Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (7 page)

“
You are really Logan
Alexander’s brother?” Fern kept that hand prone, ready for
use.

“
I just said he was, they
have the same last name.” She stopped short of sticking her tongue
out at the woman who outted her every time she told Ivy a
secret.

“
Welcome to my home.”
Cecelia’s face lit up in a smile, and she shook Wilson’s hand as
well. “Everyone, let’s go inside, I want to show Giselle the
cake.”

In a move that even impressed her, she
managed to corral Wilson past Fern and followed Ivy’s mom.

“
Now with you safely here,
and my eyes on you and your cell phone, I will tell you why you are
here.” Cecelia led them into the kitchen and held her hands out to
the cake.

At the words on the cake, she stumbled back,
but Wilson caught her. “I don’t understand.”

“
Still unable to read?”
Fern came over. “It says, ‘Happy Engagement Ivy and
Matt.’”

Wilson bent down to her ear. “Who’s
Matt?”

Of all the times she should have opened the
bag and rolled out a red carpet to let the cats out, she stayed
quiet.

“
Ivy’s fiancé.” Fern
continued to spew her brand of facts. “He’s surprising her with the
engagement tonight. That’s why we’re all here.”

Barely realizing it, Giselle shook her
head.

“
What’s wrong?” As if
guarding the cake, Cecelia moved in front of the table with her
arms out.

“
Ivy is not seeing Matt in
the same way that I am seeing Wilson.” Though she said the words,
it sounded as if someone else were speaking.

“
Of course not, dear, you
and Wilson just started seeing each other. Ivy and Matt have been
together for a long time.” Cecelia’s tone turned
parental.

Apparently, this called for further
explanation and she leaned in. “Wilson and I have sex, a lot. Ivy
and Matt, not a lot.” Ivy and Matt were on again off again, mostly
off and now with Logan…Logan. Oh no, this was going to get bad.

Ivy’s father wiped his brow.

“
Well, not that it’s
anyone’s business, but maybe Ivy and Matt aren’t as forthcoming
about their private activities as you are.” Now Cecelia spoke
through clenched teeth.

“
If anyone is privy to
Ivy’s private activities aside from the guy she is with, it’s me
and trust me, it isn’t happening, and we don’t call it private
activities.” Above all else she had to get to her best friend. “I
need to use the bathroom.” She clutched her purse and went to
leave.

“
Oh no, you don’t. Not with
this.” Cecelia caught her and wrangled her purse away.

Giselle put her hand to her chest and went
to plan B. “Well, Wilson and I need to go to the bathroom.” She
reached out for him.

Ivy’s father stepped in front of her. “You
go to the bathroom with Wilson?”

Think! “I told you we had sex a lot, I feel
the urge coming on right now.”

“
Ha!” Fern gave the baby to
her husband and dashed to the window. “Your plan has been thwarted,
Matt just pulled up in the driveway.”

“
Thwarted!” Giselle moved
to make a clean getaway, only to be stopped by Ivy’s father.
However, she couldn’t go down without a fight, she had to protect
her best friend. “Thouest don’t know what you’re doing, it is you
who shall be thwarted.” If only she had a sword or that baster
microphone.

“
Let’s go greet Ivy and
Matt with our banner.” Cecelia grabbed a huge roll of paper and
some balloons.

The rest of them, including Fern, walked
past her and out the door.

She turned back to Wilson.

Wilson winced. “That’s Logan’s car.”

“
Life is a very intricate
balance, and when one doesn’t play their role, things get off
kilter. I should have tattled.” She grabbed on to Wilson’s arm. He
made a pretty good life preserver, and she might need it. “Come on,
this will be better than the Fourth of July in terms of
fireworks.”

By the time they made their way outside, the
show was already in full force with Ivy and Logan in one corner and
the rest of her family in the other.

“
Ivy Raleigh Vermont.”
Cecelia let go of her balloon. “What is going on?”

“
Why don’t you tell me?”
Ivy took Logan’s hand and got out of the car.

