The Skye Collection, page 36
‘Hey, my gorgeous Valentine, I was gonna call you. How are you doing? Are you okay? Not the best Valentine’s Day you could’ve wished for, huh?’ Concern laced his voice and her eyes welled once more.
‘Oh Ty, I honestly can’t believe this is happening. Who would do something like this to me? And why?’ she sobbed. Paranoia had taken root in her mind and she suspected everyone; well, not quite everyone.
‘I can’t even begin to imagine, baby. It’s just so… cruel.’
‘I know. But what makes it worse is people don’t seem to be giving me a chance to speak. They just presume that what’s on social media is fact. I would never make such horrible comments about anyone.’
He fell silent and she sniffed, hoping he’d say he was coming over. They hadn’t formally made plans for Valentine’s Day due to their busy schedules, but she had hoped he would sneak into town to see her, and now that he had she hoped that, in light of the day’s events, he would have made lovely plans to help cheer her up.
When he didn’t speak, she took a deep breath. ‘Are you… are you free this evening?’
‘I’m, um…’ He sounded distracted. ‘What? Sorry, I was just checking my other… Sure, sure, baby. Of course. Want to come by my hotel? I’m in suite 450 at the Plaza, just off Central Park.’
‘Wow, a suite at the Plaza?’
‘Only the best for the Hero of Rapido River.’ He laughed but the noise lacked humour. In fact, he sounded disinterested.
‘Okay. I’ll be right there. I just need to call home to shower first. Freshen up. I look a sight just now.’ She laughed as she imagined the black circles of mascara around her eyes, a residue of her tears. ‘I could give Bei Bei the panda a run for her money.’
‘Hey, you’ll always be my beautiful bay bay.’ Tyler chuckled. ‘See you soon,’ he said in a sexy whisper and then the line went dead.
Ruby glanced at the blank screen with a smile at his joke, before slipping the phone back into her designer bag.
As the limo drew closer to the Upper East Side apartment block that Ruby called home most of the year, she could see a crowd had gathered close to the entrance. People were jeering at police officers who were trying to clear the rowdy throng.
She pressed the button to bring down the privacy screen. ‘Good grief, Philippe. I wonder what that’s all about,’ she said when the back of the driver’s head came into view.’ Philippe, with his greying hair, square jawline and traditional good looks, was the type you’d often see in front of the camera, and at one time he’d been a stunt double. A back injury had put paid to his career, however, and now he was a chauffeur to the stars.
He cleared his throat. ‘Erm… I think perhaps I’ll take you to another location, Mademoiselle. This is not feasible for you just at this moment,’ Philippe replied as he made eye contact in the rear-view mirror. He had lived in the USA for many years, but his French accent remained quite strong.
She laughed. ‘Why ever n—’ The first placard came into view and her blood ran cold.
GO BACK TO BRITAIN! EVIL BITCH!
There was a badly scrawled drawing of a red-haired woman with a giant cross drawn through it; the type of cross you got on Family Fortunes when you gave a ridiculous answer. She, on this occasion, was the ridiculous answer. And the question was Which English actress’s career has been ruined today?
She swallowed hard. ‘Erm… yes… yes I see what you mean, Philippe. C-could you take me to the Plaza off Central Park? It’s where my fiancé is staying. But… could you phone Valerie and make sure there’s security there first please?’ she asked in a small voice.
He nodded and his eyes took on an expression of sadness. ‘Absolument, Mademoiselle. Je suis désolé.’
‘Merci, Philippe,’ she replied and hit the button for the privacy screen once again.
