More Than Famous (Famous #2) Read Free Page A

whisper. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again! Do you hear me?” I rasped out.
    I angrily moved to the other side of the car as far away from him as possible.
    I struggled to wipe the tears from my face. I was so upset my body was shaking and my voice trembled.
    “You bastard! I was never unfaithful to you, David! I wasn't with Cade until after we broke up!"
    “You fucking expect me to believe that? I saw how he mooned over you!”
    I tried to calm down and get control of my emotions. The crowds screaming outside the car reminded me that I had to go out there and act like a star, despite my inner turmoil.
    "Look, I never wanted to throw it in your face, but you leave me no choice now. I love him , okay? More than I've ever loved anyone! Nothing you say or do will ever change it! Now, I have to step out of this car and put on a happy face in front of thousands of people. I fucking hate you for doing this right now!”
    He sat back in his seat like I had slapped him, and I ran a trembling hand through my hair, trying to take some calming breaths.
    Jesus… what was Cade going to think? It wasn’t like I was going to get a chance to talk to him about it before all of the bullshit started. David hurting me didn't even matter compared to what Cade's reaction to it would be.
    I took out a mirror and wiped the smudges of mascara from under my eyes and retouched my lip gloss, but my face was pale as hell. Martin was already waiting beside the car for me to join him, along with Ruth, my publicist, but thank God, Cade hadn’t arrived yet.
    David tried to reach for me again, but gentler this time. He’d seen this side of me before and he knew I was dead serious. I flinched away from him, my eyes glaring.
    “I want you off of the red carpet. I want you as far away from me as possible, so the fucking minute I get out of this car and join Martin, you will exit and the guys will escort you out. You wanted this to stop, well, it’s stopping. I’m done!” I took another shaky breath.
    “Brook, I’m sorry…,” he began and I put up my hand to stop him.
    "Fucking save it,” I said. "I’m so over this bullshit."
    His expression hardened as he stared at me, dead calm replacing his desperation. “You know, I could totally fuck you up. I could tell the media everything I know about you and Cade, blow this shit wide open. That’s what I should do. What will the world think of their golden boy, then? They’ll think you’re a two-timing whore.” His face was livid.
    “You know what? Go ahead, David. You'd probably be doing Cade and me a huge favor.” Deep down I was scared shitless, but I couldn’t let him see that. “Do your fucking worst.”
    I was shaking as I grabbed the door handle and pushed open the car door. As I stepped out onto the red carpet, I ran my hand through my hair and tried to steady my legs all the while the fans were screaming around me. It took effort not to fall apart.
    I felt myself literally crumbling, not ready for any of this; especially after the scene in the car.
    Martin came to me and put his arm around me. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" He could see the stress on my face as I struggled not to cry. I bit my lip and nodded, feeling tears threaten again, and shoved my hands in the pockets of the black leather jacket I wore over my dress.
    I inhaled deeply, blowing it out as Cade's car pulled up on one side of me, while David was being escorted out on the other.
    Talk about fucking irony .
    The minute Cade opened his door the screams increased by a hundred decibels, and my hungry eyes sought him out. He was as gorgeous as ever, and my aching heart screamed for me to run into his arms. God, I need him right now .
    I stepped back with Martin to wait as he cleared the car and tried to get control of my emotions.
    I hadn't seen him in ten days. It felt like ten years, especially when I was feeling so fragile. I wanted to feel his strong arms around me, and his passionate kisses on my mouth, but knew