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

that couldn't happen for several more hours. At least I'd have him standing beside me.
    We had to get through the movie and the interviews before we'd be allowed to retreat to the hotel, when we could finally be alone and I could tell him about what happened with David. My stomach lurched as I worried over his reaction. He would be outraged.
    His eyes searched for me and he smiled when he saw me, but it quickly faded when he saw the look on my face. I knew he could see the angst in my features and he visibly tensed.
    Cade's hand ran through his golden hair again and again as he talked to some of the press on the carpet lined up to interview him, a sure sign that he was agitated as well. He walked a few feet toward me, and put his arm around my waist. Finally.
    He pulled me closer to his side and leaned down to speak in my ear as the cameras began to flash all over again, and the fans increased their din of screams and chants.
    "Brook, are you okay?
    We were both trying to smile for the cameras and I was extremely shaken.
    "Not really. I just had a big fight with David in the car. He threatened to out our relationship to the press. We are so fucked !"
    I smiled stiffly as his arm tightened around my waist as the cameras flashed a million times a second.

 

     
     
    AFTER ALL OF the screaming fans on the carpet and the film had run, we were then ushered into a huge auditorium for the interview session of the premiere.  Brooklyn was still visibly shaken and I was worried about her. I'd never seen her so upset, other than the times we'd had to say goodbye.  I knew crowds made her uneasy. Maybe as much as they did me, but this... well, I knew this was something else.  This had to do with the way David disappeared.  When I'd gotten out of the car, I saw Brook's bodyguards walking away with him, but that was all I knew of what had happened.
    During the photo calls, I wasn't near her alone and couldn’t ask questions. I was going crazy not knowing what happened. Being unable to talk to her was maddening and then the interviews created the same problems.  I was very happy to see her, but the look on her beautiful face scared the hell out of me. 
    She’d been crying and was struggling to calm her breathing for the first twenty minutes on the carpet. I felt her mood as if it were my own.
    When she told me she'd had a fight with David and he was planning on going to the press, I felt a mixture of relief and trepidation.  Maybe it would be a good thing if we didn't have to hide anymore.  I was very private by nature, and didn't feel the need to parade the truth around, but I was sick of the lie. We needed the chance to be together quietly, without having to sneak around, yet not being overly anxious to expose the details.
     Now, I had this new worry. 
    Was she more upset about us being exposed or was she more upset about her fight with David?  Given the fact that she'd devised the little bracelet ploy to let out little hints about us, I doubted it was the former.  Shit, maybe it was both.  Damn it,I wouldn't be able to find out until after the interviews were finished.
    I glanced at Brook as they sat us down on some black leather chairs in front of thousands of screaming girls. I should be flattered by the attention, but really it struck me as annoying. These women didn't even know me and I was the same person that I was when I was in my other films, so what was all the fuss about?
    Brook was shrinking in her chair, visibly cowering from the crowds and the noise. Maybe she was sick. She put on a good front, but it wasn't impenetrable and I could see she was crumbling in the way her shoulders slumped, the paleness of her pained features, and the way she kept running her hands through her hair.
    They had us put on some headphones so that the translators could give us the questions as the crowd asked them.  It all became sort of surreal, a blur of sorts as the questions passed between the three of us and the crowd’s roars