GRADY JAMES AND HARLOW Trembley PDA at Palmetto Polo Pony Rescue Charity Event—Heather Young Disgusted with Both of Them
Can photographs tell an entire story? Grady James and Harlow Trembley spent a hefty part of last week together. Heather Young is furious. We’re a little unsure as to why, because she had nothing but negative things to say about her ex-husband on Wake Up with Stacy. Why would she care?
Whether James and lingerie model, Trembley, just happened to be at the same event respectively or if they attended together is unclear. Sources say the pair looked quite cozy on the red carpet together.
It’s no secret that James, an avid polo player, loves animals. Over the years, he’s helped rescue countless retired polo ponies and been a large supporter to the Adopt Don’t Shop Movement. Trembley isn’t particularly known for her philanthropy as much as she is for stripping down for the runway.
A close friend of James said, “Grady and Harlow have been friends for a long time. They were just laughing and having a good time supporting an important cause.”
But, they were holding hands. That must be a total shot to the heart for Heather, who happens to be great friends with Harlow as they often appeared on each other’s Instagram accounts. The two ladies came up in the modeling scene together about the same time and formed a friendship because of it. Perhaps Heather being upset has less to do about Grady and more about her friendship with Harlow.
Dating your friend’s ex—doesn’t that go against the girl code? This story is shaping up to be one filled with jealousy, cheating and wild accusations of abuse. Are you excited about this possible new couple alert? Tell us your thoughts in the comments below.
And so, it begins.
“Well that didn’t go as well as we planned, did it?” I asked, rising from my seated position on the couch. The paparazzi were waiting for us outside the airport. We managed to ditch them and decided to hideout at Afton’s guest house.
“I love the ‘great friends’ mention. That’s a stretch. Heather and I, we’re more like, well acquainted people who sometimes attend the same events together out of obligation for work. I applaud them for their stellar journalism.”
“Son of bitch,” Grady cursed, scrubbing a hand over the curve of his jaw. “Fuck, there’s nothing the world loves more than building up celebrities only to tear them down.”
I walked to the kitchen to discard my yogurt cup into the recycling bin. Lightning flashed in the morning sky as warm rain began to coat the deck of Afton’s pool. An omen perhaps?
“Yeah, but America loves a comeback,” I said, pointing my spoon in Grady’s direction before tossing it into the dishwasher. “Despite the negative tone of the article, they did mention the charities—that’s your silver lining.”
He tilted his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that is a good thing. I hate the shade they’re throwing your way. I need to get my name cleared of the abuse allegations.”
I rested my hip against the counter. “You will and when the world finds out Heather cheated on you, oh, the shit will hit the fan.”
He tugged his earlobe and then swept the pad of his thumb over his jaw. “You’re right. I’m telling Haven to leak the story and then you and I are going back to my house. I want you to stay with me. Pack a bag.”
Grady wanted me to stay with him, but he didn’t exactly specify for how long. I didn’t want to be presumptuous so I tossed in a few casual outfits and two bathing suits. It was just after one in the afternoon by the time I had my things packed. The sun started to peek through the clouds, chasing away the grey gloomy skies. We pulled onto the road that led to Grady’s place to find a crowd of people outside—taking photos, shouting obscenities and shaking their fists in the air. Scowls painted their faces, and the roars of disdain became more audible.
A woman with red hair wearing a white floral dress jogged beside us. “Grady, how could you do this to Heather?”
Another woman wearing black capris, and a pink tank top appeared on Grady’s side. “You are the most deplorable kind of man!”
“You should be ashamed of yourself, you slut!” a feminine voice called out from the crowd.
This was the side of celebrity I’d never experienced. These must be those super fans I keep hearing so much about. Luckily no one did anything remotely violent, like pound on the windows or step in front of him while he was driving.
“Do you have security?” I asked, as he maneuvered his Range Rover up the driveway. Once trees cleared, my eyes took in a stunning grey, cedar shingled home with large expansive windows and white painted wood.
