Briana Gaitan [Hollywood Time The One Thing (epub)

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.For the record, I don’t have a drinking problem.“Fine… no more drinking.Besides, I just woke up; do we have to do this now? Can’t the intervention wait for a more convenient time?”“No better time than when you’re feeling the wrath of your actions,” Chase shoots from the doorway.He’s leaning against the wood with a smug look on his face.“Oh shut up, Chase.You drink all the time too.How many nights have you spent at the club getting wasted with Barrett?” I wrinkle my nose at him and stick out my tongue which is followed by a burning sensation shooting up through my sinuses.“What the—” I reach up to my sore nose and feel a small stud on the top of my right nostril.“Oh yeah…” Quinn says.“Apparently you and Jo got a bit wild last night.”I delicately move my fingers around the small stud.Body jewelry? I would never do that! It’s so tacky.Another feeling of dread washes over me.“Were the cameras with her?”“I think so,” Chase tells me.“But it’s okay.I bet your publicist can get the footage destroyed or something.”“Thank God.” I make a whining noise and feel around on my body.I’ve been on Jo’s show more times than I can count, and each time it stirs up some sort of controversy in the media.What else happened last night? All my body parts are still intact.I don’t feel violated in all my intimate areas.Thank God!“You changed a few other things as well…” Quinn grabs a lock of my hair and covers a smirk with her hand.I grab a handheld mirror off my nightstand and hold it up to my face.Besides the diamond stud in my nose, my naturally copper hair is now a fire engine red.“Oh shit.My beautiful hair!” I cry out as I twist the tendrils around my finger.At least it doesn’t make me look that bad, then again, nothing could.“I like it,” Quinn says, putting a hand on my shoulder to calm me.“It’s different, bolder.““I look like a circus freak! Can you fix it?” Quinn went to beauty school, maybe she can lighten it back down.“Your hair is already red, this is just a…new you.”“Did I get any tattoos?” I begin to examine the most obvious places.My shoulders and lower back.“Thank you, Jesus!” I cry out while lifting my face to the sky.No tramp stamps on this chick.I immediately regret raising my voice and press on my forehead to dull the ache.Quinn stands up and walks over to Chase.She gives him a quick peck on the cheek.“I’m gonna go get Ginger some aspirin.”He watches her walk away and as soon as Quinn is out of ear shot, his face spins back towards mine.Chase is a looker, the perfect catch for Quinn.He gets his Hispanic good looks from his Mom’s side of the family, along with an intense family loyalty.“A little privacy?” I demand as I swing my legs over the side of the bed and hold my blanket over my chest.Chase is a friend, we even work together on a soap opera called Timelines, but I still don’t want him to see me in my pajamas.“Oh come on, my dear, I practically saw you naked last night.” He moves closer with a playful look in his eyes and offers to help me up.He isn’t flirting with me.Chase is too far gone with Quinn and their soon to be child to care about me.He’s just trying to be nice.He feels sorry for me which is just as bad.“Quinn was super stressed out last night.You can’t do this again.She needs to be focusing on herself, not worrying about you.”I swallow hard, still unable to recall any memories from the night before.I’m being selfish, I know this.But ask any old reporter.Ginger Teague is an obnoxious bitch who doesn’t care about anyone except herself.But I never wanted to be that way.“What happened? Did I do something….bad? You know, besides mutilate my perfect body?”“No, you didn’t harm anyone if that’s what you mean.”“Thank God,” I practically exhaled the words.I’ve been singing an awful lot of praise this morning.“But…Barrett called me.Apparently, you showed up at his house at one in the morning.The camera was there with Jo.There were words exchanged, things got physical…fortunately we got you before the cops showed up.”A flash.Something tugs at my memory, but I can’t tell if it’s real or something I made up inside my head.Barrett.Yelling.I hit him.I hold up my right hand, sure enough my knuckles are red and hurt like a bitch.“I broke my nails.” I turn over my hand to examine a few of the broken acrylics.“The press is having a field day with this [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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