“What are you talking about? I haven’t been on a date with Bob!”Barnett pulled out his phone and, after a few angry swipes, shoved it in my face.“Then what’s this?”My jaw dropped at the headline running across the top of the webpage: FITNESS VLOGGER AND CELEBRITY STYLIST ANNA LEONARD CAUGHT ON DATE WITH EX-HUSBAND Below the headline was a picture of Bob kissing me at the café where we had lunch the day before. What the picture didn’t show was how I tried to reach for my pepper spray or pummeled him with my purse for touching me.Now, the entire incident made sense. The kissing, the hand-holding, Bob meeting up with the reporter afterwards. He had set me up.I pushed the phone back at Barnett.“All of that…all of that is taken out of context,” I said as I struggled to choke back tears.Barnett must have noticed because some of his anger seemed to cool.“Then what is the truth?” he asked.“He told me that Outer U wanted
I stared at the headline for several minutes before registering the fact that Lily was calling me. I sighed and answered, patching it through the car’s speakers. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Lily practically screamed. “Tell you what?” I screamed back out of annoyance. “That you and Barnett are together!” “That’s because we’re not!” A laugh mixed with a sigh as I tried to pull myself together. “I’m relieved that you jumped to that conclusion, though, rather than the alternative.” “That you got back together with Bob? Ew, no! Of course I didn’t think that!” We were silent for a moment, and I contemplated starting the drive home. “Well, if you aren’t together, then what’s with the pic? The one with you and Barnett all cozy with the
In hindsight, my first move should have been to call the police. If I had been thinking straight, I would have called the cops. Instead, I ran over to Barnett’s apartment and started pounding on the door, hoping he had spent the night there.To my relief, he opened the door. He looked as though he had just been about to leave and was surprised to find my fist in front of his chest.“Anna? What’s wrong?” Barnett asked.I couldn’t say anything. I only dragged him by the hand to my door, where I showed him the red X and the note.He stared at the note for a long time.“Well, that is her signature,” he finally said. He didn’t sound overly worried or even mad, more…resigned, as though he weren’t too surprised this had happened but was tired of all of Julia’s shit.I, however, was still freaking out. The more that I stared at it, the more that the red on my door and on the note looked like blood to me. It made my mind go to a m
I was getting ready for a shopping day with Lily when I received the call from Barnett.“Hello?” I answered as I juggled outfit options.“Good morning, Anna,” Barnett said in his smooth, confident voice. “I have good news for you.”“Oh?”“You won’t have to worry about Julia or Bob anymore.”I froze.“Really? You took care of both of them? How?”“You let me worry about the how. Just rest assured that they won’t be bothering you anymore.”I hesitated.“You didn’t do anything to hurt them, did you?”Barnett sighed.“Anna, do I really seem like someone who would do something like that?”“No.”“Then I think you have your answer.”“Well…thank you.”“You’re welcome.”I hung up, still unsure about what Barnett could have done to get both Julia and Bob off my back.•* *Since I had the entire day off—no clients scheduled—Lily and I took our time perusing the highest-end shops we could at the richest mall we c
Arthur did not let up over the next couple days. In fact, any time we weren’t talking about his own styling, Arthur steered our conversation towards why I should take up Freyja on their offer. Finally, he wore me down. I called the people at Freyja, they faxed me a contract, and we arranged to film the first commercial over the next week. Arthur was so excited that he offered to come with me to ensure that everything went down without a hitch.I couldn’t really think of a reason to say no. It was his world; he would know how best to navigate. Besides, it would be nice to have a friend there with me, at least on the first day. So, I let him come with me. On the first day of the shoot, we took the gold Aston Martin from Arthur’s office to the studio. Gremlins started to tear at my stomach as we parked. I had been to studios before when a client ne
Arthur hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet—or at least did the best he could with all the resistance I was putting up. “Come on, my little fan. Up you go. It’s not the end of the world.” “Are you kidding me? Look at this disaster!” “You saw how horribly that was all set up. It was an accident waiting to happen. Just offer to pay for whatever’s broken and get back to work.” I nodded, oddly calmed down by how certain Arthur felt about this. “You’re right.” “Of course I am. Now, go.” With a gentle shove, he pushed me in Chrissy’s direction. The closer I got to Chrissy, the less certain I felt and the more my stomach ached. Her beautiful face was contorted in anger as she barked orders
I sniffled. I couldn’t tell Barnett the truth. He would think I was weak for not being able to handle everything myself. “Anna, I can hear you crying.” The softness in his tone broke something inside me. Tears started to flow down my cheeks again. “I-I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed. “It’s all too much.” “What’s too much?” “The commercial, the styling, the vlogs. I’ve only spent a little over a week doing this, and I can’t keep up. I screwed up so badly today.” “Hey, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath and explain everything that happened.” I followed Barnett’s instructions. I took a deep breath and then told him everything, from being worn down by the commercial to having to improvise StarRise’s look and her reaction to it.&nb
“Who-who are you?” I asked. “What are you doing here?” “I’m Tom,” the man said. “I’m here to see you.” The man stepped out of the darkness. He was surprisingly well-kept with short dark hair and a well-trimmed beard. His eyes, though—his eyes bore into me with a fire straight from the depths of Hell. I knew I should run, but I was frozen to the spot. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out of my throat. All I could do was stand with tears streaming down my cheeks. “No, no, I won’t hurt you,” Tom said. He held his hands up, as if to placate me, and I flinched. “I would never hurt you.” Tom stepped towards me. Whatever had frozen me in place finally broke, and I stepped backwards. “Stay away from me,” I said as loudly as I could manage. &nbs
I transferred the rent to Barnett and moved out the next day. Since he had helped me before when my old apartment didn’t work out, I asked Barnett if he could help me move my stuff into the new house. He just said he was busy and hastily closed his apartment door on me. I got Lily to help me instead, but I couldn’t keep my mind off Barnett the entire day. As we moved boxes and bags, my mind drifted to Barnett helping me with the back support belt, his strong arms wrapped around me as he strapped on the Velcro. I couldn’t help but think about his perfect form as he lifted the boxes, and I wondered why he didn’t want to help this time. After all, we did seem to have such fun moving me in to the other apartment… “Hello? Earth to Anna!” Lily said as she waved her hand in front of my face. I shook my head. I hadn’t realized that I had spaced out thinking about Barnett. I blushed. “What were you saying?” I asked. “I was asking where yo