The Glamorous Life
by Nicole & Rob
Standard Disclaimer: This story is a complete
work of fiction. The authors do not know any of the celebrities mentioned in
this story, their sexual preferences, or any other such things that are quite
frankly no one's business but their own. This story may contain descriptions
of sex between consenting adults of both genders, so if you are under the age
of eighteen, depictions of such acts are illegal in your area or are contrary
to your beliefs, this is as far as you go. Don't say you weren't warned. Now,
with that said, on with the show!
Chapter One: The Beginning
"I loved you," Dylan said, sneering at Rebecca. "I loved
you with all my heart, and what did you do? You lied to me! You lied to me
and I know you lied to Francesca."
"Dylan, I…" Rebecca began, but Dylan cut her off.
"I don't want to hear it!" Dylan shouted. "You obviously
seem to want to be with George, considering you were in his bed all night."
"His name is Greg," Rebecca said angrily, "which you'd
know if you actually stopped to listen for five seconds instead of running
off at the mouth every chance you get."
"You know what? I don't give a damn what his name is, and I don't
give a damn about you. Now, take your ring, and your watch," Dylan said
icily as he began to remove the items from his arm and finger, "and get
out of my house." He slammed the items down on the counter between them
and stared hard at Rebecca.
"Fine!" Rebecca screamed as she snatched up the items. "Have
a nice life—loser!" she grumbled as she stormed out the door.
Dylan watched her go, and as the door slammed behind her, he felt his insides
sink a little as the house fell eerily quiet. He walked over to the couch and
sat down, pondering the fight that had just occurred. He was arbitrarily lost
in thought when a voice caused him to jump.
"I see that went well," came a voice from behind him.
Dylan spun around to see the concerned look on his sister Francesca's
face. "I take it you heard."
Francesca laughed. "Honey, the whole city heard," she said as
she sat down next to Dylan.
"I can't believe she used me like this. I thought we were something
special. I thought we were going to be together forever. Then she goes and
does something like this, and nothing makes sense any more," Dylan said
"I don't know what the girl was thinking, passing on a hunk of
man like you," Francesca said coyly. "If we weren't legally
related, I'd jump you here and now."
"Francesca!" Dylan yelled, but a smile had slowly started to
creep onto his face. "Even if it's by adoption, I am still your
"A fact that never ceases to annoy me," Francesca said. "You
have to admit, though, that you got it goin' on, bro."
Dylan admired his sleek, well-defined body and shot Francesca his patented
perfect smile. "If you're trying to make me blush, you're
"Good. Now, get your mind off that little piece of trailer trash and
get on with your life! You're not going to do yourself any good moping
around here. Besides, you're a Baxter. This kind of stuff rolls off us
like water off a duck's backside," Francesca said with a grin.
Embracing her brother, she said, "Give it a day or two to digest. You'll
feel better—I promise." She then stood up, flashed him another
smile, and sashayed out of the room.
Dylan watched her go, shaking his head. He lay back on the couch and stared
at the ceiling, blowing some strands of his medium-brown hair out of his face.
"Cut! Excellent job everyone!" came the voice of Alex Carrington,
the show's director. "Taylor, wonderful performance, as usual," he
said to Taylor Jeffries, who played Dylan Baxter on the hit soap opera, Temptations. "Listen,
I have to run, so tell Miss Cassie that she was great and that I will catch
up with her later."
"Will do," Taylor said as he watched the director run out of
"Where's he off to?" Cassidy Saunders, who played Dylan's
sister Francesca Baxter, asked as she walked up to Taylor.
"Beats me," Taylor replied, "but I'm supposed to
tell you that you were fabulous, Cass."
"Taylor, were those his exact words?" Cassie asked.
"Not exactly, but it's what he meant to say, I'm sure," Taylor
said with a grin. "I…" He was about to make a smart aleck
remark when the ringing of Cassie's phone interrupted him.
"Hold that thought," Cassie said as she grabbed her phone out
of her purse. Looking at the phone number on the display, she groaned loudly
and threw her phone back into her purse.
"Would I be correct in assuming that's the walking dead man?" Taylor
asked, his face darkening.
"Yeah, it's the bastard," Cassie replied. "I'm
guessing you're still pissed off at him for outing you at the Emmy's
"No, I'm pissed off at him because yesterday his hair looked
better than mine yesterday."
