Page 2 of King of My Heart

“What’s going on?”

I rolled my eyes at the voice of Julian’s best friend, Toby.

Toby was…weird.

And not in a fun way.

Toby smoked too much weed, ate Taco Bell almost every day, and listened to bird sounds all day long. He had no job, no family, no goal in life.

And he lived here, with Julian, where I happened to often spend my nights.

“My girlfriend is becoming my father’s biggest fan.” He got up and threw the remote Toby’s way. “Rewind. Watch the interview, and you’ll agree with me that my father is a total dickhead.”

Toby looked lost.

What a surprise.

I sighed. “Caspian King did a live interview about the things that happened during the filming of his latest movie, and the interviewer was blatantly rude and disrespectful, so he lashed out. And Julian thinks he was the disrespectful one.”

“Is he okay?” Toby asked sincerely. Surprisingly.

“Are you seriously taking their side?” Julian asked, his eyes wild. “My father is a monster!”

Damn.

“Julian, slow down.” Toby held up his hands, with one still holding the remote. “I’m not taking anyone’s side. I just think interviewers can be intentionally cruel when they want to get a reaction out of a famous person.”

Well…that had to be the smartest thing to ever come out of Toby’s mouth.

“I don’t care what the interviewer’s intentions were. I care about the way my father reacted. Do you have any idea how bad I look now?”

I raised a brow. “Sorry?”

Stepping closer to him, I pointed at the TV again. “Whothe fuckcares about you? You haven’t spoken to your father inyears. You never wanted anything to do with him or his career. Nobody even remembers he has a son. God, Julian, you’re such a—”

“All right, we need to step back here and take a deep breath.” Toby’s crooked smile told me how uncomfortable he was. And, to be fair, I had raised my voice a bit too much just now.

There was really no reason for me to get so mad.

I threw my hands into the air and turned away. “Fine.”

“He chose to push me away,” Julian stated.

I stopped to look back at him again.

I didn’t know how true that was, not knowing Caspian and his intentions. But I knew Julian’s side of the story, and he had never once talked nicely about his father. Didn’t matter if Caspian was the one pushing him away. Something about Julian’s side of the story just didn’t add up.

Caspian started acting at seven years old and was in hundreds of movies since then, and the older he got, the more famous he became.

Julian’s mother was always there for him, raising him by herself, but even she once said something nasty about Caspian. She was angry at him for leaving, but leaving could’ve meant many things. They never clarified the reason why Caspian left, and I couldn’t imagine that he left simply because he wanted to only be famous.

Caspian didn’t strike me as a man who would leave behind his family.

Then again…I didn’t know him personally, and anything could’ve been the case.

In my eyes, they just needed to catch up and talk. Face to face. Clear things up.

But I had no say in this.

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