The first time we met at my father's party, I told movie star Tobias London he could go do something to himself, something anatomically impossible.
It wasn't his fault. Just a case of wrong place, wrong time, dramatic family drama occurring.
It should have put him off, watching me acting like a brat. But months later I get a text.
It's amazing what people will do for a movie star. Except you. I have a feeling you'd make me work for it. You've been on my mind since you left. So what do you say, want to play?
Hmm, that decision took me about three seconds. Be bored alone in Bel Air or go play with a hot guy? Hours later I'm on a plane.
I'm expecting bedroom fireworks with Toby. What I'm not expecting is to feel a connection... and for Toby to feel it too.
But it's a case of bad timing for both of us and, unable to commit to anything beyond those few days, we part...