"Well, it does look like a squirrel is nesting up there. Oh, was that
sarcasm?" Cassie said sarcastically. "I have such trouble
recognizing it. You know, dear, sarcasm isn't a very becoming trait on
"Nor are those shoes on you," Taylor retorted.
"Well, now we're getting personal, aren't we?" Cassie
shot back. Then, in a lower voice, she said, "Are you regretting coming
out of the closet now?"
"It's not like I had much of a choice," he said. "If
I lied now, it would come back and haunt me later if and when I ever decided
to tell the truth. I might as well get it over with now and see what happens.
Besides, I can at least look back someday and know I was, for a moment, on
"It doesn't seem like it's gone over so badly," Cassie
mused as her phone began to ring again. "I swear, if that bastard doesn't
stop calling me…" She picked up her phone and, as she looked at
it again, her expression changed. "Whoops! It's Nina. Hang on."
As Cassie began to talk with Nina, her daughter Abby's nanny, Taylor's
mind flashed back to the night where his life was turned upside down and the
events that had led to it.
There was excitement in the air. It was once again time for the Daytime Emmy
Awards, and Taylor, Cassie, Ashley Tomlinson—the actress who played Rebecca
Garrett-Baxter, and the show's producers were all up for awards that night.
Taylor was dressed to the nines in a chic Armani suit. He had his hair styled
earlier that day—and once he left the salon he fixed it so it looked
more like him. He hated being dressed up like a doll. He would have been just
as happy showing up to the Emmys in jeans as he would in a suit, but the propriety
required for such a function would never allow that. So, he just let himself
go with the flow, and the next thing he knew, it was half past four. He checked
his suit again to make sure his cats or dog didn't leave any fur on it
before turning to leave the house. The studio had sent a limousine to pick
him up. Taylor wasn't very big into flashy and ostentatious things, but,
once again, he knew it was part of the game.
The limousine stopped at Ashley's condominium to pick her up, and then
they went on their way to Cassie's elegant home in Beverly Hills. Cassie
always said that she had never really wanted to live there, but considering
the fact that her now ex-husband had already purchased a home there before
they were married, it made logical sense to just move in instead of trying
to find a new place. When they split a couple of months ago, she had been quite
surprised when she discovered he was giving her the house. Supposedly, it was
because she had won custody of their daughter, Abby, and he didn't want
the child to have to endure the stress of moving. Through the entire process
he seemed so kind and benevolent. If Taylor hadn't known him better than
that, his demeanor would have suckered him in too.
The announcement had made front page of the entertainment news. The storybook
marriage between Cassidy Saunders and Orlando Bloom had officially come to
an end. While there were some rumors and occasional leaks of the truth here
and there about what had really happened in their last year of marriage, Taylor
had sat on the sidelines, a reluctant occupant of a front row seat, and watched
the whole house of cards crumble. Orlando had never been very happy about living
a sedated life with his new wife. He was a wild man with a need that bordered
on obsession to get out and party; it was something that he found uplifting
and his wife found annoying. Many were the times Orlando had stumbled into
their house so drunk he didn't even recognize Cassie. According to her,
she preferred it that way. It was oftentimes easier to get him into bed when
he was incoherent so he could sleep it off. Then there were the other times.
They fought a lot, if not all the time. There were moments when things were
calm and they really seemed to be in love with each other. This was usually
when other people were around. Actors act, and they were great at putting on
a show. After about a week, Taylor was no longer considered company but one
of the family, so the two never let his presence prevent them from getting
into a knock-down, drag-out, free-for-all grudge match with each other.
"Don't let my beauty fool you," Cassie would always say
to Taylor. She may have been small and beautiful, but she was born with a wild
spirit, and she'd never had a problem holding her own in a fight against
It was at least heartening to know that they were incredibly cautious about
fighting in front of Abby; in fact, they managed to avoid it most of the time.
In part, this was due to the fact that they sent her off with Nina more and
more. There were weeks where Taylor had wondered if Orlando had seen his daughter
Everything came to a screeching halt when Orlando had come home one night
from another party. He was definitely plastered; one could smell the alcohol
on him from across the room. Taylor and Cassie had been studying their shooting
script for the next day when he staggered in.
