The Stars Trilogy Read Free

say she looked like a blown up sex doll, but he kept that to himself. He couldn’t blame the poor girl for having loud but expensive taste in clothing. This was her first experience of the super A-list crowd, the ones who sat in the first three rows and occupied the special tables.
    “You look beautiful.”
    She leaned and air kissed him on the lips with a “mwah!”
    “Sorry, hunny, I love kissing you but you know, my lipstick. I want to have a perfect smile for the cameras. Plus I’d smear some on you, too and it won’t look good in the pictures, right?”
    Thank fuck for that and don’t you fucking touch ME. Your privilege has expired.
    He sighed discreetly. He really had to stay off of the young bubble heads, but they won’t stay away from him. They were always lining up at his hotel rooms and movie sets. If his mansion wasn’t fortified with an almost 2-story, solid iron gate and concrete perimeter walls, they would have invaded it long ago.
    “You think this dress will land on People’s Best-Dressed?”
    Try the other group, sweetie. He wished this little thing will meet some other guy tonight so she won’t be too heartbroken when he’d tell her later not to see him anymore. He’d gladly give her a great review in the sack so she’d snag her next benefactor.
    “Well?” she persisted.
    He had to remind himself that this was their last night together. He smiled at her indulgently. “You’re the queen of the night in my book, sweetie. You know why? You’re with the king.”
    The smile she gave him was so radiant and adoring he already felt guilty he’d be putting a damper on her grandest night in a few hours. He almost extended their stay together for another day.
    He was saved from committing a colossal stupidity and twenty-four hours of added boredom by his bodyguard.
    Cruz opened the door and he stepped out of the limo.
    Cameras went crazy. He plastered a practiced megastar smile on his face and waved at the frenzied crowd lining up the railings that bordered the wide and long stretch of red carpet leading to the venue’s entrance. The press occupied one side and the selected fans that were able to get bleacher tickets were on the other side.
    “Dare! Over here! Dare!”
    “Look here, Dare! One smile! You look awesome!”
    “Dare! Talk to me! Over here!”
    “Dare! I love you! Oh my God, Dare!”
    He bent to assist Taylor out of the Bentley.
    A minute later, they were posing for a hundred cameras.
    He left Taylor to enjoy the spotlight.
    He spotted George Clooney and walked up to him. They’d been friends for a few years now and they recently made a movie together that George directed, earning them both acclaim from the critics. George was also competing for the best actor category tonight in a movie that he also produced. George was the total package, the Renaissance man who can do anything in Hollywood.
    How he admired and envied the fucker. But he’d get there, too. Directing was a natural progression for most seasoned actors but it required another level of discipline. For the past two years, he’d been training with some of his director friends. Yup, he was taking it from the best players in the biz. He;d slowed down from acting and put in the time doing documentaries and short films. Soon, he’d be ready to direct his own full-length movie.
    He exchanged a few pleasant words with George and went to greet Brad and Angie who were chatting with Clint Eastwood and Helen Mirren. He deliberately did this without Taylor by his side lest his esteemed colleagues in the biz would start thinking he was going serious with her. As it was, he was still very much married. To the public, Taylor and him were just casual friends, for lack of other polite words to euphemize fuck buddies.
    Kelsey had been hounding him to finish his association with Taylor ASAP. His manager and publicist was a mean shark who meant business all the time. Kelsey did not mince words, too in their phone conversation last