Lexie, Melissa, and I land at JFK at six in the morning, where we are quickly rushed to our hotel by the private town car waiting outside baggage claim. Lexie walks into the hotel and gets our rooms. The driver gets out to help the staff load the carts with our luggage from the trunk.
"So, you haven't talked to each other yet?" Melissa asks when the car is empty.
I told her about the fight with Jackson. I left out some of the intimate details. "We haven't really been home at the same time. He and Brad are filming all day, and by the time they're both home, I'm in bed asleep. It's okay though, I don't think I'd know what to say." I tell her with a pout
My phone buzzes with a text message:
Kick some ass in New York. Sorry that I've been such a jackass.
Jackson of all people knew how hard this was going to be and his simple text gave me hope that we'd make it through this complicated mess we've created.
Lexie knocks on the window and that is our cue to exit the car. I grab my bag and shove everything inside. The moment the door opens, the paparazzi is in our faces. The hotel staff is out the door and blocking all the cameras in seconds. Everyone will know in minutes that I'm in New York.
I dislike social media for this reason. There is no such thing as privacy anymore.
"Thank you," I whisper to each staff member as I pass them.
More people are standing in the lobby with camera phones and digital cameras in hand. They shout my name and I give them a quick wave. I look towards the elevator bay for the towers, members of their staff are holding the doors for us. The Palace takes care of us.
When the door closes behind us, Lexie hands me my key. "Triplex suite for you and two small corner suites for us nobody's." She laughs handing a key to Melissa and keeping the other for herself.
Melissa opens her planner. "Matthew will be in your room at nine and the first group comes through thirty minutes after that. Each media member gets twenty minutes to interview and then you have a five-minute break between each. The interviews are scheduled to go until four and then we leave right from that for Thomas Sommers. Tomorrow might kill you because we start with the radio at six and do three daytime shows back to back, each with a change of wardrobe. Your brother called and requested dinner with you tonight at Mercer. I told him eight, that way you can change back in your room after Sommers'." She smiles.
The elevator opens on their floor and they both step out with their luggage. I wave my goodbyes and let out a huge sigh. It was nice to finally be alone.
After the staff left my room, I call Brad on set. "Good morning, beautiful." He smiles at the phone.
"How's my boy doing on set?" I ask.
"I'm doing great, really nailing my lines today." He teases. "Oh wait...are you talking about Meeko? I may need to bring him to the set every day since the girls love him. He's getting all the attention and spoiled with kisses. How's our girl doing?"
"Better now. I have about two hours before the madness begins, but I'm having dinner with Nate tonight. He actually scheduled an appointment through Melissa." I giggle.
"You're a big deal these days. Your own brother needs to schedule time with you through your assistant." Brad laughs.
"Shut it." I smile before it forms a frown, "have you seen Jackson?"
"We've crossed paths but haven't gone out together. I think he might have something starting with one of his co-stars."
My eyes sting with tears and I swallow the lump in my throat. I want him to move on...right?
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Romance*** Complete Story*** Avery Weber was Hollywood's new "it" girl and all it took was one big movie to help her get there. She grew up in Upper East Manhattan, attended the finest private schools and got everything she ever asked for - except time wit...