"Damn!" Cassie muttered under her breath. "He's done it again."
"Maybe he'll just go to bed," Taylor said tentatively as he watched
Orlando slowly maneuver throughout the house.
"Or not," Cassie said as she watched her husband make his way toward
the two of them.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Orlando demanded.
"Baby, be quiet," Cassie said softly. "You'll wake Abby."
"I want to know what the two of you are up to!" Orlando continued,
the volume in his voice never wavering.
"We're just looking over out scripts for tomorrow," she said as
she held hers up. "Just like we do every night."
Orlando walked up to her, bent his head down until it was inches from hers,
and whispered, "Liar."
Cassie took a few steps back and stared at the man whom she called her husband. "Excuse
me? What did you just call me?"
"I called you a liar. I know you and Mr. Perfect over here have something
going on. I can tell. I can see it in your eyes."
"I'm surprised you can see anything, considering how you can barely
walk two feet without tripping over yourself," Cassie said venomously. "You
have no clue what you're talking about, and I'm not listening anymore. Come
"Oh, right!" Orlando said. "Run away with your buddy Taylor.
What are you going to do? Go upstairs to our room so you can screw like rabbits?"
Cassie ignored him and continued walking, but she stopped when she realized
that Taylor was no longer by her side. She turned to discover that Taylor had
Orlando flattened against the wall, telling him off. "I don't know where
you got this notion that Cassie and I have done anything inappropriate with
each other, but I am going to tell you here and now that I have done nothing
with Cassie, am not doing anything with Cassie, and will never do anything
with Cassie. She is a married woman, and I am an honorable person as well as
a gentleman—something you obviously are not. Hopefully
one of these days she'll stop wasting her time on trash like you and find herself
someone worthy of the title 'man,' considering you're not one."
"What? Is my woman not good enough for you?" Orlando sneered.
"Hey!" Cassie exclaimed. "Just because I married you does
not make me your woman. I am my own person, thank you very much!
Taylor, don't answer him. You don't owe him anything."
Taylor debated about saying something else to Orlando, but it was already
getting late, he was tired, and he'd had more than enough of this argument
for one day. He glanced over Orlando one more time, turned his nose up in disgust,
and headed for the door. "I'll catch up with you tomorrow, Cass," Taylor
said as he placed his hand on the door handle.
"Wait a minute! I remember now," Orlando shouted. "I can't
believe I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Cassie said, eyeing her husband suspiciously.
"The reason why you and Mr. Perfect over there won't ever get together.
I forgot he's a damn fairy."
Taylor's hand tensed on the door handle. His teeth started to clench and
his free hand started to turn into a fist. "What did you say?" Taylor
asked slowly as he turned to face Orlando once more.
Orlando noticed that he had gotten under Taylor's skin, and the response
made him smirk. "That's right. Mr. Perfect's not so perfect is he?
Yeah, he's a big star, looks pretty, and has all the little girlies after him.
Oh, what would they ever do if they found out that not only are they never
going to have him, but that they're going to have to keep their boyfriends
away from him too!"
Taylor was horrified. The only soul he had ever breathed the truth to was
Cassie, and… Taylor closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Cassie," he
said softly. Looking over at her, he said coldly, "I can't believe you."
"Taylor, I didn't tell him anything, I swear!" Cassie exclaimed.
"Taylor, I didn't tell him anything, I swear!" Orlando mocked.
Now, if Orlando hadn't been so drunk, he could have used this scene to his
advantage if he wanted to truly drive a wedge into their friendship. However,
the alcohol had clearly impaired his ability to think, so instead he told the
truth. "I overheard you two talking on the phone a couple days ago. I
had gone to call a buddy of mine to let him know about this mad party over
in Malibu, and when I picked up the line, I heard the two of you talking. That's
when I heard you," Orlando said, pointing at Taylor, "talking to
her about your little secret. So, who's the man now?"
Before Taylor could react, Cassie yelled, "I am, and if you don't get
the hell out of this house, I'm going to plant my foot so far up your
ass, you'll be tying my shoelaces with your teeth!"
"You can't kick me out of my own house!" Orlando thundered.
"Watch me," Cassie responded. "I'd love to see you try and
take Taylor and me on. Hell, I'd love to see you try to take me on!"
