Page 120 of Hollywood Comes Home

“I’ve had enough of his shit,” I growled, sliding my phone from my pocket, placing it to my ear. The moment Ian answered his phone, I didn’t give him a chance to speak.

He texted us!

Where are you?

We’re on the way back to Malibu.

Is Amber with you?He lowered his voice, muttering barely above a whisper.Are you driving?

She is and no, I’m not. Why?

Who’s driving you?

Tom, why?

Chance, listen to me, but show no emotion.

Okay? What?

Get the fuck out of that car now.

We can’t! I almost shouted, but quickly corrected my volume.We’re on the PCH now.

I don’t know what that is.

I exhaled.Pacific Coast Highway.

Okay. I heard a click behind him.I had to step into another room.I think he’ll take you home, but get back here as soon as possible and be careful!

Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?It was a battle to keep my voice down.

Just get home and do not let him drive you to the airport.

Why?

Just get home.

He hung up. Dropping my hand to my leg, I squeezed my phone so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Ouch.” Amber whispered.

Shifting my gaze, I saw that I was squeezing her shoulder with my other hand. “Sorry, baby.”

“What’s wrong?” Crinkling her brow, she reached for my jaw.

Shaking my head, I smiled before placing my lips to her ear. “Pretend I’m telling you a sweet secret.”

She snickered. “You’re tickling my ear.”

I was sure it did because I’d grown short stubble again, deciding to change up my look just a bit. “Whatever happens, I need you to just play along. We’re going home. We’re in serious danger right now.”

“I love you too, baby.” She grinned.

Resting my lips on her neck, I offered a small kiss. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

I was not sure if we were being watched, but I wasn’t taking any chances. We both tried our best to look pleasant as Tom sped to my house. I watched outside to make sure we were going in the correct direction. I thought back to events that occurred after I moved to California post-breakup.

The details of some things were still foggy, but other memories of my drunken incident had come back. I thought long and hard, trying to recall small details. The girls at the club kept serving me drinks. I never accepted drinks from strangers, but I was reckless and distracted by my pain. I remembered feeling weird, dizzier than just a drunk night of fun. The limo was readily waiting with my old driver when I hadn’t spoken to him in a long time. Two girls at once, the fantasy of most men, yet I didn’t go through with it. Thankfully, my love for Amber was too strong.

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