Page 168 of Hollywood Undercover
“Fuck. And he really left your place early the next morning? Did you seriously spend the night with him? You slept withhim?”
“Hey, don’t you have better things to do than to consume that tabloid crap,” shecomplained.
“Nope. Not today Idon’t.”
“Dammit, Eva…Yes, he spent the night at my place, but it’s not what it looks like. He slept on the couch. Wilkes and I are nottogether.”
“You need to tell that toBash.”
“I will, and I can tell him in person. He’ll be here thisweekend.”
“Are you sure aboutthat?”
“Well, he said he had it allarranged.”
“Plans can change, honey. Did you see that kiss? No sane man would believe there was nothing to it. Call him. Don’t stop calling until he picks up, and if he doesn’t pick up, fly your ass out to Tucson and tell him yourself before he makes up his ownmind.”
“My schedule today is crazy,Eva.”
“I don’tcare.”
“Look. I promise I’ll keep trying to reach him. Can you come by tomorrow night? I’m going to need a drinking partner for thisone.”
“Sure. I’ll be there by nine. Are you sure you can’t change your schedule aroundtonight?”
“I’m not out of here until reallylate.”
“This is more pressing, Lex. Anyhow, fine. Tomorrow. Be sure to drop everything by eight thirty, and meet me at your house so we can fixthis.”
“Okay. Look, I have to run. The interview is ending and Wilkes is about to get bitch-slapped.”
“Good luck. See youtomorrow.”
Alexandra hung up the phone as the cameras lit ‘We’re Filming’sign went off, signaling that Wilkes could leave. When he stood up, she charged into the room. It was time to end the insanity once and for all. “Let’s have a word in private, Wilkes,” she told him, not caring about the edge to hertone.
He nodded and followed her to the nearest boardroom, which she slammed shut once he wasinside.
“Why did you do that?” shescreamed.
“What?”
“Don’t act all innocent. You told them we’re backtogether.”
“Come on, Lex,” he said, walking toward her. “It’s only a matter of time before we’ll have patched this allup.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What did you justsay?”
“You heard me,” he told her. “It’s time you stop fighting us. You felt is as much as I did last night. Now let’s focus on me making you happy.” He closed the gap and rested a hand on hershoulder.
“Don’t touch me, Wilkes. Don’t ever touch me again. This has to stop, and it seems there’s only one way for you to get themessage.”
“What do youmean?”
“Wilkes, I’m sorry I have to do this, but…I’m terminating your contract with PurpleBlaze.”
“What?” he shouted. “You’re notserious.”
“I’m dead serious. Rick will get the documents together. We’ll still release the albums you have, and our song, and you’ll be very well compensated. I’ll personally make sure you land on your feet with one of the other top labels. We just can’t do this anymore. What I mean is I can’t. I won’t letyou.”
