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for a private rendezvous.
     
    Photos captured of the couple show that some moments were tender, and others made it seem as though they were possibly arguing about something or someone. Maybe Reynolds is jealous that Tannen has still been seeing Hollywood Hunk and A Soldier’s Burden star Andrew Forrester?
     
    This girl really needs to stop stringing these two sexy men along and just pick one already! We were unable to reach reps for either Forrester or Tannen, Reynolds rep simply responded with ‘no comment’. We’ll be watching to see how this love triangle pans out.
     
    I scroll down and see dozens of photos of Adam and me from this afternoon. When he grabbed my hand outside of the café, it looks like we’re holding hands. When he guided me around the street performer, the photographer makes it seem like an intimate moment. Another photo shows that I’m pissed off when we stand outside my building and argue about Adam’s right to have an opinion on the whole Kiera situation, and so is Adam.
    Great, I’m the Jezebel of Hollywood now. Fucking everyone I’m photographed with and toying with their hearts. What bullshit!
    I close the browser and lay my head on my desk, overwhelmed by the viciousness of the media. I should have just let Bruce drive me home. Leah’s right, I’m a stubborn ass and obviously have some sort of secret desire to sabotage my relationship with Drew.
    Picking up my head I finish my glass of wine , letting the warmth of the alcohol spread through my body. As I walk into my bedroom, I get angrier and angrier the more I think about Drew’s reaction at the club. I didn’t flip out when he had to simulate sex with that skanky liar Kiera Radcliff! Or when he went to her hotel room in Vancouver to confront her and all of the media outlets painted it to look like he was cheating on me with her!
    We’re fucking engaged for God’s sake! He knows there’s nothing going on with Adam, so what the hell is his problem?
    Wonderful!
    Now I’ve managed to make myself even more than just angry, I’m livid. I’m not sure which feeling is worse, wanting to dive into bed and cry for three days Sydney-style, or wanting to scream and throw things and have a giant Drew-like tantrum.
    I stomp around my bedroom and glance at the bedside table, three fucking am! How dare he make me worry like this! I have no idea what to do, cry or throw? Looking down at the wine glass in my hand I decide to try something new since crying never makes me feel any better. Using all of my strength, I hurl the glass down the hall and it explodes against the wall next to the front door, just as a startled Drew comes through it.
    “Fuck!” he yells, slamming the door behind him.
    Interesting, I do feel better.
    “What the fuckin’ shit, Syd?” He takes a few hesitant steps through the door.
    “I didn’t expect you to come in at that exact moment, obviously.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare holes into his stupid head.
    “Shit! ” he blurts out as he trips on the wool rug in the living area and staggers towards me.
    Holy crap, he’s completely shitfaced!
    I have a quick internal battle, do I help him or am I still pissed off? Drew gets closer and stops a few inches from me, looking down at me through heavy-lidded eyes as he slowly sways from side to side. He reeks of liquor.
    “Why don’t you love me ‘nough Syd? Do you want that asswipe Reynolds?” he slurs.
    What?
    He’s insecure about us. A few Goddamn pictures and he doubts everything we’ve been through?
    “I do love you Drew, and no, I don’t want Adam.” I take his hands and lead him toward the bedroom.
    “Nah, you don’t want anyone to know that we’re gettin’ married.” His words rush out in a jumbled mess.
    “Drew, we’ve told everyone important to us, I thought we didn’t want the press bothering us about it?” Why am I even having this conversation with him when there’s a very good chance that he won’t remember it tomorrow?
    I push