When
I got my first big break, I was thrilled to be co-starring with the Wyatt Burgess–former childhood star,
charismatic, sexy as hell–and heavily dependent on drugs and alcohol.
I
thought I could handle life with him, and I did for a while. But after his best
friend overdosed outside a nightclub, he spiraled deeper into his addictions.
Desperate, I gave him an ultimatum: the lifestyle or me.
After
ten years of heartache, I’ve carved out a life that makes me feel stable and
content. The last thing I expect is Wyatt Burgess on my television screen,
telling the whole world his biggest regret is losing me.
Now
he’s standing in front of me, forcing me to choose between the comfortable life
I’ve created and the passionate whirlwind that allowing him back into my life
could bring.
But
I wasn’t one hundred percent honest when I left, and I fear he’ll never forgive
me.
Copyright © 2024, Wendy Million
Wyatt
Present Day
I’m sweating.
Profusely. It’s disgusting. I tug at the collar of my freshly pressed shirt and
loosen my tie. I’ll tighten it before I go on set.
Leaning forward on the
couch, I grab my water from the coffee table. Bottles of alcohol line the bar
to the right. A sign encourages everyone to help themselves. There is nothing
worse than wanting a drink, being surrounded by alcohol, and not being able to
have any. I need to be sober for this interview. Ellie will see it.
I grab some candy off
the table and pop it into my mouth, chewing slowly. The greenroom is a weird
shade of lime. Whenever I’m in a green waiting area, I’m always disappointed.
We’re in a creative business—lime isn’t creative; it’s just hard on my eyes. Jackson
Billows, the host of the late-night program, probably thinks the color is
hilarious.
I wiggle my back along
the too-stiff couch. Maybe I’ve been doing this whole scene too long. Few
things in the entertainment business surprise me anymore. Of course, having
this big a stage, a platform for my announcement, is helpful. Surprises may be
few and far between for me personally, but I can still deliver a couple.
“You’re on in five, Mr.
Burgess.” A dark-haired man pops his head into the room.
I nod. Say nothing.
Check my phone again. The few people who understand my plan are reluctantly on
board. A last-minute Break a leg text
rolls in. I turn off my ringer, readjust my tie and collar. My suit jacket is
stifling, but she used to like me suited and booted. Every advantage is
necessary. I’m about to blow up her life.
For ten years, Ellie
has been coordinating her projects and schedule to avoid me. We’ve developed an
unspoken agreement to keep each other and Isaac, my best friend, out of the
press. The weight of his death has remained ours to carry.
Jackson enters from the
hidden side door. “You all right, buddy?” He perches on a chair across from me.
“Sweating like a pig.”
“It’s been ten years,
man. This will be great television, don’t get me wrong, but Ellie is going to
eat your nuts for breakfast tomorrow.”
“I picked you for a
reason, Jack. Don’t let me down.” I drain the rest of my water and wish the
liquid was something much stronger.
“We could have booked
you both on the show. Left you here in the greenroom to sort out your issues in
private.” Jackson stands.
“She’d have canceled.
Whenever she’s gotten wind I’m in the area, her cavalry rides to the rescue. I
even flew to Bermuda and not one person—not one,” I say, holding up a finger,
“would tell me where she lived.”
“What makes you think
she’s going to take any notice of you this time?” he asks.
“She’ll have no
choice.” Certainty washes over me, and I point to my phone. “Finally got her
address. I’m headed to the airport as soon as we’re done.”
“Ten years and you’re
just going to show up on her doorstep? Do you need the public spectacle first?”
He has a point, but if
I go without the spectacle, she’ll slam the door in my face. “I’m trying to
make it impossible for her to say no.”
“I hope that doesn’t
make it hard for her to say yes later.” Jack arches his eyebrows.
Truthfully, I haven’t
thought that far in advance. All I’ve done is organize Operation Get Her to
Talk to Me. The rest will fall into place. A long time ago, I was her
kryptonite. God knows she’s always been mine.
The doors split as we
walk toward the set. Jack heads to the stage and I stand in the wings, waiting
to make my entrance.
By midnight tonight,
she’ll realize I’m done with our unspoken truce.
I’m coming for you, Ellie.
Jackson gives his
rambling introduction, then I strut onto the set. The crowd goes wild, and I
drop into my seat. I adjust my jacket and wave to the audience as the screams
die down.
Jackson’s right about
one thing: Ellie will not take this well.
About
Wendy Million
Wendy
Million is an award-winning author whose contemporary romances about strong
women and troubled men have captivated her loyal readers. She is the author of
the contemporary second-chance romances, When Stars Fall and Miss Matched.
Writing as W. Million, she is the author of the Bellerive Royals series, the
Tucker Billionaires series, and the Little Falls series. When not writing,
Wendy enjoys spending time in or around the water. She lives in Ontario, Canada
with two beautiful daughters, two cute pooches, and one handsome husband (who
is grateful she doesn’t need two of those).
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