He wants her back: The billionaire’s leading lady

“Shit!” she yelled and caught the bottle before it reached the ground. I could not force a word of thanks to her, or peel my eyes away from her phone. It wasn’t the caption that got to me. When you are famous, unwarranted rumors tend to spread, especially when you’re more secretive. I had seen posts shipping me and fellow cast members, him and other members of high society, a few deep founded allegations about our relationship…so the tagline was nothing new. It wasn’t the headline that had me moving in a mindless gait to an empty folding chair, it was the picture…pictures! I discovered in horror, as I scrolled down the article. It was her. Pierce’s first love was with him in every photo, a big smile on her face. The woman who I was apparently chosen to replace. She was back and in his arms. Pierce seemed to be supporting her weight with his body while she clung to him like every breath in her body was fueled by his presence. She was supposed to be a ghost from the past, not he

I was happy to just slip away quietly but as if he had sensed my presence he turned and looked directly at him Like moth to flame, I approached the pair of them. The doctor took his leave just as I reached their side, thwarting any secret hopes of finding out what they were doing there. The first thing I noticed was how similar to his mystery woman I looked. I might have glossed over her features when I first saw their photos, but Sarah had been right. The woman standing before me was blonde, had a beautiful sweetheart face, pointed nose and pouty lips. An overwhelming sense of longing filled me as I stopped opposite them. I wanted to bury my face in Pierce’s shirt like I did whenever I felt stressed. I’d inhale his warm woodsy smell and feel like all was right with the world. I needed to feel like that now more than ever. Instead I squared my shoulders and forced a confidence I didn’t feel onto my face. I refuse to cower in front of them. “What are you doing here?” He asked, con

“Look this way Myra.” “Miss Myra can you smile this way!” “I love your dress, was it made by a popular designer?” “Please, one more photo Myra!” the photographers shouted as we walked the red carpet. Camera lights flashed repeatedly but I was used to it by now. My sister tugged at my arm and I looked beside me. “Is it always like this?” Lily asked, awe written on her face. I was glad I had decided to make her my plus one for the party that night. The house was falling apart and we both needed a break. The past two days had been one roller coaster ride after another, moving from one problem to the next. I didn’t know things were this awful at home. “Not always, but this is a double event. We’re celebrating the birthday of the CEO of the label and the success of our new TV series.” I explained to her, forcing thoughts of leaking roofs and busted pipes out of my head. “Look at the camera Myra.” A photographer called. “What’s the name of your friend?” someone else asked. “Her n

“Is this seat taken?” she said with a smile as she drew an empty seat back and slipped into it. I was glad she wasn’t directly beside me. We had Adam between us. “It’s My-ra” Lily spoke up smiling at her. My innocent sister thought it was an honest mistake. “Oh.” Tami responded, while giving her a once over. Then she continued like no one had interrupted her. “I was just so alone at my table, and the only one of Pookie…I mean Pierce’s friends.” She corrected with a sly smile ”Is you. I hope you don’t mind that I’m here.” I pressed a hand into my thigh, and forced a smile in her direction. “No, not at all miss Tami.” Lily frowned at me. “So you do know him?” she whispered. “Doesn’t he look amazing up there?” Tami continued, her eyes glued to the stage, then she turned to the rest of us at the table. “Sometimes I can’t believe how close we are. And that handsome face comes with the most selfless person on earth.“ I wished she would go quiet about it already. God I thought break

My heart dropped into my stomach. “Pierce?” “His assistant.” She mouthed as she extended the phone to me. Relief washed over me. “Trevor.” I said in greeting “Miss Myra. I was hoping Hannah would pass on this message, but I guess it’s my lucky day.” He said flatly. Always with the sass. ”Mr. Blackwood wants me to let you know of an appointment with him tomorrow.” “I don’t have any.” “Well you do now. Be in his office by 10 am-and Myra? Let’s try not to get on his nerves by refusing to show up. we both know how he gets.” The phone went dead in my hand. Trevor was well suited to Pierce. “Well?” Hannah asked: “Pierce ‘ordered’ me to show up at his office tomorrow.” Hannah whistled. “We both knew this was coming. Cutting Pierce Blackwood out of your life is going to be near impossible. He practically owns the studio you’re working in. I won’t be of much help but do you want me to come with you?” I sighed. “No, it’s fine. it’s not like he’s going to do anything to me