I am in Trent's bedroom. Yes, Trent's bedroom. After Jesse called me inviting me to the proposal party, Trent asked me to come over to his house since he had bought me an evening gown for the event. We ended up having sex in the shower and now I'm sliding into the off-shoulder midnight blue dress with a slit that shows off my brown naked thigh.  Trent puts on an expensive black tuxedo with a bow tie. From the way the two of us are dressed up, I'm sure it's a fancy lavish event. And I'm sure there are going to be prominent people and the press. This is the first party I'm attending with Trent as my boyfriend officially.  He holds my hand as we walk

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"We go live in... One.  Two.  Three."  I take a deep breath. I'm doing this. "Hello guys!", I face the camera. "Welcome to the sport central on BBC and thanks for joining me, Becca Sterling. Tonight, we are joined by Liverton star, Trent Aston."  I turn to look at him.  It's the first time I've seen him in a long time.  I'm not breathing. He still has this much power over me. 

I woke up the next morning with a migraine and a sharp pain in my foot. I groan in pain as I turn on the other side of the bed.  I wish I could stay in slumberland forever. Wait! I'm in a huge blue jersey and some panties underneath. Oh no! What did you do last night Becca!  This is not my room! And this is not my bed. It's a king-size bed with a white duvet and white pillows all around. The closet is open and I can see blue jerseys and expensive black suits hung neatly. The shoe rack near the closet shows a set of designer leather shoes, Louis Vuitton among many and of course Nike sneakers. This is a man's room.  

Okay, what the hell is that supposed to mean? I am about to put her in her place when the make-up artist comes over to do some touches on my face. After that, the cameras start to roll and we go live. I am tense, a film of sweat forming on my face. Ugh! I should be used to this by now. I thought Sarah Stone would try to make me look bad at my job in front of the cameras but she helps me calm down and relax when she signals the cameras to turn to her. I didn't expect that.  "And... Cut!" I let out a sigh of relief when the cameras stop rolling. Ugh! I screwed up on the first day on a new show. A show I've wanted to be in since forever. But thanks to Sar