“
Oh, God! It’s him!” Fern
jumped up and down and ran toward them.

“
Fern always said she
wasn’t starstruck by Logan.” Giselle looked up at Wilson and
shrugged.

“
It’s always like this the
first time.” Wilson shook his head and laughed.

“
Fern, calm down!” Cecelia
shooed Fern away and went to Ivy. “I ask again. What’s going
on?”

“
Yes, missy, please
explain.” Dennis joined them. “For someone who never liked
improvisation, I have to say you have thrown us for a
surprise.”

Ivy, her best friend, the same one who once
caught Giselle’s throw-up with her shirt in seventh grade, the same
one who slapped the first guy who broke Giselle’s heart, and the
same one who never called her stupid, needed her help. After over
two decades of friendship, Giselle knew by her stance, her bestie
was ready to bolt and burst into tears. She needed to help, so she
let go of Wilson and ran forward to help clarify. “This isn’t Matt.
Um, we may be a bit premature on the engagement.”

Ivy glanced at her and then back to her
mother. “Matt was premature on the engagement. We weren’t even
dating. We barely had sex!” She stomped her foot. “Where did you
get the idea he was proposing to me?”

Giselle stepped back, only to be caught by
Wilson. “I told you they didn’t have sex.”

“
I take it that means Ivy
knows everything about us?” He whispered in her ear.

“
Pretty much.” She
chuckled.

“
You were right about the
drama.” Wilson held on to her.

“
He was perfect for you.”
Cecelia lowered her voice.

“
He was perfect for you,”
Ivy shot back.

Giselle took a long inhale, filling her
lungs with air to that point where she finally felt satisfied. Why
did everyone have to get involved with other people’s
relationships? Why did the fun have to be taken out of
everything?

“
I just want you to be
happy and have a stable life.” Cecelia sighed.

Ivy shook her head. “Is anything really
stable?”

Exactly. Giselle fought the urge to let out
a big amen at Ivy’s statement. Was anything ever stable? Why did
people worry so much, bring on the anxiety. This was precisely why
she didn’t want the relationship with all the trappings.

“
Excuse me!” Fern yelled.
“Love or not, engagement or not, I think we are all forgetting the
sheer fact that Logan Alexander is standing on our
driveway.”

Everyone there turned to Logan.

At least Giselle could best her nemesis, and
she leaned over. “And you didn’t believe me.”

“
You didn’t believe this
was an engagement party until you saw the cake.” Fern shook her
head.

Oh, Giselle knew this game. The pile of
dried up leaves was trying to get her and Ivy in a fight. “You
didn’t tell me until I saw the cake.” She pursed out her lower lip
and turned to Wilson, listening behind the scenes as Ivy’s family
tried to calm down and sort through this whole thing. People didn’t
need to be paired up and settled to be happy, they just needed to
be happy and do what felt right at the time.

“
It’s going to be okay.” He
pressed his hand to the side of her face.

However, there was something to be said for
having someone with you at the right time. Wilson reminded her of
sexy hot chocolate. All warm and fuzzy, but with an edge.

“
Come on, Giselle.” With
the baby in her arms, Ivy trudged passed her.

“
I’ll be back.” She knew
Ivy’s tone and had no choice but to follow.

Without a glance in her direction, Ivy made
her way through the house to one of the back bedrooms. At last, she
turned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“
I really didn’t know.” She
made a face at the baby. “I was sworn to secrecy.”

“
You didn’t know something
was up when they said you could bring Wilson?” Ivy bounced the
baby, but stared her down. “You should have said
something.”

“
Then have you get upset
when I wreck a surprise even though you hate surprises?” She
plopped down on the bed. “Everything will work out.”

“
I’m sorry. I don’t know
what I’m doing anymore. Logan, Matt, whatever.” Ivy sat next to
her. “It’s easier to be you.”

Of course it was easier to be her. Look at
her best friend’s misery. The baby started to cry and Giselle
stood. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

With sex in the bathroom out of the question
for the time being, she went to go freshen up when the sound of
male voices in the living room stopped her.

