Page 71 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I told her she could go to my guest room, clean up, and calm down.”

I stop, and chuckles dryly at the irony of what I’m about to add.

“I even had an officer come in plain clothes to take her statement so she could press charges and file a restraining order.

Honestly, I forgot all about it.

The next morning, she came out of the guest room and told me the officer never showed up. She said she fell asleep and would leave right away.

I overheard her calling hotels and friends, trying to find a place to stay.

She told a friend that all the hotels were booked and she had nowhere to go.

She even tried calling an Uber—made a big show of how her debit and credit cards weren’t working.”

“But she was lying?”

“I didn’t know that then, of course, but yeah.

She was crying, saying her ex must’ve gone to the bank, pulled out all the money, and canceled her credit cards.

She told me she didn’t have anywhere to go, but she’d find someplace.

Said she wouldn’t put me out anymore.”

“Nice guilt trip,” she says with a sigh.

“Yeah. Camille is exceptionally reliable, so I thought Alexia would be safe. I told her she could stay until she figured something out. Each day there was a different sob story about why she couldn’t leave.”

My irritation becomes more visible.

“She told me that her ex got her fired from her last job, so I got her a spot on the set I was working on. Every day was a different excuse as to why she couldn’t get in a new place.”

“She was lying?”

“Yeah, again, I didn’t know that.

She had a lie and an excuse for everything—this giant victim statement about how nothing was going her way and she just couldn’t catch a break.

But I started noticing things. Her stories weren’t adding up.

And then I realized she had a crush on me.

She thought that because I was doing all these nice things for her, it meant I was in love with her... that we were a couple.”

I see the surprise on her face, and I can’t hide how naïve I now realize I was.

“I later found out that Camille and her weren’t even close.

Camille told me I needed to kick her out immediately.

She said the last three boyfriends this woman had were forced to evict her—because she wouldn’t leave.”

“Oh no.”

“I tried to kick her out, but she threw herself at me.

I politely declined, told her I wasn’t interested, and explained that I make it a rule not to date people who work on set with me.

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