More Than Famous (Famous #2) by Kahlen Aymes Read Free Book Online Page B

since most of the fans would be clamoring to get a glimpse of Cade, and they wouldn't give a rat's ass what I'd be wearing. 
    Frankly, the only reason it mattered to me was because Cade would be looking at me so I always wanted to be as beautiful as possible.
    Ruth and I picked out a midnight blue, strapless gown in silk chiffon that was fitted through the bodice with a flowing skirt that had been tailored so the hem fell perfectly to the floor to brush the top of the strappy high heels.  I knew that a little skin would tantalize and tease Cade, so I'd give him a little taste.  There would be women throwing themselves at him throughout the evening and I wanted to look my best.
    For the past month, he'd been getting thousands of letters from fans begging to meet him, stating their undying love.  He'd teased me, mocking that he didn't find even one love letter from me within the many piles.  I just laughed it off.
    "Even if I did send one, how would you find it in there?  That's Mount Everest!"  I'd shoved him down amongst the piles, and he pulled me with him and we'd ended up making out in the middle of them all.  Take that, fan girls .  I laughed to myself at the memory.
    What worried me more were the half a dozen or so personal notes sent to him through his manager from actresses asking to meet him up with them at the after party at the Armand Hammer Museum.  Pinnacle made it plain that Cade was to socialize at that damn thing, and make sure he appeared unattached . Well, he damn well was attached.
    For the first time, David wasn't going with me, but as far as the world was concerned, he and I were still together.   This wasn't going to be so much fun watching Cade talk and flirt with a lot of the women there, even though I knew it was part of the job. 
    His job.  That's what he called it.  To me it was more.
    The only consolation was Cade had a radio interview pretty early the following morning, so hopefully, he'd have an excuse to leave early before too much socializing with actresses like Roxanne Mason. 
    She'd sent him two notes.  Please . I couldn’t help huffing and rolling my eyes at the thought. Could she be more obvious?
    They particularly pushed Roxanne at Cade because she had a movie coming out from the studio shortly after our movie released.  What a mega-media machine; to have the two leads from two of their movies hook up?  There were plans to have Cade meet her out for coffee and a couple of other ‘dates’ as well.
    I wanted to throw up, and it wasn't nerves over the premiere either. It was particularly grating because the studio was working the “relationship” angle for Roxanne’s movie, but Cade and I had to lie about ours.
    Ruth had the hair stylist put my hair up which was unusual for me but I liked it.  There were little wisps trailing down on either side of my face and my jewelry was simple. That was me; simple, easy, no bullshit and no pretenses.
    After this premiere we'd have the Western European circuit, which would include Munich, France, Berlin, and London, all the first week of December.  That was going to kill us, but at least I'd get some alone time with him then.
    Ruth was fiddling with my hair and shoving a black clutch in my hand as she went over the designers I was wearing. I rolled my eyes as I checked my make-up one last time. 
    "What is that? What who do you have on?"  Her face was stern, insistent as she looked at me.
    "Ruth, come on.  Is this really necessary?  These girls care more about what brand of hair gel Cade uses than whom or what I'm wearing."
    "Brook," she said; her irritation clear.  I sighed.
    "Okay, the dress is Balenciaga, the shoes and purse, are Christiana... Er, somebody or other, and the necklace is Chanel."
    "Don't be flippant.  This shit is important, especially if we think this movie is going to explode as projected.  Your career could take off and you could be the next Angelina Jolie!  We don't need these gossip shows dumping on