don’t know what it was about reality shows. They always did confessionals, but our show had been different… up until now. The producers would go in with each individual and try to play the cast against each other. At least that’s what it always seemed like.
They wouldn’t have to try tonight.
I sat in the chair in the middle of the room while Nat stood behind the camera crew.
“So, Alec, it’s been a rough night.” Ruben still sounded way too excited to be walking me toward the plank. “Why don’t you tell us about it?” Wanting to wipe the smile off his smug face, I clenched my teeth and looked directly at the camera.
“I screwed up.”
“How so?” Ruben asked.
“I trusted the wrong people. Messed up trying to help those who couldn’t help themselves. I said yes when I should have said no. Really, take your pick.” I smirked at Ruben. “You should know what that’s like, right, Ruben?”
“Pardon?”
“Trusting the wrong people. Saying yes when you should have said no.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shifted on his feet and glanced at the crew, all of whom were looking at him with confusion evident in their eyes.
“Sure you do, Ruben.” I folded my arms across my chest. “After all, I’m guessing the only reason you know about what happened at that film premiere is because Angelica told you. At least her truth. Let me set the record straight.”
“I don’t think—”
“Let him talk. It’s good TV,” the assistant producer urged.
“Yeah, Ruben, let me talk.” I gave him a shit-eating grin and continued. “How do the stories start? Oh right, Once Upon A Time…”
I glanced at Nat. “I was an idiot. We had just come to Seaside to live, and I was somewhat nursing a broken heart… unrequited love and all that.” Tears streamed down Nat’s face as I continued. “I was angry. Angry that I couldn’t forget her, angry that I wanted her, and angry that I was selfish enough to do anything to possess her.”