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By:Samantha Towle

He swipes his finger over his screen and turns his phone to me again. There’s a picture of Piper, looking tearful.



“Vaughn’s alcoholism and constant womanizing pushed me into Cain’s arms,” a tearful Piper said. “Vaughn has a vicious temper.”

“You were scared of him?”

“Yes,” she answered softly, head bowed.

“Did Vaughn ever hit you?”


So, ladies and gentlemen, when Piper was faced with a violent alcoholic who cheated as much as Vaughn West did, then I guess it is understandable that she sought solace in another man’s arms.

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“That lying bitch,” I seethe, my hands curling into fists. “I never touched her.”

“I know that, but you hit Cain with the world watching.”

“Come on, Jack, you would have hit him if you were in my situation. Anyone would have.”

“You’re right, but it’s easy to twist and manipulate things to look differently, and Piper’s proven she’s good at lying. Then, there’s your behavior as of late—the drinking and the women. It’s giving Piper’s people the tools to swing this however they want. Piper is getting sympathy by bringing you down. It’s not too late to stop it, but we need to take action now, Vaughn.

“I’ve let you have your time to be hurt and angry, but it’s enough now. I need you to clean yourself up. I need you out of the press for whom you’re fucking and back in it for what you’re working on next. You want revenge for what they did to you, Vaughn? Then, revenge is cleaning yourself up and getting back to work, stepping over them and climbing right back to the top.”

He’s right.

I know he’s right.

This isn’t me. Who I want to be.

But I’ve never been hurt like this before. It’s almost like I don’t know what to do with the hurt, so I ignore it, and when it becomes too much to ignore, I drink and fuck it away…until it comes back, and then I rinse and repeat.

Piper’s betrayal hurt. But Cain’s betrayal hurt way more.

He was my friend for ten years. I would’ve taken a bullet for the guy.

And he slept with my girlfriend.

I almost laugh out loud at the cliché of it.

Best friend fucks girlfriend for months under the nose of the boyfriend, and he has no clue.

Happens all the time.

But, when you’re a celebrity, then it’s the juiciest story of the decade. A story that just won’t fucking go away.

To the fans and press, I’m the wounded animal.


Poor Vaughn.

It’s the pity and apathy that drive me fucking insane.

But no more. Jack’s right.

Arms folded, I lean my back against the window. “So, what do you have in mind?”

Jack smiles. “You have an offer.”

“For what?”

“More like from whom.” His smile widens, making me stand up straighter. “Evans.”

My heart stops. “Brandon Evans?”

“The one and only.”

“Holy fuck.”

Brandon Evans is the hottest director around at the moment. Everyone wants to work with him.

“What’s the movie?”

“The Lament. It’s a gangland thriller. Think Goodfellas 2017.”

“What’s the part?”

“Lead. Drew Asher, heir to the Asher family. It’s a great fucking script. Brandon wrote the part with you in mind.”

“You’re shitting me.” I’m almost breathless. My insides are lighting up like the sky on the Fourth of July. “Did you know?”

He shakes his head. “You know Brandon keeps things tight to his chest. I got the call just last night. There’s no doubt that he wants you for the part, but he has reservations, Vaughn…your recent behavior.”

“I’ll sort it out. Clean up my act.”

My heart is drumming, my pulse thrumming. I feel alive, like I haven’t felt in a long while.

This is the part I’ve been dreaming of. This could take me up to the next step. From the hot movie star to serious actor, like DiCaprio did with his career.

“This could be it, Vaughn,” Jack says, excitement in his voice. “This could put you at the top with no way of ever coming down. I’ll do the work at my end to get rid of the shit the press has been saying about you, but you have to keep your nose clean in the meantime. No more excessive partying, drinking, or screwing around until the film is released.”

“Consider it done.” I pick up the paper with the phone number that the redhead left behind. I crumple it in my hand and toss it in the trash can.