Unforgettable: Book Two (A Hollywood Love Story #2)(21)

Phew! Just in time. Raucous applause, cheers, and whistles erupt from the audience as Brandon and Katrina breeze onto the talk show set hand in hand. Katrina is clutching Gucci, back in one of his frou-frou pink outfits. She looks positively stunning, clad in a tight sparkling black mini dress that makes her mile-high legs look even longer in her fierce six-inch high ankle boots. Brandon, wearing the outfit he wore this morning minus the scarf, flashes his dazzling smile and waves to the audience. My heart is melting.

They take seats next to Letterman, Katrina taking the one closest to his desk. She crosses her long legs seductively and places Gucci on her lap.

Letterman: “Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Is this the ten thousand dollar dog we’ve all read about?”

Katrina beams. “Yes. This is Gucci. Say hello to Dave, baby boy.”

The dog growls.

Letterman amusingly makes a frightened face and jolts. “Hmm, maybe you should have named him Rambo.”

Katrina breaks into laughter along with the audience. Brandon twitches a nervous smile.

Katrina: “Dave, would you like to hold him?”

Letterman: “Heh-heh. Thanks but no thanks. Maybe later you’ll show us one of his stupid pet tricks.”

Katrina flings back her mane of platinum hair with a shake of her head. “I’d love to. He’s so smart.”

Letterman: “So, Brandon, how did it feel to win the Golden Globe? Were you expecting to?”

Brandon laughs. “Hardly. But it felt great.”

Letterman: “Everyone’s still wondering why you forgot to thank your fiancée.”

Brandon squirms. Katrina butts in. “Oh! It was such a silly mistake. He’s made it up to me a million times.”

Letterman: “Tell us how.”

Katrina: “For one thing, he bought me this beautiful necklace for my birthday.”

A camera zooms in on the Elsa Peretti diamond heart necklace that’s draped around her long, slender neck. She wears it perfectly. The audience oohs. A bolt of jealousy tears through me.

Brandon: “Yeah, I picked it out myself at Tiffany’s.”

Rage replaces my jealousy. You bullshitter!

Brandon continues. “The same place I bought her ring.”

Katrina flashes a dazzling smile and her dazzling ring. Another close up.

Letterman: “Whoa! That’s some rock! Six carats?”

Katrina: “Oh, Dave. You’re off by four. It’s ten. And it’s flawless.”


Letterman chuckles. “I was never good in math. So, Katrina, how does it feel to be marrying People Magazine’s ‘Sexiest Man Alive’?”

He holds up the magazine and a camera zooms in on it.

Katrina flings her mane again. “Oh, Dave. I’m so excited! It’s going to be the wedding of the century!”

Letterman: “I heard it’s being televised live on TV. A special edition of your reality series.”

Katrina: “Yes! On Saturday, May twenty-third. We’d love for you to come.” She turns to Brandon. “Right, darling?”

Brandon: “Sure. Everyone and their mother is going to be there.”

I detect sarcasm in his voice. He shifts a little in his seat.

Letterman: “So Brandon, let me ask you—how do you feel about the media referring to you and your fiancée as Bratrina?”

Katrina chimes in before Brandon can say a word. “We think it’s so clever. Move over Brangelina.”

I want to smack her.

Letterman: “Katrina, could I share an excerpt of one of the love letters Brandon sent you before his accident?”

What! He wrote her love letters?? A painful lump forms in my throat.

Katrina: “Of course, Dave. I’ve kept them all.”

Brandon’s eyes widen while the talk show host holds up a sheet of paper that’s on his desk. Letterman clears his throat.

Letterman: “Katrina, you are the moon and the stars. My whole universe. I will love you for all eternity.”

The audience gushes a collective oooh while Brandon blushes. Nausea washes over me. I swallow it back as Letterman holds up the letter. It’s typed, but for sure that’s Brandon’s signature. How many more did he write her? A sickening feeling uncoils in my stomach.

Letterman: (chuckling) “I have to hand it to you, Brandon; you’re quite the poet. Do you remember writing this?”

Brandon: “Um, uh, actually no.”

Katrina: “Oh, Brandy-Poo. You wrote so many you’ve forgotten.”

The audience laughs with Katrina. Letterman joins them while Brandon breaks into a sheepish grin. The laughter dies down.

Letterman: “So Brandon, how does it feel to be working again? You gave everyone a scare with that accident.”

Brandon: “I’m fully recovered. And it feels great.”

Letterman: “Hey, do you mind if we show a clip from an upcoming episode of Kurt Kussler? My wife and I love your show. So does my son.”

Brandon: “Sure. Go ahead.”

The show cuts away to the clip. My breath hitches. It’s the shower scene between Kurt and Alisha. Why did he pick this scene of all scenes?

My eyes stay glued on the TV screen. I relive every moment of the rehearsal shower I took with Brandon. Bile rises in my throat as a red-hot ball of fire ignites between my thighs. I have the urge to touch myself and I do. I’m a hot wet mess.