Like a spy, she pressed her back against the
wall and listened. Hey, she was a girl after all. If she took one
step in there, all conversation would cease.

“
I’m thinking of going out
on the golf course tomorrow if anyone wants to join me.” Ivy’s
father’s voice came through loud and clear once the baby stopped
crying.

Giselle wrinkled her nose. Seriously, they
were talking about golfing? After the huge disaster, they were
discussing sports? Guys were dumb. Plus, Wilson better not agree to
any outing and leave her here.

“
Thanks, but Giselle and I
have some errands we have to run for the bar tomorrow.” Wilson
chimed in.

Fine, she would reward him later.

“
Well, according to
Giselle, you’ll be having a lot of sex. I wouldn’t golf either.”
Fern’s husband let out a low chuckle.

Giselle rolled her eyes, but the truth of
the matter was Wilson would be getting sex. Hell, she needed it
after all this.

“
Well, at least with you
she kept her mouth shut, even if it was at Ivy’s expense,” Ivy’s
father said.

She balled her hand in a fist. What did they
want her to do?

“
You put her in a really
terrible position. Maybe it would have been better to tell her the
truth and let her blow it for the surprise. At the end of the day,
Giselle would have looked out for her friend if she knew.” Wilson’s
voice took on a hardened tone, one she’d never heard
before.

“
Who knows with her? Maybe
she would have kept quiet to just see what would have happened. You
never know what she’s going to do.” Fern’s husband interjected. “I
don’t even think she knows what she’s doing.”

Her mouth fell open and she went to charge
out there when Wilson spoke up again.

“
Excuse me, but trust me
when I tell you that Giselle absolutely knows what she is doing,
and she would have helped her friend.” Wilson barked. “Also, part
of the fun of being with her is you never know what she will do or
say.”

At his words, she had no choice but to join
the men. No one, absolutely no one, not even Ivy, ever defended her
like that.

The moment she entered the room, Wilson
stood. “Hey.”

Without caring about anyone else there, she
bee-lined for him, wrapped her arms around his neck and planted one
on him, opening her mouth and pressing her body to his.

He responded accordingly, and she loved how
he deepened the kiss.

Finally, she pulled back and wiped a bit of
extra lip gloss off his lower lip.

“
What did I do to deserve
that?” He gave her a light peck.

“
I just felt like it.” She
wiggled against him. There might be something to be said for having
someone around when you needed them. For the first time with
Wilson, she wanted him around. Her heart raced at the
thought.

* * * *

“
I HAVE TO SAY THAT I AM
dying to see what you wear to bed.”  Wilson called to her from
the bedroom.

Giselle glanced at herself in the bathroom
mirror, smoothed down her hair and dropped her robe to the
floor.  “Are you sure? You may be disappointed.”  Fine,
she teased him a bit.

“
I don’t care if you’re
wearing a torn up t-shirt, you’ll make it gorgeous,” he
answered.

With one last toss of her hair, she prepared
to leave the bathroom in…well, in nothing.   She opened
the door and revealed only one arm and one leg.   In a
sultry move, she caressed her hand along the door.

“
You have my full
attention.”  His voice lowered.

She curled around the door, displaying all
her naked glory, pressing her back to the door, and spreading her
arms and legs to make sure he got a good look.  “Did I ever
mention I don’t wear pajamas?”

He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt and
tossed it off the side of his bed.  “I’m quite sure I would
have remembered you telling me that.”

“
Maybe it slipped my
mind.”  Her head held high and jutting her breasts out, she
made her way into the bedroom.  “My, my aren’t we messy. 
I can’t sleep like this.”

His focus on her, she walked around the
room, turned off the main lights and then made a big deal turning
her back to him and bending way over to pick up his t-shirt.

“
Giselle, come to bed.” His
tone became more serious.

“
Is something the matter,
Wilson?”  She looked over her shoulder at him.

He leaned up, pulled off his pants, letting
them fall off the side of the bed.  Even under the sheet she
could make out the clear outline of his erection.  “I want
you, right now.”