Whatever It Takes

Chapter 3

Michelle woke up feeling like a bunch of six year old were banging pots and pans directly over her. She groaned and rolled onto her back, clutching the pillow tigher. She rolled over once more and slowly rose up and noticed that she wasn't in her bedroom but a hotel suite. "What the..."

She noticed that she was wearing her bra and panties and looked around trying to find whoever she might've hooked up with. After grabbing her clothes and hastily getting dressed she realized that she was alone in the room and wanted to get the hell out of the hotel as quickly as possible. She needed something for the hangover ASAP.

When she reached the lobby chaos erupted. People with cameras were shouting as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. They called her name and flashes went off from the cameras. What the hell?

"Michelle! Michelle!"

"How do you know Thomas Augusto?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"How long have you been together?"

"Is it true your having his baby?"

The paparazzi was surrounding her as if they were sharks and she was dinner. "Go away!" She yelled at him. "I don't know what your talking about."

Someone tall and muscular gripped her by the elbow. His dark hair was cut short almost like a guy would have if he was in the military. He stepped in front of Michelle but turned around briefly just to tell her to keep close and stay behind him.

She weakly nodded and kept close to him. He was heading towards the front door to the hotel. Good. As soon as she was out of the doors she would hail a cab and get home. Parked right outside the door was a black SUV with tinted windows and her personal shield was heading right towards it.

"Oh my gosh! Are you trying to kidnap me?!"

He laughed but didn't say anything which only confirmed her suspicions. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She could make a break for it. He wasn't holding her and she would probably have a good three seconds of a head start if she could only move her feet.

"Thomas in inside the vehicle. He wants to speak to you and we will take you home."

"Thomas? As in that guy the paparazzi was referring to?"

He nodded. "He said you met at a bar."

"He's famous?"

He nodded again before he opened the door and Michelle stepped inside the SUV to find Thomas sitting next to her.

"Hey," she said. "Um, I really don't know what to say."

"It's alright. I think last night we both drank a little too much and we stopped before anything could happen."

She took a deep breath. "Yeah, you did. I can't believe your famous though..."

Thomas laughed. "Yeah, well it's not something I don't advertise."

"Probably for good reason so you don't have people trying to get close to you for the wrong reasons."

"That's part of it."

"So..." Michelle began. She didn't know where the conversation was going and it was awkward that a famous guy almost saw her naked and she basically came onto him.

"The tabloids and stuff are saying that were together and making crap up like they always do." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "It will blow over in a few days."

"And if it doesn't?"

"It will."

She swallowed the lump in her throat which was cotton ball dry. "So I'll just lay for a few days and not leave my place?"