Behind Billie

Four

Let me tell you the story of Steve Evans.

He's a famous actor that I met at a charity event. That was three months ago. He was hot. And handsome. And hilarious. Very very hilarious. I remember a lot of huge famous actors ignoring me when I tried to cook up a canny conversation with them. They just gave me those typical plastic smiles that screamed "Get the f**k out of my face, loser!" And that's how I felt the entire night. Like a lousy loser.

Well, that's until Steve flipped the script. He turned a nightmare kind of night into a dreamy kind of night. He approached me with a drink on my table and called me by my name. This big star knew my f*****g name. Both names.

Steve was a childhood star who didn't turn out to be a troubled junkie like most of them do. He became a big star with big movies that made billions at the box office. Despite the massive success, this guy was humble and down to earth. Probably the reason he was "America's sweetheart". I'm so used to big celebrities who are considered "sweet and humble" by the public turning out to be the biggest devils in real life. Billie Brown is the perfect example of that kind of celebrity. But not Steve Evans.

In a charity where big stars were only sitting with big stars, he came to sit with a small star. A nobody. I remember people looking at him like he was crazy and catty women throwing me envious glares. I was just as shocked and confused as everyone. I made Steve f*****g Evans sit at my lonely small table at the back of the room.

We had a splendid time that night. We laughed and talked and I told him how much I want to give up on my acting career. And he told me to hold on just a little longer. That my big breakthrough would make all the struggle and suffering worth it. And I believed him. And I told him he was sweeter and prettier in person. And he blushed. That's how we became friends. Just like that.

After three weeks of constant communication with Steve, I couldn't deny it any longer. We had a deep connection and a deep desire for each other. So I told Billie I wanted to ask Steve to be my boyfriend. Because I was tired of waiting for him to shoot his shot first.

I had told her everything about the charity and how sweet Steve was at this point. At first, Billie said that he was too tall for me. That he was an overrated actor with no talent - just a fancy face and lots of luck. That he was too hot and handsome not to have an STD. That he went for plastic surgery to get that perfectly-chiseled face. That he wore fake contacts to make people think he had real blue eyes. That he probably just wanted to use me and dump me because there's no way such a big actor would go for a woman like me. Of course, all these things coming from a friend chipped a piece of my heart. And then Billie tried to make it better by saying, "Whatever makes you happy, honey."

I knew that Steve made me happy and I wanted him to be my boyfriend. When I told Billie, she wasn't happy about it. She said I was being desperate. That I should just let him be a man and ask me to be his girlfriend. That if he wanted a relationship with me, he would've sneaked out of the friend zone by now and made me his woman. But I didn't listen to Billie. Why would I listen to her? She's never been in a relationship for more than two seconds.

I asked Steve to be my boyfriend and he gave me a blunt NO. Not that he didn't want to be my boyfriend but his crazy schedule wouldn't allow him to be the man that I deserve. I thought that was so sweet. We still kept talking constantly. He even invited me to his apartment and I met his big brown dog named Stephanie. We connected instantly with Steph. She received me warmly, jumping and hugging me, every time I came over to his house. Sometimes, he even asked me to babysit Steph at my house when he was filming outside the country.

Billie wasn't quite happy with this new friendship I had with Steve. She grimaced when I told her how cute and sweet and warm Steve's dog was. She said dogs are disgusting - that she prefers cats.

One time, Steve left Steph at my place. When he came back in the evening to pick her up, she was asleep. He didn't want to wake her so he suggested that we cook something nice and drink some wine. We cooked something nice. We drank some wine. And we f****d like crazy. Steph woke up and found us on top of the kitchen counter, naked. She started barking at us. We started laughing and locked her out of the kitchen. Her endless barks were the background music of our love-making. And the kitchen floor was our bed. Definitely a night to remember.

But you know what I will never forget? The next morning after that memorable night. I woke up at 7.00 am to find Steve gone. His dog gone. His coat gone. I called him. I was blocked. Texted him. I was blocked. What the f**k was going on?

I wanted to call Billie crying. But she would laugh at me. That loud, condescending "I told you so" laugh. So I didn't tell her. I just cried and cried and cried until I didn't have the strength to cry. I ate some food and got the strength to start crying again.

You probably won't believe me when I tell you that Steve and Billie started dating exactly two days after he ghosted me. They were photographed out in public by the paparazzi, having coffee. Laughing and holding hands. I went to the toilet and threw up.

That was the moment I started hating Billie. She had done some f****d up s**t before but none of it was this f****d up.

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I'm seated on the white couch, watching Billie pace around her living room restlessly. I came as quickly as I could. I couldn't wait to see the terrified and troubled look on her face. It's so rewarding.

Noah is sprawled on the couch across me, lost in his headphones. He's not bothered by Billie's tantrums. He's lost in his own little world.

"He's saying that I killed that b***h!" Billie says.

"What b***h?" I'm now concerned.

"That foolish fat dog of his!"

"Steph?" I frown. "You killed Steph?"

She rolls her eyes and stops pacing.

"Who cares? It's just a stupid greedy dog!"

My stomach clenches and my teeth grit behind that plastered smile. Steph was too sweet to be killed by this heartless monster.

Billie crosses her hands against her chest, looking down at me as I sit silently on her sofa.

"This is what you're going to do for your best friend." She starts. "You will make a public statement saying that Steve is a big liar. That I'm a sweet person who loves animals. That I would never hurt a fly. That the only monster here is Steve."

Billie sits next to me and takes my hand in hers. Her hand is so warm and so soft for a monster like her. She begs me with her eyes.

"You have to do this." She says gently. "This is your chance to take revenge on him for f*****g you and ghosting you."

Wait...

I never told Billie that I had s*x with Steve.

How did she know?

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