"I'll kick your ass, woman," Orlando yelled.
"That's it!" Taylor screamed. Throwing open the door, he went over
to Orlando, picked him up, threw him over his shoulder, and then proceeded
to toss him out onto the front lawn. "And the next time she tells you
to leave, I suggest you take her at her word and do it." Sighing, he turned
to Cassie and said, "We'll talk later. I need to go now." Before
Cassie could say another word, Taylor had left.
The next couple of months after that had been tumultuous. Cassie had filed
for divorce a couple of days later, and since it was far from amicable, it
took a long time to drag itself through the court system. The press was all
over it from day one, and while Cassie seemed to be coping with it fairly well,
Taylor was a bit of a mess. He was routinely dragged in to give his account
on this event or that event; on what he said or what she said; on who hit whom
first. Taylor just wanted it over and done with—the sooner, the better.
For one, he was worried that at some point in time Orlando might let his secret
out as a means of retaliation against him. To his surprise, it never came.
In fact, Orlando had been nothing but a gentleman through the whole ordeal.
Once the divorce was finalized, Orlando seemed to disappear, resurfacing
only when it was time for him to see Abby. He might have been a horrible husband,
but he was a fairly decent father. He routinely kept himself in check while
he was around Abby, and while the looks he would continually shoot at Cassie
and Taylor could have killed, he never let his daughter see that he was angry.
However, inside his mind, the wheels were turning. He was plotting on how best
to get back at Cassie for destroying his life, and at Taylor for helping her.
On the night of the awards show, Cassidy was running a little behind as usual.
Taylor, after waiting in the limousine with Ashley for over ten minutes, got
out and ran up the walk. Letting himself inside, he called out to Cassie.
"Just a minute Taylor!" she yelled from upstairs. "I'm trying
to find my earrings!"
"Did you look in the bathroom?" Taylor yelled back.
"Now why would I leave them in the…" Cassie started to yell,
followed by a moment of silence. "Never mind! I found them!" Taylor
chuckled to himself. He knew Cassie far too well.
"Hurry up!" he called. "We're going to be late!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she yelled as she came down the stairs. "Don't
get your boxers in a knot." As she came down the stairs, Taylor's
breath caught in his throat.
She was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a dark gold, camisole-styled
dress that fell in soft layers around her curvy frame and made her skin glow.
She had on a pair of stylish heels to match and a pair of antique diamond earrings,
courtesy of Fred Winston. She wore a simple gold chain and butterfly locket
around her neck—a "good luck Mommy" gift from Abby—and
her hair had been beautifully styled in soft curls that framed her face and
fell in cascading waves down her exposed back.
Noticing the attention she was getting from her friend, she said with a smirk, "Makes
you just want to come over here, rip it all off, and take me now, doesn't it?"
Taylor's eyes narrowed. "As if," he said flippantly.
Rolling her eyes, Cassie made her way to the bottom of the stairs and said, "Boy,
you are too tense. You need to get laid or something."
"Would you mind saving discussions on my non-existent sex life for some
time other than now," Taylor said in annoyance. "We have to go!"
"All right, all right," she said as she went to get her purse off
the kitchen table. "I definitely need to get that boy a man," she
muttered once she thought she was out of earshot.
"I heard that!" Taylor yelled from the front door.
"Damn! What does he have, sonar or something?" she wondered aloud.
She picked up her purse and made her way hastily out the door and to the limousine.
Taylor, who was holding the door open for her, shot her an evil look as she
took her seat inside. Once inside, she exchanged pleasantries with Ashley,
and once Taylor had taken his seat next to Cassie, the three rode in silence
to the awards.
As it was every other year, the awards were a madhouse. There were people
everywhere, flashbulbs were popping left and right, and the beautiful people
of daytime were making their presence known. Taylor looked over at Cassie and
took a deep breath. This was going to be the longest five minutes of his day.
