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The second photo, presumably taken from their London hotel’s security feed, depicts the couple embracing in a hotel hallway, and according to an anonymous hotel worker, the couple are also sharing a hotel room while on their press tour.
To their diehard#Willenfans, these leaked photos only further confirm their romantic entanglement.
Captain Commanderopens nationwide on December 10th and worldwide on December 15th.
Studio 67, the studio behind the film, reports that advanced ticket sales have hit stratospheric heights ahead of Friday’s opening day. We wouldn’t expect anything less from this superhero dynamic duo.
Neither Sutton nor Radford’s representatives were available for comment.
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Carlisle
Slamming my laptop shut, I throw it onto the couch in disgust. Disgust at myself for giving into temptation and committing the cardinal sin when dating a celebrity—googling Ben’s name—and disgust at what I found when I did it.
I’d mentally prepared myself to see plenty of photos of Ben and Willa together in public, but I didn’t expect to find personal, candid photos of them. Snuggling on the plane. Hugging in a hotel hallway.
Those images upset me because they're snapshots of Ben and Willa acting like a couple in love when they didn’t need to be. Those photos were taken in private spaces where they could drop the guise of being in a relationship.
But they didn’t and that hurts.
I can only hope that they were staged photos planted by the movie studio to authenticate their relationship.
But even more concerning—why did the article say that Ben and Willa are sharing a hotel room? That can’t be true. Surely, Ben would have told me if it was. It’s got to be another detail added for the media’s benefit.
But what if it’s not?
“Ugh! I’m so over this and it’s barely even started,” I grumble to Harper. I grab another truffle from the box of chocolates Ben sent me, smashing it into my mouth as I let out a small groan to release my dissatisfaction. But then my groan turns into a moan because these truffles are freaking delicious.
Harper pats my knee to soothe me. “I know it sucks. But I’m sure it isn’t what it looks like.”
My phone lights up with a FaceTime request from Ben. Eagerly, I grab it and stalk into my room to speak to him privately.
“Babe!” He exclaims, his handsome face breaking into a huge smile. “It’s so good to see you.”
Despite my frustration and fears, I find myself smiling back at him. It’s good to see his face too. “Hey you. I missed that ugly mug of yours.”
“I miss you too, babe. How are things?”
My smile slips from my lips. “They were okay, but then I saw the photos—"
“Shit, I’m sorry, Carlisle. I don’t know who took them or who leaked them, but I’m pissed. We were on a chartered plane with only the cast and studio employees, so we literally have a snake on the plane.” When I don’t smile at his dumb movie joke, Ben grimaces apologetically. “And don’t get me started on the fucking hotel photo. It never should have happened.”
My heart drops. The photos weren’t staged.
“You’re right that no one should have taken, or leaked, those photos, but that’s not what I’m upset about.” I blurt out. “I’m upset about the fact that you put yourself in those situations with Willa to begin with.”
“God, I’m sorry.” Ben groans, a regretful look on his face. “It was totally innocent. On the plane, Willa asked if she could use my shoulder as her pillow—"
I snort and roll my eyes, muttering, “Of course, she did.” That anxious feeling in my stomach that Willa wants to make good on this farce hasn’t lessened. It’s only grown stronger since seeing these photos.
“It’s not like that, Carlisle. I promise. She fell asleep on me. I popped a melatonin to help me sleep, and when I was sleeping, I leaned into her too. As for the hotel, we’d had an argument, and I gave her a hug. There wasn’t anything sexual or romantic about it. Thad was actually on the other side of me, but he got cropped out of the photo. I can tell how upset you are and I’m sorry.”
“The article I read said that you and Willa are sharing a hotel room. Is that true?”
He blows out a breath. “Kind of. The studio has us sharing a suite, so we share a living area, but we each have our own bedrooms and bathrooms. It’s all for appearances sake. The studio doesn’t want a hotel worker blabbing to the press that we’re staying in separate hotel rooms. It’s just another layer of authenticity for the showmance.”
I nod shakily. Not great news but not as bad as it could have been.
