When he finally made it into the room I led him into I was sitting on a couch waiting for him. I don�t particularly know why I wanted to be alone with him. I didn�t have anything to talk to him about. I just wanted to get him away from her. He was so into her, so attentive that I was jealous. I don�t know why, it�s not like I want him or anything but it was killing me that he was giving her more attention than me. I don�t like a woman getting more attention than me and especially from a man. He closed the door behind him and stood by it, as if he was preparing himself for a quick getaway,
�Have a seat.� He shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pocket,
�No thanks, I�m cool.� Why did he have to be so difficult? I already had no reason for having him here; I don�t need him to have an attitude,
�Nick damn, come on. Just sit.� He reluctantly sat down on the couch and didn't bother to look at me,
�What is it? What do you need? I need to get back to Coll-� He needs to get back to Colleen. Give me a fucking break,
�I�m sure she�ll be fine without you for a minute Nick.� He sighed loudly and shook his head,
�Ok yeah. What do you want Brehan?� Want? I wanted him to act as if he didn�t absolutely loathe having to be here with me at this moment, that was a start.
�What�s your problem? What�s with your attitude?� He sighed and looked at me,
�I don�t have a problem. I just want to get back to Colleen, she doesn�t know anyone out there.� Colleen, Colleen, Colleen; how many times am I going to have to hear her name? I stood up, I really didn�t have anything to talk to him about and his attitude was making me angry,
�Nothing Nick. Just forget it.� I wasn�t about to sit here and allow him to make me feel like an idiot anymore. I opened the door and was on my way out when he called out to me,
�Do you plan on breaking up with Steven?� What in the hell had made him ask me something like that? Have I ever told him about Steven and me? How did he know that we were more than just business associates? Or maybe that was what he was talking about. But why would he think that I would leave Steven professionally? I turned and looked at him,
�What?� He didn�t look at me; he continued to stare straight ahead,
�He�s an asshole. Why are you with him?�
�What are you talking about?� My voice failed me and even I heard the quivering as the words left my throat,
�Steven treats you like shit.� I slammed the door. He didn�t know Steven; he had no right to talk about Steven like that,
�You don�t know how he treats me. Don�t talk about him like that.� He stood up and brushed past me but I grabbed his arm,
�Where did you hear that he treats me bad. He�s a great manager.� He nodded patronizingly and I wanted to scream. I hated when people were condescending towards me,
�Yeah, but he�s a shitty boyfriend.� How did he know that? How did he know that Steven and I were dating? Was it common knowledge now?
�How do you know about Steven and me?� I rolled his eyes,
�You told me.� When had I told him that? He could tell I obviously didn't remember telling him this bit of information,
�At the Playboy party when you were drunk and crying over him, at the after party after the movie awards I saw you guys going at it. And in the limo on the way back to your place after the after party he called you and upset you; you were drunk then too.� He had a bored expression on his face,
�Seems you get drunk a lot because of him.� I must have been quite drunk to tell him things about my relationship with Steven and not to remember,
�Oh and the last time I talked to you was when you called me and told me he made you have an orgy.� My eyes bulged out of their sockets I didn't have to see them I could feel them. He nodded with a knowing look, ensuring me that yes, I had in fact, talked about something so intimate. I walked past him, I needed to sit down, and fast; I was about to faint. Before I could feel the leather couch I was spun around and was facing Nick,
�Why are you with him? He�s probably the reason you act the way you do? What did he do to you today to put you in such a foul mood?� In a foul mood, I wasn�t in a foul mood,
�I�m fine. You�re the one with the attitude.� He frowned at me and looked as if he was about to say something until he thought better of it. He just shook his head and sighed,
�What did he do to you?� In was at that moment that I realized it wasn�t what Steven had done. Honestly, it was what Nick had done that made me realize what Steven didn�t do and that was pay attention to my words like they meant something to him. The way Nick paid attention to Colleen when she spoke, the way he rubbed her back and her arm. The way he was so into the girl that I saw him with before who I gave my phone number to, to give to Nick. I wanted that, I wanted that with Steven.
�He didn�t do anything to me. Steven is a good guy; he�s just going through a lot at the moment.� He nodded, but it was that condescending nod again and I wanted to slap the hell out of him,
�What�s he going through that always has you drunk and making you have sex with other women?� He didn't understand, didn�t understand my lifestyle, my life, the ways things were,
�Steven loves me and-,� He snorted,
�Steven is an asshole and you need to get rid of him. What does he do for you?� He is a kid; he has no idea who Steven is,
�Steven is one of the best managers in the business. I owe my career to him.� It was true; my career was coming to a stand still at the age of sixteen. If it weren�t for him, his talents, ideas, connections, I would have been posing in the JC Penney Christmas catalog.
�I don�t mean professionally Brehan. What does he do for you as your boyfriend that someone else couldn�t do?� I never thought of having Steven in my life as just my manager. Besides, he is my everything and soon he was going to be my husband. I didn't want another boyfriend.
�What is it? Can�t have one without the other? Lay on your back and get a modeling job?� That was it and before I could think straight my hand was on fire from slapping him across his face. He licked his lips as he rubbed his cheek and smiled faintly,
�That�s cool, whatever, be mad at me.� He walked towards the door,
�You don�t know what you�re talking about.� He turned around and looked at me, his face was expressionless,
�Yeah, I don�t because you really wanted to sleep with those two girls that Steven brought to your house and had you sleep with in your bed. I�m sure you got a kick out of seeing him screw them.� I couldn�t say anything. I was in shock that he knew that. How much did I tell him and why? He closed the door and I collapsed on the couch. I don�t even remember telling him all that stuff. Why I felt the need to tell him, of all people, about my problems with Steven was beyond me. Of course all my friends are tired of me whining about Steven. They've all told me time and time againthat Steven was no good for me and I needed to cut him from my life. They all agreed that he was a wonderful manager and didn't know how I could sever my relationship with him but still be able to maintain a good professional relationship. It was just beginning to take of to that next level where I would be known simply by my first name, now is not the time to try and survive career suicide.
Chapter 49
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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