Chapter 26
Blake
Blake felt like he was going to throw up as he read the words on the piece of paper he was holding. He didn’t want to say this. According to the PR executive whom Darrell had sent down, this is what he would need to say to take the heat off Violet.
He just hoped she would understand and be able to forgive him.
This wasn’t going to end well, he could feel it.
Blake had tried unsuccessfully to call Violet throughout the day, but as the day had worn on he became more and more ashamed of his actions and embarrassed that he had put her in this position. He should have known the paparazzi were hunting him. He had just received that call from Darrell. Seeing what Eden Greene said about her just made him more upset and angry. Now her character was getting attacked. All over something he should have never done in the first place. What was the first rule of being a celebrity? Shut your fucking curtains! Having sex outside was ridiculously stupid.
Because of that bitch Eden, he was going to have to distance himself even further from Violet in hopes it would take the heat off her. Blake stood up and went outside. He tried to call her for what felt like the 200th time today. He paced up and down the entertainment area, choppers continually buzzing overhead trying to get a glimpse of him. Vultures! All of them were vultures, why couldn’t they just leave him the hell alone! Blake dialed Violet’s number again, but still nothing. He needed to talk to her before he went out there and did this.
He needed to make sure that Violet knew how he felt, and she still wasn’t answering.
Sophie! Why didn’t he think to call Sophie?!
Blake scrolled through his contacts.
“Blake, it’s time,” PR maven Ginger Fox said as she stuck her head out the sliding door. Blake sighed and put his phone back in his pocket. He watched as Ginger sashayed across his mother’s kitchen in a ridiculously high pair of red stilettoes and into the living room where her team had gathered. This morning she had shown up with a team of people and a bunch of equipment. Ginger had bright red hair and green eyes and looked like she ate men for breakfast. Blake had caught her more than once giving him a flirtatious smile or sexy wink. Blake moved his attention from Ginger onto her minions furiously typing on laptops or quietly talking into phones. “Now Blake, are you comfortable with what you’re going to say?” Ginger asked.
“Are you sure this will take the heat off Violet?”
The perfectly polished Ginger nodded. “She’ll be forgotten by tonight.” Blake felt his stomach flip. “Now, what are you going to wear?” Ginger asked, running her large green eyes down his body, ogling him. “Just this,” he replied.
“Oh no. No, that won’t do. Let’s get you into a suit.”
“I’m not wearing a fucking suit. It’s a press conference.” Ginger turned and spoke to one of her minions. “Tell me what people like seeing Blake in now. Do a WriteMe poll.” She snapped her fingers.
“What! I don’t need a WriteMe poll. This is fine,” Blake replied. He was wearing a pair of tan chinos, a white shirt, and a navy sweater which his mother had picked out for him.
“A suit just sells it more, though,” Ginger replied. “It makes you look serious, the public want to know you are taking this seriously, Blake,” she added.
This was turning into a fucking circus
“Can we just get this over and done with?” Blake pleaded.
“Cancel the WriteMe poll. Let’s ETA the press conference for ten minutes,” Ginger yelled, snapping her fingers again. Her minions looked up from their computers as Ginger yelled at them and once she was done talking, they all attacked their laptops again with vigor.
Blake tried to calm his nerves.
This was going to be a shit show!