Cassie wasn't in much better spirits. She'd had a fight over the phone with
Orlando earlier that day, and it was still weighing on her mind. At least she
took comfort in knowing that Abby was with Nina and would be safe. As the limousine
pulled up to the red carpet, she took a moment to put her emotions in check,
put on the fake smile, and got ready to work the carpet. Ashley exited first,
followed by Taylor, who extended his hand into the limousine to help Cassie
It was not uncommon knowledge that the two were good friends; the tabloids
had continually speculated that there was something going on between the two
of them and that it had been because of Taylor that Cassie and Orlando's marriage
had self-destructed. None of the gossip seemed to bother either of them; in
fact, Cassidy found it remarkably amusing, and Taylor couldn't have cared less.
He knew that actions such as this were just fodder for the fire, but he was
content with the rest of the world thinking what they wanted. Besides, it was
better for his image, according to his agent, if he were romantically linked
with someone of Cassie's status.
The two were joined by their press agents, and proceeded to work the carpet,
stopping for the required pictures and interviews for the major entertainment
outlets, before heading inside the theatre. Finding their table, they sat down
next to Ashley and Alex, both of whom were nominated for awards along with
Taylor and Cassie. They chatted about a number of things while they waited
for the show to begin. Eventually, the lights dimmed and the show began. While
both managed to cheer for Ashley when she won the Best Supporting Actress category,
Taylor and Cassie had both always found the show to be rather dull, and it
was all Cassie could do to keep from falling asleep until she heard her category
"And now, to introduce the nominees for Outstanding Lead Actress in
a Drama Series," said the evening's host, Regis Philbin, "a wonderful
young man who has brought a lot of talent to the big screen: Orlando Bloom."
Orlando walked out onto the stage amidst applause from the audience, and
all eyes at their table turned to Cassie as she shrieked, "What?!"
"I take it you didn't know he would be a presenter?" Alex asked
quietly as Orlando began to read the list of names.
"I had no idea," Cassie said, slumping in her seat. Staring at
the stage, she said, "And now, for the first time in my life, I'm praying
I don't win. I do not want to face him tonight on live
Taylor grabbed Cassie's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Even if you do
win, and I do hope you win, because you deserve it, just be your usual bright,
charming self. Besides, you said it yourself. This is live television. What
can he do?"
"I guess," Cassie said hesitantly. She knew Taylor had a point,
but her gut instinct told her differently.
"…and Cassidy Saunders, for Temptations," Orlando
said, his fake smile never wavering. Knowing the camera would be turned on
her, Cassie smiled brightly and tried to appear calm, yet nervous, as many
people would expect her to be. "And the Emmy goes to…Cassidy Saunders
for Temptations!" The theatre exploded into applause and cheers
as Cassie slowly made her way around the table, accepting congratulations from
Taylor and Alex, and made her way up to the stage. She was trying to figure
out how best to take the award from her now ex-husband without trying to rip
his testicles off at the same time.
As she made her way to the podium, she was a little surprised to see Orlando
smiling. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, she thought. As she came
closer to Orlando, however, something in his eyes made her whole body tense
a little. She noticed he was no longer smiling, but staring intently at her.
She paused, only for a brief second, and then willed herself forward. She went
to take the award from him, but soon realized he wasn't letting go.
When she was just about to say something, Orlando narrowed his eyes and said
into the microphone, "Congratulations Cassie. You deserved this, among
a lot of other things. I hope you and your gay boyfriend Taylor over there
are happy… especially knowing how you've both destroyed my life. So,
do me a favor. Keep your slutty ass away from me, and tell Taylor that I am
definitely not available."
Acknowledging the shock that had just registered with Cassie with a malicious
grin, he said, "Congratulations again," and then proceeded to disappear
into the backstage throng.
The entire theatre burst into a wall of sound. The camera personnel, upon
hearing Orlando's words, had spun the cameras around to get Taylor's reaction,
but he was nowhere to be found. When Taylor heard the words 'gay boyfriend
Taylor,' his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Deciding he needed to get
out quickly, he made a dash for the door and, once on the street, hailed a
taxi. The moment he had been dreading had finally come. He had been exposed
to the world, and it was not on his terms. His entire career as a soap opera
star had been built on the fact that he was good-looking, charismatic, and
seemed to be a hit with the ladies. Now that everyone knew where his preferences
lay, his career was in potential jeopardy. The cab driver didn't say a word
to him all the way to his house, except to quote him the fare upon arrival.
