Page 35 of Tempting the Player
I nod. “I ended up withdrawing it before we went to court. All I really wanted was for him to leave me alone.”
“Wow. I had no idea it got that bad.” She yawns. “Is he still big in the L.A. scene?”
“Yeah. His career took off a couple years ago.”
“Would I have heard of him?”
My teeth sink into my lower lip. The articles about it never named him or gave enough details for people to piece together what had really happened. The only reason anyone had any information is because I cancelled some appearances and my agent thought if my fans knew why, they’d be more forgiving. “Yeah.”
“Who is it?” Dahlia’s eyes widen in the dark room.
“Clint Abrams.”
“No way!” She sits up in bed. “He’s dating Penelope Hart now and he’s in that new Marvel movie coming out.”
“What?” I sit up so fast I get lightheaded. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. They were spotted making out at some after-party last week.” She pulls out her phone and finds the pictures before handing it to me.
My stomach clenches at the sight, and I quickly hand it back. “I can’t believe it.”
Penelope has always seemed so smart. I’m surprised she didn’t see right through him. Then again, I hadn’t.
“Maybe he’s changed.” Dahlia yawns again. “I can’t imagine Penelope dating him if he’s all creepy stalker.”
I lay back down, head spinning with this new information. “Maybe so.”
* * *
My head is pounding when I wake up.
“Morning,” Dahlia says, voice groggy as she shuts off her alarm.
“Uhhh. I was overserved.”
She laughs. “Violet doesn’t let anyone’s glass get empty, that’s for sure.”
She gets up and flips on the light. “What’s your schedule like today?”
“You don’t have to check up on me all day, really. I’m going to be fine.”
A sheepish look crosses her face as she finger combs her blonde hair into a low ponytail. “I know, but I still want to keep tabs on my bestie.”
I sigh and get up from my cozy pillow fort. “I have two classes this morning, and then a break until my two o’clock class this afternoon.”
“We can walk to campus together this morning. Do you want to come to breakfast with me and Felix?”
“And half the football team?”
She grins wide. “Not half the team, just like a handful of them.”
“Sure. What better way to recover from a hangover than being around a bunch of loud, cocky guys?”
She snorts.
“Do I have time to shower?”
“If you’re quick. We need to leave in thirty minutes. Hustle, hustle.”
