Hollywood & Vine (52 page)

I hope so.

T
he dull roar of voices echoed around Anders as he stared at his phone. He’d been on edge ever since he’d left LA. His mood worsened once he arrived at the hotel to find fans screaming questions about Aubrey. Hearing her name tempered his excitement about Josie wanting to see him. Her second text didn’t make him feel any better.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ellis. Your next interview is in five.”

Anders twisted around to the young guy standing behind him with a clipboard clutched to his chest. He lifted his brow when the guy stood unmoving, his mouth hanging open. “Did you need something else? Or are you planning on staring at me like a fucking idiot?” The guy’s jaw snapped shut and his eyes dropped to the floor before he scurried away.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Anders muttered as he rose from his chair. He stretched his back before bending at the waist to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. He needed to shave and get a haircut, but for once his appearance wasn’t at the top of his priorities, at least not since deciding to get his shit together and fight for Josie. He shook his head and pushed his thoughts of second chances out of his mind as prepared for his next interview.

For the rest of the day and through the following morning, Anders shuffled from one interview to the next. As much as he wanted to text Josie, he didn’t want to push. He was having a hard enough time maintaining his composure. Nathan’s constant reminders to keep his cool during the panels with Aubrey only served to piss him off more. He didn’t want to play nice. He wanted to be finished with that part of his life, and the reminder of how different things would be had he never gotten involved with her still haunted him.

Even though Anders had changed in many ways, some things were harder to let go of than others. For example, his habit of placing blame on the shoulders of others, even when he was a willing participant, wasn’t going to vanish overnight.

When it was time for his first panel with Aubrey, he reminded himself that he only had to endure her presence for an hour. Still, he had to bite back a growl when Aubrey walked on stage. Her smile was wide as she waved to the cameras, and when she passed Anders, she let her fingertips trail over his shoulders before pulling out the chair next to him.

“Anders.”

He dipped his chin in her direction before turning his attention back to the audience. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Once he got though their current panel with the press, he’d only have the fan panel left. That was the one that worried him. Nathan had provided the reporters with an approved set of questions, but the fans didn’t have a list. There was nothing stopping them from yelling out whatever they wanted.

As the questions dragged on, Anders soon realized it didn’t matter if he kept quiet. Aubrey wasn’t going to be deterred. She leaned in too close. She dropped her hand over his on the table and tried to lace their fingers. She embellished stories and gave every indication that nothing about their relationship was over. Which was why Anders wasn’t surprised at the end of the interview when a reporter got the courage to broach the subject.

“You two seem to be getting along well after your very public breakup,” the reporter noted. “Does this mean you two are working on reconciling?”

Before Anders could tell the guy to go to hell, Aubrey leaned into her microphone and answered. “Don’t believe everything you read. Some things aren’t as final as they seem.”

“And sometimes, things are exactly how they seem,” Anders shot back, his eyes hard. He looked to the side of the stage where the moderator shifted. “Are we done here?”

When the moderator nodded, Anders pushed his chair back and strode off the stage. He couldn’t say he found Aubrey’s implication they were still together shocking. She’d proven how relentless she could be time and time again.

“What the hell was that?” Aubrey spat.

Anders spun around and took a step back when he realized how close she was. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m trying to sell our movie.”

“No. You’re trying to sell us. I’m telling you right now, I won’t play this fucking game anymore. Stick to the goddamn movie, and quit trying to push your personal agenda. You look desperate and pathetic. It’s fucking embarrassing. Tell me Aubrey,” he murmured.” Do you want me to call us out? Do you want me to tell them just how fake this is?”

“
I wonder how he’ll react when he finds out what you’ve done.”

Aubrey’s spine stiffened. The sound of Josie’s voice echoed in her mind and caused her fists to clench and her stomach to flip. Words tumbled from her mouth before her mind could catch up.

“Can’t you see Josie’s lying? She’s no one, Anders. She’s using you to climb her way to the top.”

Anders’ brow furrowed as he looked at Aubrey’s panic-stricken face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Aubrey should have stopped talking. She should have listened to Anders’ words, but she was too far gone to make sense of his question. In her mind, he knew everything. “Josie just wants you back. I don’t care what she told you about me and Levi. It’s all lies. I’d never set up pictures of us or leak her name. She just wants your attention. She wants you to feel sorry for her because she’s missed her shot.”

Anders’ breath froze cold in his lungs. Her words flew around his brain, spinning a web around his thoughts until he was only able to snatch small bits and pieces. The main parts, though, names like Levi and Josie, and phrases like “it’s all lies” and “leak her name” seared into his brain like a branding iron.

He wanted to demand answers. He wanted her to repeat everything so he could make sure he’d heard her correctly, but he worried she’d realize her mistake. She would clam up and backtrack. Instead he smoothed his face and relaxed his hands. “I didn’t realize you had it in you.” Anders smirked. It was forced, but Aubrey didn’t seem to notice. “She never stood a chance against you. Did she, baby?”

Aubrey froze. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him wide-eyed. Her eyes darted over his face as she tried to get a read on his expression. He seemed relaxed, his face calm. Aubrey’s shoulders dropped, and a hint of a smile played at the corner of her mouth. “You seem relieved.”

“I am.” Anders nodded and stepped toward her. The proximity caused his hands to tense. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fought to stop envisioning wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing until her eyes were bright red with broken blood vessels. She deserved so much worse. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He lifted his hand to her neck and twisted his fingers in her hair. Leaning forward, he tightened his grip until she winced. With his lips brushing the shell of her ear, he spoke, his words no more than a whisper. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Before Aubrey could respond, Anders walked away. Even though she hadn’t said much, Anders knew enough. Levi took the pictures, and Aubrey was behind them all. She was the reason a car almost hit Josie. She arranged the pictures that made him look like a cheater.