Taylor paid the man and ran inside. He knew it wouldn't be long before the
paparazzi were outside trying to talk to him. He just couldn't face that. Not
"Sorry about that," Cassie said as she hung up. "Abby hasn't
been feeling well, so Nina was letting me know how she's doing. Poor baby has
had a temp of 101° all day."
"Bummer," Taylor said. Over the years, he had come to feel like
a parent to the little girl, and was genuinely concerned with her welfare. "Anything
I can do?"
"No," Cassie replied, "but you're sweet to offer. By the way,
have I apologized to you yet today for what my idiot ex-husband did?"
"Cassie, it's not your fault. You don't have to keep apologizing to
me. You've been doing it ever since that night and honestly, it's starting
to get a little old."
"It is too my fault," she retorted. "If I hadn't married
him, this wouldn't have happened. You know, that offer to have him killed still
Taylor laughed. "As tempting an idea as that is," he began, "I
don't think it would be very productive. What's done is done."
"I still can't figure out how he got on," Cassie mused. "Last
I heard he was never slated to be a presenter. Even more so, how did he become
a presenter for my category? I smell a conspiracy here."
"We may never know," Taylor said, "but like I said before,
'what's done is done.' He announced it to the world, I confirmed it to Ellen
DeGeneres on her show, and that's that. It wasn't easy for me to do, but I
kind of like the idea of not having to hide myself."
"Very true," Cassie said, her visage brightening considerably as
she regarded her best friend. "On the bright side, it makes me finding
you a man so much easier!"
"Don't you go playing matchmaker on me," Taylor warned. "It'll
just be a disaster."
"How do you know that?" Cassie shot back. "I'm great at fixing
people up!" Then, as a side note, she said, "Just not myself."
Taylor would have said more, but a page bringing him a letter interrupted
him. "Mr. Jeffries? I have a letter for you."
A look of confusion crossed his face. "A letter? How come you're bringing
it to me here? It should have gone with the rest of the fan mail."
The page shrugged. "I don't know sir. It came by courier, and they were
very explicit in that it had to be delivered to you personally. I told them
that you were on the set and that I would see that you get it."
"Uh, thanks," Taylor said as he accepted the envelope. The page
smiled and then scampered off to do another task.
"Careful Tay," Cassie said. "You don't know what's in that.
It could be something dangerous."
"True, but I'll never know until I open it. At least promise me that
if I die, that the page gets fired."
Cassie laughed. "Deal. Okay, might as well open it now while you've
got a witness."
Taylor stared at the envelope in his hand. It was addressed to him at the
studio, but there was no return address. That alone made Taylor a little nervous,
but he cast it aside and ripped the envelope open. Inside, all he found was
a short letter. It read:
My Dear Taylor,
I know this letter must come as a surprise to you; I'm surprising myself
in the fact that I'm even writing it. First, I want to assure you that I
am not some obsessed, crazed fan. I deal enough with those myself. I must
admit that I had never watched your show until the incident at the Emmys
made such big news. I followed the story quite a lot after that, and was
impressed with the way you handled yourself on Ellen's show. As you, of course,
know, it's not easy being in the spotlight and being gay. I can't imagine
how hard things are or maybe will be for you in the coming days, but I can
only hope that it will all be positive. After everything broke, I started
watching your show and have fallen in love with…it. Now I can't
seem to tear myself away.
I meant to write this letter sooner, but I kept chickening out. It was
hard enough for me to admit to myself that I was a homosexual, and none of
my friends seem to understand the notion too well. I've tried to tell them
a number of times, but, again, I never seem to find the nerve. What's hysterical
is that everyone sees me as completely girl-crazy. They couldn't be further
from the truth. I finally decided to write to you, because I knew you would
understand where I'm coming from.
Anyway, the reason I've sent this letter is two-fold. One, I'd like
to give you my support, and two; I wanted to see if you would ever like to
get together sometime for dinner or whatever. I know this must sound crazy,
but, to tell you the truth, I think you're hot. I'm glad that you can't see
my face, because I'm blushing just writing that. If you're interested, I've
written my agent's number at the bottom of the letter. I've told her to expect
your call, and I pray that you will.
I'm sending this letter by courier, but to be safe; I find it is better
not to sign my name, as the public is unaware of my true sexuality and that
is a part of my life I can't take a chance on revealing just yet. I plan
on being in Los Angeles for the next week, so hopefully we can get together
Waiting ever so patiently for your call,
Taylor continued to scan the letter until he had practically memorized it.
