Red, they have convinced me to wear red to the Maxim party and now I'm not so sure, maybe I should have worn black,
"Brehan, everyone is going to be in black or pastels, you are the woman of the night, you should stand out, all attention on you." I smile at Cory,
"Thanks sweets." Cory was really like my number one assistant, I used Pam mainly on the West coast and sometimes when I went out of the country, again, a favor to her dad. Cory was a real assistant, she came with true ass kissing abilities that couldn't be learned. She grew up in the south, Georgia or Alabama or something like that so maybe that's where that charm, also known as bullshit was cultivated. Where Steven was tonight I don't know, he said he'd meet me at the party so Cory and Martie were the only ones with me tonight. Martie, my more than capable Public Relations person was on the phone at this moment denying I was difficult at the Maxim photo shoot. PR was something I definitely needed because I was no where near the person everyone wanted me to be and sometimes I had problems hiding that. I looked down at my dress, I had decided to wear something that was in line with my picture spread. The dress, for all tense and purposes, didn't have a back and the loose plunging neckline was sure to cause attention. Of course, it was short, short enough that I wouldn't be bending down tonight. I stretched my leg out and admired the red stilettos, I loved them so much Donatella gave them to me. Cory placed her hand on my thigh,
"Ok, we're here. Whenever you're ready." I looked out and saw all the people, all the cameras and the butterflies danced in my stomach.
Oh the joy of the red carpet, I have gotten attention before but nothing like this. This was my party, all for me, all eyes on me and I must say I'm loving every minute of it. As the cameras flash all I hear is,
"Over here Brehan. Brehan, here. Smile." as I slowly made my way down the red carpet. I smiled and waved one last time, giving them a final twirl in my hot little dress before stepping inside. I thought picture time was over but before I could get myself together there was another photographer in front of me as some man wrapped his arm around my waist. Martie smiled and whispered in my ear,
"This is Evan Collins, editor-in-chief of Maxim, we just need a few pictures." I looked over at him and kissed him on the cheek,
"I love the magazine." He smiled as we posed,
"We'd love to have you in our magazine again." And with the attention I was getting, there is no way I would say no,
"Anyone who can make me look that good is ok with me." I stood for a few more minutes as different editors and big wigs from the magazine jumped in and took pictures with us. My smile was huge and my dress was tiny, I am going to have the time of my life tonight.
The night went on and I was allowed a little fun as I danced to the music of the cover band, they were actually pretty good and every now and then celebrities jumped up and took over as lead singer. I watched as some guy jumped up onstage and started singing "I Heard It Through The Grapevine" by Marvin Gaye. I leaned over to Cory,
"Who is that singing? He has a nice voice." She looked at me and smiled as she shook her head,
"That's JC from NSYNC." I nodded, I've heard of them. A waiter walked by and I grabbed another glass of champagne. I looked around at all the people, I feel like I've took pictures with all of them and of course I don't know the majority of them.
"What time is it?" Cory looked at her watch and over at me,
"Eleven." I rolled my eyes and sighed,
"He'll be here Brehan, he wouldn't miss your big night." I had been whining all night, and the more I drank the more I whined, or that could be vice versa at this point. I shook my head,
"Whatever, I don't care anymore. I'm so through with him." She knew some of my crazy relationship with Steven, she was my assistant, she knows all. She didn't know how long ago we started our romance but she did know it was before Steven and his wife filed for divorce. She placed her hand on my back trying to console me, trying anything to get my mind of Steven like she had been trying all night,
"Hey, there's one of the Backstreet Boys, guess it's battle of the boybands." I saw a thin guy with alot of tattoos walk up on stage,
"That's the one that went into rehab didn't he?" She nodded,
"Yeah, AJ." I looked around as he began to talk wondering if the other Backstreet Boys were around, well Nick in particular, maybe I can take out my anger on him, he was easy to frustrate. I couldn't see him and turned my attention back to the stage, if his bandmate was singing maybe he was near,
"Come on, let's go see." I took her by the hand and Martie followed behind us. AJ was standing front and center with a black sleevless shirt and a pair of brown leather pants,
"Ok, I'm going to change it up a little. How about some Pearl Jam, a little "Push Me, Pull Me"." The crowd cheered and the band began to play. Like the other guy he had a very nice, strong voice, why is it everytime I think of those little boybands I think of whiny love songs, butterflies and cotton candy. We get over to the front of the stage, hey this woman of the night thing is great, I got right through, and I see Howie and Kevin. Howie smiled,
"Hi there." Smile,
"Hi." Kevin looked over and I can see his eyes go down to my chest and I couldn't help but get a kick out of it. Hell, I get a kick out of it anytime anyone admires my body.
"Hi Brehan, the pictures a great, you look great." I smile and take his hand as I reach in and hug him, making sure it was seductive as possible,
"Thank you baby, I appreciate that." Martie tapped me on the shoulder,
"The photographer wants a picture with you and the Backstreet Boys." I looked over at them and they nodded. I stood in the middle and smiled as they both had a hand around my waist.
By the time Steven showed up I was more than drunk and more than a little pissed the fuck off,
"Hi there, how are things? The party is great." I rolled my eyes and hissed,
"Where the fuck have you been? This is my night and the man I love is supposed to be here to share it with me." He grabbed me by my arm,
"This is a big night for you Brehan, do not mess this up. This is it, the coming out party. Don't be a whining child." I pulled away from his grasp,
"Well, I am a child." I walked off and found my way into a small room in the back, I am so tired of this, him, all of it.
Chapter 13
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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