Page 178 of Hollywood Undercover
“Look, I’ve gottago.”
A click echoed through the phone, and again he was listening to silence on the other end. Disappointment moved through him for a second time, but this was allwrong.
“No,” he murmured. “I can’t let it go down like this. She owes me an explanation…and now I owe her onetoo.”
He walked to the front door and locked it, then hit redial on Alexandra’s number and listened to it ring and ring. She didn’tanswer.
He hung up and tried again. And again. And again. Andagain.
Finally, Alexandra picked up, “What is it, Bash? I’mbusy.”
He had a death grip on the phone. “Just don’t hang up, all right? We need to talk thisout.”
She gave a bright laugh, one that seemed a little too bright to be sincere. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Bash. Seriously. You go on ahead with your new girlfriend. Besides, I’m expectingsomeone.”
“Right. You and Wilkes are back together. By the way, Kennedy isn’t mygirlfriend.”
“I’m not expecting Wilkes, Bash. We’re not back together. Anyway, I’m sorry I interrupted you and Kennedy, whoever sheis.”
“Don’t make this about me, Alexandra. You practically made out with him at your front door…and it’s all over the place, everywhere I turn!” Sebastian noticed he was shouting. This was getting out of control. “Look, let’s talk about it on theweekend.”
“You’re still coming toLA?”
“You don’t want meto?”
“Of course I do,Bash.”
Just then, he heard a knock on his door. “Alexandra, don’t hang up, okay? I just need to see who’soutside.”
Sebastian took the phone with him and stepped over to the door, half expecting Kennedy to be there for something she may have forgotten. Boy, was hewrong.
“Sebastian Sullivan?” a manasked.
“Yes. How can Ihelp—”
Before he could get his question out, the man began to snap photos of him, blinding him with his flash. “How does it feel to be the man standing in the way of Lexxi Rock and Wilkes Barracks’ reconciliation?” the man askedhim.
“What? Who are you?” He didn’t need an answer. Standing behind him were Aileen and herhusband.
Aileen’s husband spoke up. “Hey man. We gave you a chance to deal with this, between friends. We figured out how to get ourselves compensated, and now you can answer to the court of publicopinion.”
“Get off my front porch. All of you.” Slamming the door, he stormed back to the living room. That was when he remembered Alexandra was still on the line. “Alexandra?” he called to her. “I guess you heardthat.”
“Yes. I should have known they’d eventually come after you. I’msorry.”
“It’s not your fault. That was Aileen and herhusband.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll blowover.”
“I’m not the other guy in this…this fiasco, Alexandra,” he told her, raking a hand through his hair as he sat on thecouch.
“I know. It’s best not to address it, otherwise they won’t leave youalone.”
“Christ. This whole situation is a nightmare. I don’t need this rightnow.”
“It’s my fault, Bash, and I’m sorry. Let’s just leave it be until you get to LA,okay?”
He paused for a moment. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea anymore, Alexandra. I have to prepare for the new job I’m starting next week. I want to see you, but not if all we’ll be doing is running from the media. Let me get this out of the way and we can talkafterward.”