“I’ve never needed it here,” he said, pulling his car into the garage. “But, I guess I should call someone now.”
Once we’re inside the house, Grady pulled his phone from his pocket swiping it to life. “Hey, man, I guess it’s time that we have that chat about my security needs. Yeah, that sounds good.”
That was all he said, before ending the call and then tossing his phone onto the kitchen counter.
“Are you okay?”
Tension rolled off him as he expelled a deep sigh. “I will be.” Grasping my hand, he pulled me into his frame. “I’m just glad that you’re here.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” My fingers dug into the muscles of his back.
He kissed the top of my head, breathing me in and then his muscles relaxed. “So, this is my place—sans the horde of people outside, it’s normally quiet.”
It was certainly peaceful. He led me towards the living room. Everything was white accented with warm woods. There wasn’t a space left untouched by natural light from the large windows that surround the two sides of his house.
“Wait, is that yours?” I asked pointing towards the large boat anchored at his dock.
“Yep, I’ve had my eye on her for a while.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind. “And she’s finally all mine.”
I smiled. It was clear that he’s talking about the boat, but a small part of me allowed the words to take on a different meaning.
“Have you taken her out yet?”
“Nope, but you’ll come with me. We’ll christen the boat properly.”
He grasped my shoulders turning me so that I faced him. His lips captured mine in a slow kiss. It was warm, and wonderful.
The doorbell rang as we uncurled from our embrace. “That’s my security appointment. You’re welcome to stay or you can take your things upstairs to my bedroom.”
We walked hand in hand across the room and I scooped up my bags. “I think I’ll settle in and maybe get some work done while you’re in your meeting.”
His hands cupped my face. “There’s a fully stocked bar upstairs, unwind with a glass of wine if you like.”
Our lips met for a long, slow, torturous kiss that turned me into a big ball of need. If his doorbell wasn’t ringing out, I’d have him upstairs and naked. The kiss ended, leaving me feeling an odd sense of loss.
Sunlight splashed over the grey-painted pine floors, as I crept up the staircase. When I landed in the master suite, the view of the ocean appeared—spectacular waves of blue spread out before me. My palms smoothed over the white comforter on his bed. Everything was white or soft beige, minimalism at its finest.
I hauled my laptop bag up onto the writing desk in the corner and began organizing a makeshift workspace. My phone buzzed against the tabletop. It was a text from Zanita. I swiped open the message, a link from one of the UK tabloids appeared:
Has Grady James netted a former WAG? Actor steps out with Harry Brackman’s model ex.
A week after his blunder against Team USA, English footballer Harry Brackman has been dealt another emotional blow. The goalkeeper’s ex, model Harlow Trembley was spotted on the red carpet at the Palmetto Polo Charity Event with the handsome model/actor. Rumors are circulating that the pair are dating.
Sources allege that Brackman’s split from Trembley left him heartbroken and has contributed to his poor performance during England’s opening match with USA.
James’ ex-wife, actress Heather Young recently told US talk show host, Stacy Carlton that her ex-husband was abusive and said that he made her enter rehab to revive her career. The actress later admitted that she was devastated that Grady had moved on so quickly.
Quickly? The pair ended their marriage months ago. As for Brackman and Trembley, no one seems to know when the pair exactly called it quits. Although some sources claim she dumped him only a few weeks ago. Ouch.
I finished reading the link and sent Zanita a quick text back, thanking her for sending along the article. My fingers itched to shoot off a text to Haven asking if she had leaked the cheating story yet. Harry had yet to deny that our breakup was the cause of his terrible play. Fuck. It was starting to irritate me, but I know he doesn’t read the papers when he’s playing. Maybe he doesn’t know what’s being said. I’d give him a little more time.
But, Grady, he’s not an abuser and why Heather would lie and trash his reputation was beyond me.