People had always been so wonderful. So warm and welcoming. She had never felt out of place in the vast ocean that was America… until now. Her thoroughly English accent had endeared her to people, and she’d made some incredible connections since her first US role as a nanny in a kid’s movie. Since then, her career had blossomed, with many serious, acclaimed parts in the most amazing screen productions. There had never been an iota of bad press about her. Her relationship with Tyler had only helped to secure her place in the hearts of movie-watchers globally, and they were now known as one of the hottest celebrity couples out there. His proposal had come very early on in their relationship and had been a shock, to say the least. It was done publicly, on a TV chat show no less, and although she wasn’t sure at the time that she actually loved him she seemed to be swept up in the glamour and drama of it all. And, of course, she wasn’t going to turn him down, not when they were surrounded by a live studio audience. Since then, she’d just got used to being with him. It was easy, comfortable. She’d learned not to be jealous. He was incredibly popular and often came home smelling of perfume, or with smudges of lipstick on his cheek from fans. Par for the course, she’d always told herself.
Although regular, normal dates weren’t always possible, they managed to attend plenty of red-carpet events, always instigated by Tyler of course, and he would always walk ahead of her, to protect her, he said. Cameras would flash and he would often shield her from the lenses, choosing to thrust himself forward to, ‘guard you from unwanted publicity, baby’. She had found it a little strange to begin with, but as time wore on, she accepted it as just being his chivalrous way. And she got plenty of publicity of her own, anyway.
Now though, it amazed her how quickly people could fall from favour; how fickle stardom was. She’d always known that it was never a guaranteed for life situation, but this whole debacle reiterated that fact. The events of the previous twenty-four hours had floored her. From going to bed with a smile on her face as fans online gushed over recent speculation that she should be nominated for an Oscar for her latest film, to waking up to find that she had allegedly spouted off on social media about opinions she had never once even thought, let alone mentioned out loud. The things that were said in those posts made her feel physically sick. It was no wonder people were angry.
She had a massive struggle ahead to prove her innocence. She’d been hacked and it had been done deliberately to damage her career.
But the big question was, by whom?
2
Security was waiting for Ruby when she arrived at the Plaza at five thirty that evening, and she was hurried up the service elevator before being deposited safely at Tyler’s suite. The two muscular, brutish-looking men silently stood guard outside the door as it was opened, and she was whisked inside.
The suite was cavernous and decked out in sumptuous fabrics with touches of gold and brocade. She felt like she had stepped through a portal to the Edwardian era.
Tyler pulled her into his embrace. He smelled divine and, of course, looked catalogue-worthy in his pale blue Oxford shirt and jeans. He then held her at arm’s length. ‘My god, you’re so pale, honey. Let me get you a drink.’ He rushed off to the minibar and poured her a glass of amber-coloured liquid. ‘I was going to get you roses or chocolates but…’ He didn’t finish his sentence, leaving the area blank for her to fill in her own choice of excuse.
She slipped off her thick coat and sat on the plush couch by the window, kicked off her snow boots and socks and gazed out at the New York skyline as the winter sun began its descent. The sky glowed tangerine with the hinted suggestion of melting the snow, however, Ruby knew the hue was deceptive; she’d felt the chill in the air on her arrival, although she somehow felt that wasn’t all down to the weather.
He joined her and handed her the glass. ‘So, what the hell is going on? Has Valerie uncovered anything yet?’
Ruby took a sip of the drink and grimaced as the heat hit her throat. ‘No. Nothing. I just don’t get it, Ty. I’m not the evil person I’m being made out to be. I would never say those vile things. You’d think those people who’ve followed me for long enough would see that. But no, they want to believe the negative. It’s just… just awful.’
‘Did you delete the posts?’ he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
She sighed and nodded. ‘Of course! As soon as I saw them. But it was apparently a futile exercise. People screenshotted them and reposted everywhere.’ She placed her drink on the coffee table and covered her face with her hands. ‘I’m ruined. No one will want to hire me after this.’
Tyler took one of her hands and squeezed it tight. ‘Hey, come on, don’t say that. And anyway, you’re due to start filming The Girl and The Rose next month. People will have forgotten all about this by then. Trust me. People in Hollywood are so damn fickle. You’ll travel to LA and it will be as if this never even happened.’