He wanted to call Josie. He wanted to ask if she knew what Aubrey had done. His stomach dropped as he remembered Aubrey’s mention of Levi. He wondered if Josie had somehow found out about his involvement and that was why she wanted to talk to him.

His head throbbed. He found a corner to seclude himself in, and over the next several hours he stewed in his own thoughts. The more time he spent dissecting Aubrey’s words, the brighter his anger burned. When a voice rang out behind him telling him it was time for the fan panel, he’d lost all sense of rational thought.

In a haze of anger he walked to the stage, his muscles taut. He tried not to squint from the rapid flashes of the cameras as he nodded and smiled at fans. To the normal observer he seemed the same, but he wasn’t. His blood boiled and his body vibrated as he suffocated from the raw rage bubbling just below the surface.

The room echoed with murmurs as fans’ and reporters’ voices filled the open space. Aubrey took her place next to Anders, but her smile was absent and she didn’t dare touch him. Anders tapped his foot restlessly, the sound of Aubrey’s voice grating on his nerves. When she brushed her fingers against his arm, he snapped his eyes over to hers. The blazing heat from his stare caused her to flinch as if it burned. She dropped her hands and gave him a fake smile, belying the nerves eating through her.

“You’re up,” she whispered.

A slow smile stretched across his face then. His shoulders relaxed and his chin lifted as he swept his tongue across his bottom lip. “Thanks, Aubrey.” The same calm that had washed over him earlier, when he’d learned the truth, fell over him again. It settled thick and heavy around his body, a comforting blanket of retribution.

The moderator cleared her throat and addressed the crowd. “Now we’ll open the floor to questions for Anders.”

Anders scanned the front row of reporters and fans with their hands raised. A slow smile slid across his face when he spotted the reporter from the earlier. Any other time Anders would have passed over him, but Anders noticed how the reporter’s eyes darted between him and Aubrey. He knew the gleam in the man’s eye was because he could tell something was going on and he wanted to expose it. Anders wanted this too, so he had no intention of passing him over. He was going to give the reporter way more than he bargained for. Anders nodded in the reporter’s direction and leaned back in his chair as he waited for his question.

“There was quite a bit of attention surrounding you and Aubrey during filming. Do you think those events led to the name chosen for the film? Do you think the title is appropriate?”

Anders barked out a laugh. The row of reporters smiled nervously. They shifted, fidgeted, and refused to make eye contact. Personal questions were off limits. Even though the reporter dressed his personal question in professional clothes, no one was fooled. Anders’ chuckle tapered off as he grabbed his water bottle and took a sip. Sighing, he sat back and cocked a brow at the reporter. “Do you want to hear a story? Because I have a doozy.”

Several gasps echoed around the room as Anders and the reporter eyed one another. The reporter smiled, slow and sly. “I’ve always loved a good story.”

“Excellent. We’ll start with the easiest part first, the name of the movie. I must admit when I received word
The Double Cross
had been chosen, I was a bit shocked. Like you, I had to wonder if maybe the events taking place in my personal life might have influenced the name. Granted, it is an excellent title and that’s essentially what the movie is about after all. It wasn’t until recently, however, that I realized just how damn perfect it was.”

“How so?” the reported asked.

“Anders,” Aubrey hissed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Anders turned his head in her direction. When he met her gaze, the malicious gleam in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. Turning his attention back to the audience, he continued. “Sorry about that. Now where was I? Oh, right. The title. It couldn’t be more perfect. Two people working toward the same goal who decide to strike a deal, but it’s soon discovered that one of them has other plans.”

Leaning forward, Anders rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands between them. His eyes were wide with excitement as he began to speak. “See, one of the conspirators wants more than their fair share of the spoils and does some pretty underhanded things to get them.”

Anders fell back in his chair and shook his head. “But the difference between deception in movies versus reality is the consequences. Take actors for instance. There are unwritten rules, a kind of mutual respect if you will, that you just don’t mess with.”

“Anders,” Aubrey begged, her voice trembling.

“One of those rules,” Anders snapped, his eyes boring into Aubrey. “Is that you never screw over your costar. You don’t enter a mutual agreement then manipulate the situation until you ruin their life. You act like a professional and do your job.

“Another rule, and I’m sure you all can appreciate this,” he said, motioning to the room full of open-mouthed reporters and fans. “Is that you don’t ever call the paparazzi to set up your costar, and then sell lies to the tabloids. Now don’t get me wrong. I know it happens all the time, but the key is not getting caught.

“The final rule, and I never cared about this rule until recently, is you don’t ruin your costar’s relationship because you’re a jealous, insecure B-list actress.” Anders sighed and ran his hands through his hair as the voices in the room became louder and more insistent.

“When people break these rules and get caught, well… They go on something we call a blacklist.” Looking at the reporter, Anders spoke, his voice dominating and clear. “So you see, this is why the name of the movie is so perfect. Because Aubrey Nash is a walking billboard for double crossing someone who’s supposed to be her partner. She’s a liar and a manipulator. She played a part in wrecking my relationship with the best woman I’ve ever known. Her actions were deliberate and malicious. She acted without my knowledge and was unprofessional on levels that even someone like me finds offensive. That’s why I feel it’s my duty to warn everyone now. Directors, producers, and actors alike, if you work with this woman, make sure you have eyes in the back of your head. Call your wives every day and never give her an in. Don’t give her the opportunity to manipulate a situation because she will rip you apart and watch you burn if she doesn’t get her way. If I’m sure about anything, it’s that I’ll never make that mistake again.”