Getting frustrated, Cassie finally snatched the letter out of his hand. "Hey,
give that back!" Taylor exclaimed, but he didn't bother to fight with
her. For one, it was pointless, and second, he would have shown it to her anyway.
He wanted her input.
"Well, looks like I don't need to play matchmaker after all," Cassie
said at last. "Looks like someone is hot for your bod."
Taylor blushed. "Yeah, but who?" he asked. "It appears it's
someone famous, but they left no real clue to their identity. The only thing
he said was that everyone thinks he is girl-crazy, but that could be almost
"So what are you waiting for?" Cassie said reproachfully. "Call!"
"I don't know," Taylor said hesitantly.
"Call, damn it!" Cassie said as she pushed her phone into his hand. "Do
it now before I kick your ass!"
"Fine, I'll do it," Taylor relented. As he started to dial the
number on the letter, he mumbled, "Bitch."
"And proud of it," Cassie said. "Trust me. You'll thank me
As the phone began to ring, Taylor became a bit nervous. He was about to
back out and hang up the phone when a woman's voice answered the line. "Janet
Matthews. How can I help you?"
Taylor's throat suddenly went dry. "Uh, yes ma'am. Uh, I'm sorry to
bother you, but my name is Taylor Jeffries, and I received a letter from someone
claiming to be a client of yours, and…"
"Mr. Jeffries, I was hoping you'd call. Yes, my client is very
anxious to meet you," Janet said quickly. "You wouldn't by chance
be free this evening would you?"
"Uh…" Taylor suddenly tried to think of an excuse to get
out of going that day. He wasn't sure why, but he was becoming more and more
nervous about meeting this guy. "I'm afraid tonight isn't going to work.
I have plans with a friend of mine, and…"
Before he could say any more, Cassie snatched the phone out of his hand. "Hello,
miss? This is Cassidy Saunders, Mr. Jeffries friend. This boy has no life,
and he has no plans tonight. What time should he be there? Six-thirty? What
restaurant? What's the address?" Cassie had pulled out a small notebook
and was busily jotting things down. "Great. He'll be there, even if I
have to drag his ass down there personally." She shot Taylor a smirk,
and then said, "Why, thank you for the compliment and the congratulations.
I was very pleased to have won that Emmy. Well, have a good day. Good-bye." Hanging
up the phone, she turned to Taylor, who was glaring at her, and said, "What?"
"You didn't have any right to do that," Taylor said.
"Yes I did. It's my job to make sure you're happy, and you've been moody
ever since you were forced out of the closet. Now, I think this will be good
for you. Now, it's already after four o'clock, so let's get back to your house
and get you ready."
"I'm not so sure about this," Taylor admitted.
Cassie was starting to get annoyed with Taylor, so she whacked him hard in
the back of the head. "Well, I'm sure if you keep on with the whining,
I'm going to do more than whack you. Now come on!"
It was nearly six-thirty, and Taylor hadn't left his house yet. It
took every ounce of willpower she possessed for Cassie not to kill him. He
was deliberately taking his sweet time in getting ready, as if that would inevitably
cause the whole meeting to cancel itself. He had tried to procrastinate in
the shower, but Cassie fixed that by repeatedly flushing the toilet until Taylor
gave up. He shut off the water and told Cassie to get out so he could start
getting dressed. Once she left, he stepped out of the shower and admired his
toned, well-defined body in the mirror. I can't blame this guy for thinking
I'm hot, he thought a little conceitedly, because I am. He flexed
his muscles a little and smiled. Yeah, I do look good.
He put on his underwear and pants, and then walked out into the bedroom.
The second Cassie saw his naked torso she let out a sharp whistle. "Mmmmmm,
damn boy, you look good. It's too bad you're not into women, because I could
take you right here and now, looking like that."
Taylor shook his head. "Cassie, stop being weird. What should I wear?"
"I already picked out the rest of your outfit. Go do something with
your hair, quick! You're running late."
