Tally pretended not to see as Abbi knelt in front of me, not once, not twice but three times during the eleven hour flight. It was nice at the time, of course, but after arriving into Heathrow at 6am without a wink of sleep, I decided to check into my hotel and get a couple hours of shut eye.
Of course now, three hours later, it’s time to get up and I feel worse than ever. I probably shouldn’t have slept at all.
I grab my phone and punch in Tally’s number.
“Dude, I can’t get up,” I groan. “Postpone the promo shoot, would you? I need to sleep.”
Tally sighs. “Stop acting like your brother. Sin always does this shit to me. Get your ass out of bed, take a cold shower to wake up and get here. You’re already five minutes late.”
He hangs up and I throw my phone. It hits the wall and slides to the floor, apparently unbroken. I should have thrown it harder. Fuck this shit.
As I head into the shower, I grab the room’s phone and dial the front desk.
“Send up a Blood Mary,” I tell them without preamble. “In fact, send two.” I don’t wait for a response before I hang up.
When I step back out of the shower ten minutes later, two icy cold Bloody Marys are waiting for me on the table in my sitting room. I already feel better from the cold water. But the Bloody Marys make me one step closer to human.
Not close enough to deal with Amy’s drama this early, however. Her name flashes on the face of my phone and I wonder if she has already arrived. I vaguely remember Tally saying she’d be a day late.
I let it go to voicemail.
She calls right back.
I let it go to voicemail again.
She’s got to learn that I won’t drop what I’m doing for her. I’ll never do that. I don’t care who she is.
When I’m in the car riding to the set, I listen to her voicemail. In the first one, she’s snotty.
“Dom, where the hell are you? I know you’re on set, so I know you have your phone. Answer it.”
I’m rolling my eyes as I listen to her second message.
“I’m sorry, babe. I was being bitchy. I’m bitchy when I’m tired.” And hungry, anxious, bored, calm, or otherwise, I think. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I can’t wait to see you. I’m getting in later tonight. Let’s have a late dinner, OK? Talk to you soon. Kisses.”
I sigh as I slip my phone back into my jacket pocket.
She’s starting to get clingy. They always do. And I had really thought that with Amy’s prickly personality, she wouldn’t. But here we go. The same old song and dance. I know how it ends and it won’t be pretty. But it won’t end yet. I’ll get what I can out of it while it lasts.
I close my eyes for a few minutes, until the car glides to a stop. I glance at the window and sigh. Fans are already lined up. How they know where I’ll be, I don’t know. This is just a promo shoot, for God’s sake.
But I paste a smile on as I step outside of the car, as the fans scream and faint and try to touch me.
Sign myshirtDominicSignmyboobsDominicCanIkissyouPleaseDominicTakeapicturewithmeDominic!
Dominic! Dominic! I love you, Dominic!
Their voices blend together as security pushes them back and ushers me through the masses, through the sweat and perfume, and into the building. I take a deep breath as we step into the silence and I don’t glance back. I know what I’ll see.
People scrambling to get another glimpse of me, hoping that I’ll come back outside. They don’t even know me, but they think they do because they’ve seen me on-screen so often.
My fans are why I am so successful. I know that. And I appreciate them. I do. But I’m an intensely private person and having people tear at my clothing unnerves me in a way I’d never thought possible.
But in order to avoid looking ungrateful, I grin and pretend it doesn’t bother me. I flash the sexy smile that the world recognizes as mine.
They don’t have to know that it’s a mask, that it’s all an act.
I’m an actor. They should expect it.
*******
“I want to see the Tower of London this time,” Amy demands as she takes a bite of cracker slathered in caviar.
I stare at her. “Aren’t you worried they’ll keep you in it? They’ve confined witches in it before.”
Amy stops chewing for a moment, her blue eyes astonished. Then she laughs.
“You’re such a dick, Dominic,” she chuckles, leaning over the sofa arm to slide her fingers along my cheek. “But that’s why I adore you. You say what you want to say to me.”