She lifted her chin and locked her gaze on his. Was he just paying lip service? Or did he really believe it to be the truth? After all, he had been in the movie business a lot longer than her, so he probably knew how this all worked. ‘Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now, Tyler Harrison.’ She reached out and touched his cheek.
‘Aww, shucks. And hey, my followers have increased by ten thousand this week, so that’s good.’
She wasn’t sure of the relevance but knew how much his social media presence meant to him. ‘Oh… great.’
He sidled closer and slipped his free hand into her hair. ‘Now, what do you say I take your mind off this whole mess?’ His mouth curled up into that pin-up style, heart-throb smile he was famous for and her whole body stood to attention. ‘I could run us a bath too.’
She climbed into his lap and rested her forehead on his. ‘That sounds wonderful.’
He leaned closer and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the swollen flesh, and she shuddered. His delight at her reaction was evident beneath her, and before she could say anything further, he scooped her up, carried her into the luxurious bedroom and set her down beside the bed, letting her bare feet sink into the deep, plush rug. The bed was huge with an ornate carved headboard and the chandelier above it cast little shards of light that danced across the parquet flooring in the rest of the vast space. He really was treated like royalty.
Dragging her from her reverie, although with no reluctance on her part, Tyler began to unfasten her white linen blouse, placing gentle kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. Her eyes drifted closed as she relished the feeling of his lips on her skin. He pushed the shirt away and let it drift to the floor, before doing the same with her jeans.
‘My god, you’re a vision in white,’ he said as he stood back to appraise her there in her plain lingerie.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she covered her curves with her arms as heat rose in her cheeks. ‘I wanted to shower and change before I came to see you. I wanted to put on something special. This is just my boring, everyday underwear.’
He shook his head as he slowly unbuttoned his own shirt. ‘I wouldn’t want you any other way than how you look right now.’ Once stripped down to his fitted boxers he stepped closer and slipped his arms around her back, one hand sliding down to her bottom and giving it a squeeze. ‘Now kiss me, my little English rose.’
She closed her eyes as his lips met hers and he devoured her, slowly and sensuously. Before she knew she had moved, he had lifted her onto the bed and placed her on the billowing white fabric of the duvet.
3
The following morning, Ruby woke at seven. Tyler had taken his naked self off to shower, leaving Ruby munching on the breakfast feast that had been brought up by room service; croissants, pain au chocolat and fresh fruit were revealed to her from under shiny chrome cloches and, seeing as she was alone, she dived in, trying a little of everything. Sod the diet. Tyler’s phone vibrated constantly but it was password-protected so she had no clue who was trying to contact him.
At eight, she held her phone in her hand as she waited for her best friend, Kitty, to pick up the call. Once again, Ruby had forgotten the time difference, but instead of hanging up, she prayed that her friend would take pity and answer, even though it was one in the afternoon in Yorkshire and Kitty was no doubt up to her eyes in toddlers’ lunches or something. More than anything, she needed to hear a friendly voice.
Kitty Swinton had been in Ruby’s life since primary school and she was the one real person, aside from her family, that Ruby knew she could trust. The bubbly and bouncy blonde was her best friend, before performing arts school, before university and before fame, when Ruby was simply the daughter of an engineer and a florist, with dreams of being a dancer on the West End stage. Now Kitty Watson, she was married with two gorgeous children, Nelly, aged two, and George, aged five, and she was heavily pregnant with a third. The kids simply knew Ruby as Aunty Roo.
‘Ruby! Good grief, are you okay? I’ve been worried sick,’ came the voice at the other end of the call.
A wave of relief hit her, and she felt her eyes begin to sting with that all too familiar feeling. ‘Hey Kitty. I’m great. Great. I just realised it’s lunchtime there. I’m sorry. Should I call back later?’
‘No, you bloody should not. Nelly has been up since four anyway, so she had her lunch at breakfast time. She’s always the same when it’s the weekend and especially when it’s snowing. Typical. Anyway, you’re not fine. I know something has been going on. I’ve seen social media. What the hell happened?’ Her familiar Yorkshire accent was soothing and homely.