Taylor went back into the bathroom, blew dry his hair, ran some gel through
it, and then styled it in his usual fashion. He came back into the bedroom
and put on the short-sleeved shirt that Cassie held out for him. Taylor thought
it was a little tight, as he preferred his clothes to be on the loose side,
but he assumed Cassie had her reasons. He buttoned the shirt all the way to
the top, but Cassie came and unbuttoned the top button for him. "You don't
have to leave everything to his imagination, you know," she scolded.
"The way this shirt fits, I doubt anything will be left to anyone's
imagination," Taylor said.
"That's a good thing. Now, put on some socks and shoes, spray on a little
cologne, and be pleasant! You're not about to be drawn and quartered, for crying
"And I thought Abby had it bad," Taylor grumbled as he followed
Once he was ready, Cassie hustled him out the door into his BMW. "Here's
the address. Have a good time. If you have any problems, call me!" Then,
eyeing him suspiciously, she said, "Do I need to go with you to make sure
"No, I can do it, thank you very much. Now do me a favor and go away!" he
"Hmph! Some thanks I get. Oh well. Have a good time," she called
as she watched Taylor back out of the garage. "Hope it goes well." As
she wandered back into Taylor's house, she mumbled, "At least someone
has a date tonight."
J waited patiently at Luca's. He methodically played with the silverware
on the table as he continued to stare at his watch. He had been there since
six, in the event Taylor had shown up early. Instead, it was now six forty-five,
and he was beginning to wonder where Taylor was. His agent Janet said that
he would be there. "Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something," he
said quietly to himself. "Yeah, I'm sure that's it."
He caught his reflection in the back of the spoon he was playing with and
sighed. He knew that he was considered by many to be sexy, but he felt he paled
in comparison to the hunk he was about to have dinner with. He hadn't known
Taylor Jeffries even existed until the whole drama over his sexuality began
at the Daytime Emmy awards. The news had spread quickly to every media outlet,
and soon it seemed that was all the country was talking about. Taylor was so
good-looking that it made J's heart flutter. To think that he was about to
be face to face with the man was almost more than he could stand. That was, if he
actually showed up. J glanced at his watch again. Ten to seven. He prayed that
he wasn't about to be stood up. He wasn't sure if he could take that kind of
He had never had much time to date, or to even try. Any time he did try,
it became national news overnight. To his credit, at least they had all been
female, which protected his image. Most of them had been a sham however, a
scheme that had been concocted by his management. He had been on tour so much
that he felt his attempts at dating were futile. Such was the life of a 'boyband'
member, or so they were called. J wasn't very fond of the term, but found it
continually applied nonetheless.
He checked his watch again. Another three minutes had passed. If Taylor wasn't
there by seven, J was going to make a graceful exit and forget the whole episode
happened. It was at that point that he spotted the man walking into the restaurant.
Taylor was dressed in a tight-fitting, short-sleeved, button-down black shirt
and black pants. The fabric seemed to be molded to his body, and it made J
hot just looking at him. His eyes followed the man as he made his way slowly
to their table.
Taylor, who was extremely nervous, felt silly walking into the restaurant
looking like a lost puppy. All he knew was that the table was reserved under 'J.' Upon
entering the restaurant, he scanned it, hoping for some clue to the letter
writer's identity, but there were too many people and it was too dim to make
out the faces clearly. The maître d' escorted him toward the back of
the restaurant, where the tables were a little more secluded. As they approached,
his eyes locked on to the young man sitting by himself in a small booth in
"It's you!" Taylor exclaimed as he took his seat. "I have
to say I'm a little surprised. You definitely weren't the person I was expecting."
"Who were you expecting?" the young man asked.
"I don't know," Taylor replied. "The letter was cryptic enough
to not give any clues. I suppose it could have been anyone."
"Are you disappointed?"
"Not at all," Taylor said with a smile. "Not at all."
To be continued...
So who is J, and will he and Taylor hit it off, or is it a mess waiting to
happen? Will Cassidy find peace with her ex-husband, or are they doomed to a
life of constant fighting? What effect, if any, will Orlando's announcement have
on Taylor and/or Cassidy's career? While waiting for those answers, drop
Rob or Nicole a line and let us know your thoughts.
Well folks, this is my first collaboration with another author, and this is
Nicole's second, so it shall be interesting to see how this all goes. Hopefully,
this story will captivate you as much as our other stories have.