The Price of Fame
TV, freezing at the sight before her. She triple checked to make sure her DVD player hadn’t been switched on.
    He’d lied to her. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she used the dishtowel to wipe her eyes. Her heart sank, and her body felt heavy at Markus’ betrayal. Kylie watched as snapshots of them together came up, along with the bad footage the old couple had taken for them. Starting to feel sick, she ran to her bathroom and emptied her stomach before she crawled to her bedroom, where she sat, feeling numb. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, move.
    Her brain went wild with crazy thoughts. Why would Markus do this? He knew she wasn’t one for attention. He knew she didn’t want that song released. It was supposed to be for her ears only.
    Kylie didn’t know how long she sat there in a trance-like state. She didn’t come around until Gemma and James both came in, arguing with each other.
    “She should get her passport and go to him.” Gemma glared at James, who snorted.
    “No way is she going wherever in hell that dickhead is. I got bombarded with media calls, and I know you did too. Kylie hates being in the spotlight.”
    “She does your charity gigs for you just fine.”
    “You don’t see her before she goes on. It takes hours to calm and soothe her.”
    She turned to face them and yelled, “Shut up, both of you!” They stared at her, both mumbling apologies.
    Gemma wrapped her arms around Kylie. “How about you go get a shower, and we’ll all go for a walk along the beach? I’ll even put up with that idiot over there for a while.”
    Staring at her two closest friends, she nodded and slowly walked to the bathroom.
    After her shower, she felt more herself and was surprised to find James and Gemma not arguing but opening her curtains and getting Buddha ready for his walk. James handed her a bottle of water, and they all walked out of her house. When they headed opposite the direction she usually went, she wondered what they were up to.
    After a couple of minutes, she figured out they were taking her to another beach. They were avoiding the beach that was now famous, thanks to Markus.
    Gemma finally broke the silence. “Maybe something happened, and it was leaked without his permission. It is a hot song.” Gemma nudged her and smiled. “Wow, I didn’t know he could sing like that. I love the accent.” Gemma stopped when Kylie shot her a glare.
    James snarled. “Shut it, Gemma. He shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”
    This time Kylie shot the glare at James. “Look, just shut up about it, both of you.” She felt bad for snapping at them when they were trying to cheer her up. “Let’s go out tonight. I have to get out of the house. I need to not think about it all for a while.”
    Gemma let out a moan. “I wish I could, but I have to work. Crap, don’t worry, I’ll get out of it—”
    James butted in. “It’s okay. Go to work. I can go, Kylie. I just have to move things around, but it will be cool. Dinner, movie, sound good?”
    Kylie smiled at her friends, feeling better for the first time in days.
    * * * *
    Kylie was feeling human again. She’d been to dinner and gone to a movie and was now cuddling James on her sofa, laughing about stuff they’d done and the new gossip going around the dancing circuit.
    “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready to start dating again.”
    Her laughter died, and she sat up, moving to face James.
    “I didn’t think you were this serious with this guy. I haven’t seen anyone since you said you were interested in a man a few weeks ago.”
    She froze as he leaned in and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
    “There’s a reason I haven’t slept with anybody else. It’s because I’ve been waiting for you. I love you, Kylie.”
    James’ mouth came down on hers as she let out a shocked gasp. His tongue snuck in, and he moved her onto his lap, which spurred her into action. Pushing against his chest, she detached her mouth and slapped his face.
    She

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