A Beautiful Star (Beautiful Series, Book 5) Read Online Free
Author: Lilliana Anderson
trying to show the world that their beloved rocker was nothing but a philandering scumbag.
But things didn’t work out in her favour. The public turned on her more so. She vanished from the public eye, reinventing herself as Lisa Russell.
After that, things were working out for her. She had a great job in the advertising department for the magazine I work for, and she had a great friend in me… a great friend who was the actually catalyst of her current predicament…
“This is all my fault!” I wail into Jonathan’s shoulder, and he turns his body, wrapping his arms tighter around me as he runs his hand gently over the length of my hair. “I made her go and interview Marcus for me. I was worried he’d recognise me so I begged her to go in my place. Then he pursued her. Then…then… then this!” I cry.
“This isn’t your fault, Sandra. If this is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the source all this. I’m the one who treated Leisil the wrong way.”
“Lisa. Her name is Lisa now.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He places his hands on my shoulders and pulls away from me slightly, looking down at me from his six feet of lean, sun kissed, typical Aussie male body. Then he cups my face and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “I’m so sorry you were caught up in this. I’m going to help you, OK? It looks like the press has taken off after Marcus. But they’ll most likely be back for me. So I’ll help you with this mess and call someone to watch over the place and repair the window. But I think we should get out of here for tonight, OK? Just until this story hits the papers and the noise dies down.”
Looking up at him, I nod, feeling numb after such a crazy twenty-four hours. Maybe I’ve been too hard on Jonathan. Perhaps he isn’t as bad as all the other stars I’ve met. Maybe he really does just want to help…
Chapter 6
“You know, I could probably just go home. Or go to my mother’s house…” I say as I’m ushered into the largest hotel suite I’ve ever seen. It looks more like a small apartment than a hotel room.
I didn’t even know they had rooms like this for hire.
“Just trust me on this. You don’t want to be out there. They know where you live and they saw you with me. If they’re not online already, your photos are going to be all over the papers tomorrow, right alongside Marcus and Leisil.”
“Lisa,” I correct him again.
He reaches down and lifts the bottle of champagne that is sitting in a bucket of ice on the bar. “Sorry–Lisa. Do you want some?” he asks, lifting the bottle up for me to see.
I shake my head. “No thank you.”
“It will just go to waste…”
I roll my eyes. “Fine,” I concede, moving to the other side of the granite bar where I slide onto the stool and continue to look around the giant suite. “So is this where you bring your women?” I ask, knowing that Jonathan is once again engaged but still well known for being fairly free with who he spends his nights with.
Handing me a glass, he meets my eyes, a hint of discomfort within his. “I have an open reservation here, yes,” he admits.
I take a sip of the expensive liquid, enjoying the dry sweetness as the bubbles dance over my tongue. “And how does your fiancée feel about that?”
He sips at his own glass, dropping his eyes as he places it on the bar and smiles. “You can tell you’re a reporter,” he comments with a shake of his head. “I should have thought about that before I brought you here. Is this all going to be on the record?”
“I’m not that kind of reporter. I do assigned stories, not gossip columns. And you’re evading my question.”
He lifts his glass again and tips it back, draining the contents before refilling it, the bubbles rising to the top of the tall thin glass before settling down so he can add more. “If you must know, my fiancée cares only about status and money. In her own words–‘I don’t care what you do, as long as you
But things didn’t work out in her favour. The public turned on her more so. She vanished from the public eye, reinventing herself as Lisa Russell.
After that, things were working out for her. She had a great job in the advertising department for the magazine I work for, and she had a great friend in me… a great friend who was the actually catalyst of her current predicament…
“This is all my fault!” I wail into Jonathan’s shoulder, and he turns his body, wrapping his arms tighter around me as he runs his hand gently over the length of my hair. “I made her go and interview Marcus for me. I was worried he’d recognise me so I begged her to go in my place. Then he pursued her. Then…then… then this!” I cry.
“This isn’t your fault, Sandra. If this is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the source all this. I’m the one who treated Leisil the wrong way.”
“Lisa. Her name is Lisa now.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He places his hands on my shoulders and pulls away from me slightly, looking down at me from his six feet of lean, sun kissed, typical Aussie male body. Then he cups my face and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “I’m so sorry you were caught up in this. I’m going to help you, OK? It looks like the press has taken off after Marcus. But they’ll most likely be back for me. So I’ll help you with this mess and call someone to watch over the place and repair the window. But I think we should get out of here for tonight, OK? Just until this story hits the papers and the noise dies down.”
Looking up at him, I nod, feeling numb after such a crazy twenty-four hours. Maybe I’ve been too hard on Jonathan. Perhaps he isn’t as bad as all the other stars I’ve met. Maybe he really does just want to help…
Chapter 6
“You know, I could probably just go home. Or go to my mother’s house…” I say as I’m ushered into the largest hotel suite I’ve ever seen. It looks more like a small apartment than a hotel room.
I didn’t even know they had rooms like this for hire.
“Just trust me on this. You don’t want to be out there. They know where you live and they saw you with me. If they’re not online already, your photos are going to be all over the papers tomorrow, right alongside Marcus and Leisil.”
“Lisa,” I correct him again.
He reaches down and lifts the bottle of champagne that is sitting in a bucket of ice on the bar. “Sorry–Lisa. Do you want some?” he asks, lifting the bottle up for me to see.
I shake my head. “No thank you.”
“It will just go to waste…”
I roll my eyes. “Fine,” I concede, moving to the other side of the granite bar where I slide onto the stool and continue to look around the giant suite. “So is this where you bring your women?” I ask, knowing that Jonathan is once again engaged but still well known for being fairly free with who he spends his nights with.
Handing me a glass, he meets my eyes, a hint of discomfort within his. “I have an open reservation here, yes,” he admits.
I take a sip of the expensive liquid, enjoying the dry sweetness as the bubbles dance over my tongue. “And how does your fiancée feel about that?”
He sips at his own glass, dropping his eyes as he places it on the bar and smiles. “You can tell you’re a reporter,” he comments with a shake of his head. “I should have thought about that before I brought you here. Is this all going to be on the record?”
“I’m not that kind of reporter. I do assigned stories, not gossip columns. And you’re evading my question.”
He lifts his glass again and tips it back, draining the contents before refilling it, the bubbles rising to the top of the tall thin glass before settling down so he can add more. “If you must know, my fiancée cares only about status and money. In her own words–‘I don’t care what you do, as long as you
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