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said.
     
    “I have to let you go, Piper,” I said. “I’ll call you
another time, okay?”
     
    I couldn’t hang up with her fast enough as my fingers
frantically pulled up the web browser on my phone. I went to the first gossip
site I could think of and saw my picture plastered on the front page.
     
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumbled. “No. No. No. He
said this wouldn’t happen.”
     
     
     

CHAPTER 7
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I ran to Hudson’s shower as hot tears fell down my cheeks
and rogue sobs escaped my mouth. I didn’t want Flor to hear me cry. Not that
she’d care, but I had too much pride.
     
    I stripped everything off and stood under the hot and steamy
running water. Cries escaped my mouth as the cruel words I’d just read were
burned into my mind. I’d never forget those things as long as I lived. I knew I
shouldn’t have come out to L.A. I knew I wouldn’t fit in out here.
     
    “Brynn?” I heard a man’s voice say after several minutes.
Hudson was back.
     
    “Hudson?” I called out, peeking my head out from the shower.
Even though I looked like a drowned rat, I was quite sure he’d be able to tell
I’d been crying. “You’re back already?”
     
    “I had the wrong day for the meeting,” he sighed, annoyed at
himself. “I realized that when I got about halfway to his office.”
     
    I popped my head back into the shower and ran my face under
the water, hoping to hide any signs of crying.
     
    “Are you okay?” he asked as he approached the shower
entrance. “Flor thought she heard you crying.”
     
    Damn it, Flor.
     
    “I’m fine,” I insisted as I smiled, but soon I succumbed. I
couldn’t lie. It was going to come out sooner or later. My smile twisted into a
frown as the tears began to spill down my cheeks again. No amount of shower
water was going to hide the fact that I was falling apart right in front of
him.
     
    “Oh, geez,” he said while he studied my face. “Let’s get you
out of there. Talk to me, Brynn. Tell me what’s wrong.”
     
    He reached over and pulled his fluffy, white robe off a
hook. I shut off the water and stepped out as he wrapped me in downy comfort
and led me back out to his room. I sat down on the bed and let the tears fall,
landing on my lap in large splatters.
     
    “Why are you crying?” he asked. “Are you homesick? Do you
not want to be here?”
     
    “No, no,” I said. “None of that.”
     
    “Then what’s wrong? I don’t understand,” he said.
     
    I wanted to tell him so badly, but I was embarrassed. What
would he think of me if he knew I’d been reading gossip sites? The last thing I
wanted was for him to think I was some groupie or pathetic girl looking for her
fifteen minutes of fame.
     
    “I talked to Piper this morning,” I said.
     
    “Oh, god,” he sighed. “Does this have to do with that Luke
asshole again?”
     
    “No,” I said with a furrowed brow. “Nothing to do with him.
She said my pictures were all over the internet.”
     
    “Pictures?” he was confused.
     
    “From last night,” I said. “Pictures of me tripping. You can
see up my skirt and right through my underwear.”
     
    He cringed. “I’m so sorry, Brynn. I honestly didn’t think
those would make it anywhere since no one knows you.”
     
    “That’s the thing,” I said. “No one knows me, but they want
to know who I am because I was with you.”
     
    He scratched his chin and sighed. “Must be a slow week in
celebrity gossip if that’s making headlines.”
     
    “I’m being called your Mystery Woman,” I said.
     
    He laughed. “That’s a horrible name. They couldn’t think of
anything better than that?”
     
    “I don’t find it funny at all,” I said as I glared at him.
How could he laugh about any of this? Where was the protective Hudson who saved
me from the evil paparazzi the night before?
     
    “Look, Brynn, this stuff is just par for the course,” he
said. “I’m sorry I