The Heartbreak Factor - Part Three

Chapter Seventy-Four.

“First on my team, I have the gorgeous and equally as talented, Sammy Jones!” Holly Willoughby announced, resulting in applause coming from the audience. Not knowing what I should do, I sat awkwardly smiling and waving. “And on my left I have the girl who can make a song about anything.. it’s Lucy Spraggan!”

As the camera and audience focused back onto Keith, I sighed a sigh of relief. Sadly, that feeling of relief didn’t last long as Keith said my name.

“Samantha Jones!” Keith said, winking at me.

I sat looking at him. “Oh, God.”

“You can call me God if you want,” he grinned.

“Okay, God,” I laughed, unsure of how to reply.

“Anyway, I’d just like to say you are one scrummy yummy mummy,” he winked again. “How old is your little one now?”

“She’s nearly three months,” I smiled.

“So just a bit younger than you then?” Lucy joked.

“She may be a young mother, but I would definitely smash her back doors in,” Keith winked at me again.

I sat looking at the audience cringing as I laughed. “I’m sure George would have something to say about that though,” Holly said, noticing how uncomfortable I had become.

“That’s right,” Keith said. “You’re dating George Shelley from that boy band, Union J. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, nodding.

“Here’s a photo of you two loved up on The X Factor,” Keith said as a photo of me and George kissing on the Xtra Factor final popped up on the screen behind him. “How adorable,” he laughed. “How old were you both there?”

“I was eighteen and George was nineteen,” I smiled as I began to relax a bit.

“So of legal age then?” he winked. “I bet you were getting it on every night in the X Factor hotel.”

“They were,” Lucy joked, causing me to turn red in embarrassment. “I shared a room with Sammy and they were at it like rabbits.”

I turned to look at her in shock at the lie she had just told. “We weren’t,” I pleaded. “Honestly, I think we did it once.”

Then when it clicked as to what I’d just admitted on national television, I slapped my hand in front of my face and buried my head on the desk in front of me. “Once?” Keith questioned. “Once?! If I was a nineteen year old boy and you were my girlfriend, we’d be at it on the hour every hour.”

“Sorry mum,” I said as I lifted my head up off the desk and looked at the camera.

Keith turned to look at the side stage camera. “George, if you’re watching this, you are a failure to the male species and should be on it like a car bonnet.”

I sat in shock, trying to think of a way to escape it. I knew when I agreed to appear that I was in for this sort of treatment but now I was actually here I had no idea how to react.

“But you two are obviously shagging a lot more now since you’ve had a baby,” Keith said.

“I’m just gonna shut up for the rest of the episode before I blab anymore stuff.”

Keith winked at me before turning to the opposite side of the studio where Nathan and Tom from The Wanted were sat. He interviewed them for a little bit before turning back to me.

As he looked at me with the cheeky little glint in his eyes, I gulped.

“Sammy,” he said. “If you had to, which one would you have a go on?”

I looked at him in disbelief. “This isn’t fair,” I argued, trying to hide the fact I was blushing. “Stop bullying me. I’ve got a boyfriend and baby at home who will be watching this. I’m being bullied.”

“That obviously means she’ll give you both a ride..” Keith joked. “..and probably at the same time.”

He turned to look at me. “I genuinely feel violated,” I said, looking at the camera. “Mummy, come save me.”

“Boys, would you give her a good seeing to?” Keith asked both Nathan and Tom as they looked at me with huge smirks on their faces at my awkwardness.

“I’m not answering that as I’ve met George and the lads from Union J and they’re great lads,” Tom laughed, attempting to end the situation.

“George is a lucky guy though,” Nathan blurted out.

Hitting my head back on the desk, I wanted to sink through the studio floor and crawl into a ball until they had finished filming the whole of the programme.

“Ooh,” Keith grinned, feeding on my reaction of embarrassment as I sat blushing at the end of the table.