There was no point trying to hide the truth from Kitty, not that she wanted to. She knew her so well; far better than anyone else in her life. Kitty had been with her through thick and thin and she was lucky to have such a wonderful friend. ‘A shitstorm of epic proportions. My accounts were hacked, and someone has posted as me, saying all sorts of horrendous, bigoted and cruel things.’ A tightness restricted her throat. ‘No one wants to hear the truth.’
‘Bloody hell! Can’t your agent do a press conference or something? Surely there’s a way to get the truth out there?’
‘Valerie’s looking into ways to fight the fire, but it’s not looking great just now. I’m due to start filming soon, but I couldn’t even go home last night. There was a protest going on outside my block. I don’t even get how those people know where I live. Anyway, I had to come to Tyler’s hotel suite.’
‘Shit, Roo, that sounds terrifying. But at least you have Tyler, eh? I wish I could hug you.’
Hearing those words made emotion spill over and Ruby let out a sob. ‘Oh God, I wish you could too. I miss you so much, Kitty.’
‘Oh sweetie, please don’t cry. This will get sorted, I promise you. It has to. People will realise you’re not that person and that you’re a victim here too. Don’t give up and don’t bloody roll over and play dead. That’s just not who you are.’
‘Mummeeeeeee!’ a loud but very young voice shouted in the background. ‘Nelly spilled her juice all over my book and it’s ruined to bits!’
‘Oh heck. Sounds like you’re needed,’ Ruby said with a laugh.
‘Ugh, I’m so sorry, but I think you’re right. They’re fighting like cat and dog at the moment. If Nelly breathes in George’s direction, he gets in a huff. I’ll speak to you later, okay?’
‘Mummeeeeeee!’
‘I’m coming!’ Kitty snapped. ‘I’m so sorry, sweetie. I love you.’
Ruby smiled, but her heart ached. ‘I love you too. Bye.’ The line went dead, and she placed her phone on the table.
She contemplated calling her parents and knew she would have to at some point but decided that perhaps that was a call she would make later when she had a glass of wine in her hand. Her mum and dad were not on any kind of social media and she presumed that the news of all this hadn’t reached the international papers and TV stations yet. They were both worriers. She’d had to be so careful what she told them in the years since she relocated from home. Although they were incredibly proud of her, and supported her in her career, they panicked about her getting caught up with the wrong crowd, about drugs, stalkers and anything else that might happen to their precious daughter. The last thing she wanted was for them to become frantic and worry themselves sick. So, for now at least, what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.
Kitty’s words resonated within her. ‘Don’t roll over and play dead… that’s just not who you are.’ She was right. In the past, Ruby had always been the one to stand up and fight for what she believed in. This should be no different. Her mind began whirring with plans.
‘Hey my gorgeous girl. What are you up to?’ Tyler asked as he plonked himself opposite her at the small table, phone in hand and his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘I was just chatting to Kitty. I miss her so much.’
Without looking up, he said, ‘I can imagine. You’re all the way over here and she’s back in that little village. It’s a long distance to be apart from those you love. But you have me.’ He looked up and leaned across the table to squeeze her arm. ‘Although, I have to go out. I have a charity event at the junior baseball camp today. I’d invite you along but…’ He cringed. ‘Maybe it’s best if—’
‘If I don’t come because of what’s happened. I understand.’ She did, but she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. She’d hoped he would invite her anyway, so they could show a united front. His willingness to leave her behind stung.
‘Why don’t you have a nice long soak, grab some room service at lunchtime and watch some movies? I hear there’s a great one just released on pay-per-view about the battle at Rapido River.’ He grinned.
She rolled her eyes but smiled regardless. ‘I think I’ve seen that one… several times. The lead actor is quite dreamy, you know.’
His smile widened and he smoothed his hand over his hair. ‘Really? I hadn’t heard. Look, I’d better go. My driver’s waiting.’ He stood and slipped his phone into his back pocket.
