Page 125 of Fame and Obsession

“It’s about time you let it out. Fuck, I’m so sorry. No one should have to go through that.”

“I don’t want pity, Julian,” I sob. “I just don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You’re never going to be alone again,” he promises. “Neither of us will.”

He’s right. We’ll have the baby with us for the rest of our lives.

The question is, will we have each other?

* * *

I’m lying next to Julian on the couch, almost asleep, when the front door opens and the cavalry herds in.

“Hey, Romeo, is this a free show or is there a cover?”

Julian opens one eye, then closes it. “Fuck off, Z.”

“Glad to see you two worked things out.” Ty smiles at me. “Nice to see you again, Phoebe.”

I like him. He has a kind, brotherly smile—like he truly cares about Julian’s happiness.

“You too.” I smile back.

Bending to Julian’s ear, I whisper, “Do they know about Vivian?”

He nods, his voice low. “As far as I know, Detective Hough questioned them to verify my alibi, but they’ve all been acting like it’s any other day. I don’t know if they’re in shock or just assholes. Whichever it is, I’m sure they won’t want to talk about it in front of you, no offense.”

It stings, but I understand. I’m still an outsider. Vivian may have been a bitch, but she’d been around way longer than me. Having me witness their grief would just aggravate the situation.

“Look, guys, it’s Phulian. Should we call Blogosphere Daily and give them the scoop?”

At the mention of the online gossip column, I lift my head and lock eyes with Tanna. Her expression holds as much camaraderie as it did the night we met at the club. With her purple hair pulled into those low pigtails, she almost looks her age—if it weren’t for those tightly pressed lips and that narrowed gaze.

At least it’s familiar. She’s staring at me with the same accusing look Helena did. I guess when it comes to protecting Julian, his inner circle closes pretty damn fast.

I’ll always be odd man out.

“Tanna, don’t start shit, all right?” Julian chastises, stretching his arms above his head.

She smirks and swipes something on her phone before handing it to him. “Oh, where’s your sense of humor? It’s all in good fun. I think Phulian is hysterical, don’t you? That writer has one wicked sense of humor.”

“I think she’s a cunt,” I say point-blank.

Tanna just smiles as Julian reads the passage out loud.

Lordess Plays Dirty

Nobody puts Phoebe in a corner—or on film.

It seems that dating Phoebe Ryan has made Julian Bale lose his mind. You all know the drill by now. We, here at BD, have a permanent perch at the Ralston Media building and caught all the action today.

A photog tried to get an innocent picture of our happy Phulian entering the building. What transpired, you ask? Pandemonium. It appears our favorite rock god gets a little antsy about his goddess being photographed by the paps and went all diva-licious on the poor guy. Sources say there won’t be any new Phulian pictures, and our sexy crooner may be singing a different tune soon—to the beat of a restraining order, perhaps?

Also in breaking Phulian news, a little buzz in our ear tells us there may be diapers and bottles on the horizon for the happy couple. Is this true or just a rumor? Comment below and watch for updates. Is Phulian 2.0 on the way?

Keep checking back because we’re watching—everything.

“What the hell?” I blurt out.

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