“Yeah, that deal’s off,” Jett says abruptly. “Things have changed. But I’m sure you know that, don’t you?”
He stops in front of me, his eyes blazing. I’ve never seen him so angry. And it looks like I’m the target of it.
“Wh-what do you mean? I don’t understand?”
“Don’t treat me like a fool, Lexie,” he snaps. “I don’t want to hear it. You know what you did. I don’t have anything more to say to you. Like I said, the deal’s off.”
He bends down to pick up his bag, which is lying on the floor between us, then slings it over his shoulder as I stand there gaping at him, momentarily stunned into silence.
“Jett,” I say, finally finding my voice as I rush forward to grab him by the arm. “What are you talking about? I have no idea what you’re talking about, I swear. Please, Jett, you have to believe me.”
“Lexie, I wouldn’t believe you if you told me your name,” he says, looking weary. He shakes my arm roughly off and turns away, before almost instantly spinning back around to face me.
“I trusted you, Lexie,” he says, leaning in so no one else can hear him. “I let you into my life. I told you things I’ve never told anyone else, because I thought you understood. I thought we were the same. But we’re not the same.”
He’s standing so close that I can practically feel the anger radiating off him in waves. His voice is low and controlled, but there’s no mistaking the fury that lies beneath it.
“We’re not the same, Lexie,” he goes on, “Because I would never have let you down like that. I would never have betrayed your trust. I really hope it was worth whatever you got paid for it. I guess you really were the serpent all along, huh?”
This time when he turns away, I know he’s not coming back.
“Jett,” I call desperately after him, but all that comes out is a squeak. It’s like one of those nightmares where you’re screaming for help, but no one can hear you. Right now, I know Jett can hear me, which means he’s deliberately ignoring me as he strides off towards the door that leads to his waiting plane, with me running after him, not caring how stupid I must look.
“Jett!” I sob, “Please wait. Please, you have to tell me what I’m supposed to have done. I don’t understand—”
I’m shouting louder now, but he waits until he reaches the door before he looks back.
“Is that right?” he says sarcastically as he pushes the door open. “Why don’t you ask your friend Scarlett, then? She seems to know it all, doesn’t she?”
The door slams shut behind him.
He’s gone.
And, just as I knew it would be, back when I first met him, my heart is broken.
Chapter 36
Romance or Showmance? What’s really going on between Jett Carter and Lexie Steele?
By Senior Reporter, Scarlett Scott
It looks like the perfect romance: but looks can be deceiving, and rumor has it that things between Hollywood heartthrob Jett Carter, and his Scottish sweetheart, Lexie Steele, might not be all that they seem.
“Jett’s relationship with Lexie is totally fake,” a source close to the star said, speaking exclusively to the Gazette this week. “He doesn’t love her. He barely even knows her, in fact. He’s in Scotland to rehearse for a new movie role and she’s been helping him with it, but it’s nothing more than that. They have separate rooms, separate lives. She’s basically just an employee.”
Carter and Steele started dating just a few weeks ago, and appeared to have a whirlwind romance, with dinner dates, red-carpet appearances, and romantic walks along the beach. Jett even introduced the Heather Bay born beauty to his parents (Oscar winner Charles Carter, and his wife Gabriella) at an event in L.A. last month, and was said to be so smitten with the distillery heiress that he was ready to settle down with her.
“That’s not true either,” our source said this week. “Jett will never settle down. It’s not in his nature. He’s a commitment-phobe, who’s been secretly messaging his ex the entire time he’s supposedly been seeing Lexie. She’s the only one he’s ever loved. All of his other girlfriends were just women his dad wanted him to be seen with, for the sake of his career, and Lexie’s no different.”
Jett and Lexie are currently staying in Heather Bay, to look after the latter’s ailing mother, Samantha. Neither could be reached for comment at the time this article went to press.
By the time McTavish arrives to pick me up from the airport, I’ve read the article on theGazette’swebsite at least five times, and have finally managed to stop sobbing, although my cheeks are still wet with tears, and every time I reach up to wipe them away, my hand comes back black with mascara.
I must look an absolute state, but McTavish tactfully refrains from comment as he takes the suitcase he unloaded from his car less than an hour ago, and puts it back into the boot.
“Dinnae worry, I didnae have far to come,” he says kindly when I start to apologize for making him come all the way back for me. “I stopped at Greggs in Fort William tae get a sausage roll. That’s where I was when ye phoned. Here, you can have it. Ye look like ye need it more than me.”
He hands me a soggy paper bag, waving away my protests as he gets back into the driver’s seat. After a moment’s hesitation, I open the passenger door and get in beside him. No point riding in the back when there’s just the two of us in the car now, is there?
