“Did you post earlier this evening?” he questioned her.
“Yes. You know I did. That cocktail post already has five thousand likes.” She relaxed a bit in his grip and opened one of her apps. “Oh, six thousand now.”
Frost managed not to roll his eyes, even though they wanted to disappear into the back of his head.
“Star. If you take a photo and post it, your followers will know exactly where he is, and maybe he doesn’t want that.”
“I’ll only—“ Star tugged a little on his grip, which was gentle on her arm, but he wasn’t letting her go.
“No. I’m asking you not to. Leave the man alone. Let him enjoy his private life with his fiancée.” Frost gently pulled on her hand, and finally, she relaxed and sat back down, snuggling into his side. “You don’t need photos of him to be successful. You’re making it all on your own.”
He knew his words would mollify her and prevent her from bothering the actor, who was now having a very animated conversation with Hel, Sadie, Abbey and Rocky.
A twinge of jealousy shot through him, and he froze with the realisation he would rather be sitting over there, chatting to people he didn’t know, than sitting here snuggled up with his stunning twenty-six-year-old girlfriend.
Shit. He needed to break up with her.
“Star, I… Well, we need to talk.” Frost stumbled over his words.
Now he had made his mind up, he needed to do it. He would suggest they leave, then he would tell her he was going to arrange for a hotel for her, or he would go to a hotel, whichever she preferred.
Star held her hand up to him, indicating he should stop talking. “We will. But I need to go and get some beauty sleep. I’ve got a trip away for a photoshoot this week.”
“Yes, but—“ Frost tried again. He couldn’t drag this out now he was sure he needed to do this.
“Don’t worry. I won’t wake you. Marco is collecting me in ten minutes, and we’re going to the airport tonight to stay in a hotel.”
Star snuggled into his chest, pretending to relax, but Frost knew better. He knew she was still staring across at Taylor Anderson, longing for a photo.
Marco was one of her ‘glam squad’ members, and despite their differences—Marco being a very delicate man who was a wizard with a makeup brush and a hair dryer. While Frost was a man-mountain who played a high-contact sport—they had become good friends. And he looked forward to spending time with the man who made him laugh so hard that he cried.
Frost wondered if he could still be friends with Marco when he split up with Star. Maybe they could have a custody agreement? Star could have Marco on work days, and he could have him on the weekend. No, that was ridiculous. They couldn’t have a custody agreement for a grown man. Frost felt sad at losing that friendship, as it had become important to him over the last two years.
“I need to nip to the washroom. I’ll be right back.” Star grabbed her phone off the table and jumped to her feet.
“Star, don’t,” Frost warned. “Promise me you’re not going to ask Taylor Anderson for a picture.”
Star didn’t say anything, she just pursed her lips and pouted.
“Promise me.”
“Ugh. Fine. You’re in a bad mood tonight, you know that, right?” Star flung herself back into her seat and crossed her arms under her chest.
This was another move Frost now knew well. She used it whenever she was trying to get her own way. She would wear a low-cut top, then cross her arms and push her chest out. He had been such a dummy and fallen for that trick so many times.
In the past, he would have given in to her request to stop her displeasure with him, but now he ignored her pouting and repeated. “Star. Don’t do it.” Grinding the words out through his teeth.
Maybe he should tell her now? But he dismissed the idea. No, he couldn’t do it to her in front of a room full of people. So he bit his tongue.
“Fine.” She crossed her arms tighter and thrust her chest out more.
Frost watched her while she gazed right at Taylor as if by staring, she might command his attention. He was pretty surprised the other man didn’t feel his face burning from Star’s laser-focused stare. But Taylor was looking at no other woman apart from the one he held hands with. He was chatting with Hel, Sadie, Abbey and Rocky. But he was attuned to his fiancée, and every time she moved, he would glance over at her, and his hand was either clasped with hers or resting on her leg. There was no way he was going to spare Star a glance. That was a man completely in love.
Frost sat silently, occasionally sipping on his pint as, out of the corner of his eye, he observed Star’s posture, desperately trying to get the other man’s attention. A cold feeling settled over him. He had met her in a bar, where she couldn’t keep her eyes off him, and he remembered how many times his eyes drifted down to her chest as she sat with her arms folded exactly how she was now.
Why was he such a fool?
“Babeeeeee.”
