He's the One by Katie Price Read Free Book Online Page B

felt that she had to keep back a part of herself and not entirely let down her guard. Cory would catch her looking wistful sometimes. He always asked her what was wrong and what she was thinking. She would make up an excuse; say she was worrying about never getting any acting work. Not entirely a lie, but not entirely the truth.
    One Saturday night six weeks after their first meeting Cory met her after work. He seemed particularly keyed up and excited about something, but he wouldn’t tell her what it was about until they reached his flat. As soon as they were inside he raced into the kitchen and came back into the living room brandishing a bottle of champagne. ‘I’ll tell you once I’ve opened it. This moment deserves to be toasted, and remembered, because this moment is going to be a turning point, I just know it.’
    She watched as he quickly ripped the gold foil from the bottle of Bollinger and expertly popped the cork. That was the thing about Cory – he constantly came out with declarations like that, which she couldn’t imagine any other man saying. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and there was an openness about him that Liberty found daily more irresistible. He handed her a glass of champagne.
    ‘Come on, Cory! Tell me now!’ she begged him, unable to bear the suspense any longer.
    He grinned. ‘I’ve told my parents that I’m not going back to law school, that I’m staying in the UK and going to art school here. I’ve got an interview at Camberwell next week.’
    ‘Really? Are you sure?’ It was what she’d wanted, butit seemed such a huge step for him. ‘And what about travelling? And going to Australia?’
    ‘I’ve done a load of travelling.’ He put his arms round her. ‘And I’m one hundred per cent certain about this. I’ve never been so certain of anything before. And there’s something else I have to say … and I don’t care if you think it’s too soon, and I’m being too over the top, I have to tell you this. I love you. What do you say to that, Liberty Evans?’ He sounded confident but she could see the anxiety in his eyes.
    She didn’t even have to think about it. ‘I’d say that I love you too.’
    It was an amazing, incredible moment. They drank champagne, made love in the creaky bed, held each other all night. Liberty woke up feeling slightly hungover but blissfully happy, and for the first time ever in her life she felt lucky.
    At home there was more good news when Nina told Liberty that her agent had called and she had a casting in London that afternoon for a new perfume. It was a high-profile campaign, and last-minute because the model the company had originally chosen had pulled out. Liberty was so buoyed up with happiness about Cory that, instead of feeling paralysed with nerves as she had so many times in the past, she breezed into reception feeling confident and looking forward to showing the casting director what she could do. Cory loved her and she loved him! That was all that mattered.
    ‘Hi, I’m here to see Luke Jones for a casting, I’m Liberty Evans,’ she told the young man behind reception. There was a dark-haired man already standing there, drumming his fingers on the desk top impatiently. He glanced at Liberty and then seemed to do a double take.
    ‘So what are you?’ the man addressed her. ‘A model or an actress?’
    She smiled back, not oblivious to the fact that he was very striking-looking, with a handsome, rugged face.
    ‘An actress who has to model.’ No need to tell him that she hadn’t acted in ages and that she currently waited tables.
    He glanced at his watch. ‘I have a bit of time before my next meeting. The guy I was supposed to be seeing here is held up in traffic. How about grabbing a coffee?’
    He was American, with possibly a Californian accent, she thought, and the watch he wore looked expensive.
    ‘I’m in the TV industry and know a fair bit about the acting world. You never know, it might be helpful to you.’
    For a