Chapter 11: Awkward.

I wish I was experienced enough in this industry to manage a few secret lovers like Luca. Dante Fontaine is the only person I've slept with since Luca and I signed our contract, and I know he'll keep what happened a secret. But who knows what other men might do? I'm too afraid they'll run off the morning after and sell the story to one of the tabloids, and I can't afford to pay the $30,000 penalty our contract says we owe for each infraction of discretion. Sure, I'm making a lot more money than I used to, but I'm not making Fontaine money or anything - I mean, two years ago I had absolutely nothing. And now I'm saving most of what I earn for my family.

In all honesty, though, it's not even the sex that I miss - though I certainly wouldn't say no to that right now. It's more that I just want someone to talk to. Someone to hold me. Someone with whom I can drop all the lies, if only for a night. Sometimes the loneliness is so bad it's like a physical ache inside of me.