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I was holding off posting this because it is my favourite story to date and after this I am running out of stuff to post!
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Ang
CHAPTER 1
Gabriella Montez sat on the plane to Colorado and pulled out her large brown satchel which was jammed with various paper-based items.
She pulled out the bulging filofax and opened it where the spring clip was fixed, showing the schedule for this week.
The schedule was for her father, Gabriel Montez, whom she had been named after. Her mom, Maria, had assumed she was going to be a boy and therefore would have been named Gabriel Montez Jr. However she had surprised them all and her name had been altered accordingly.
Gabriel Montez was a revered actor. He had been starring in some huge Hollywood films throughout his life and Gabi, for the most part, had been shielded from it.
But when her parents divorced and her dad had taken her onto film sets with him; she had grown increasingly interested in his work. And after getting her college degree in Business and Communications, she had become his full time PA and now almost single-handedly managed his work, if not his life she mused.
She loved her dad; she had always been a daddy's girl. But he was growing increasingly pompous and selfish and dare she say it- arrogant.
He didn't allow her time off when she needed it, she barely had a personal life, and when it came to dating, it was always, always guaranteed to be complicated.
It had kind of left her lonely. But her happiness had come second so often to her father's needs; she didn't know what she wanted for herself anymore. She was twenty one years old and she felt like her life was decided for her.
She tapped her pen against the page, thinking about when she would fit in dinner with Leona.
One of her few friends who also jetted across the globe with alarming frequency as a model, she would be in Colorado for three days this week for a fashion show and she wasn't going to miss a chance to go out with her and get blindingly drunk at least one night. She deserved that much she thought determinedly.
Her pager went and she saw a message from her dad.
'I'm at the studio running lines. Get the driver to take you to the hotel. You're staying with me until we can get another room'
Gabi sighed. Great. She couldn't even get settled into her own room. She was tired from the early start, crabby because of her period and in no mood to be woken up in the early hours when he finally made it out of the studio session.
She closed her filofax and opened her journal, jotting down some notes before she put that away too in her bag, along with the scripts and notes she had for the film her father was working on.
'A Different Affair' as a title had made her sceptical and then she had read the script and it had made sense when she realised that her dad would be playing the role of Simon, a middle aged man who had begun an affair with a widow but the widow was also having an affair with a young man.
She had heard from rumours that the up-and-coming Hollywood stud, Troy Bolton would be playing the young lothario, which didn't surprise her from what she had heard about his love-life, he wouldn't have to stretch too far to play 'Jake'.
The story then went on to show the two suitors competing against one another for Lara's affections, Jake using his sexual prowess and Simon using his ultimate years of wisdom.
Just the thought of having to share space with the two largest egos known to man (that of her father's and Troy Bolton's) was enough to bring on one of her headaches.
She lay her head back on the seat and closed her eyes, snoozing until the plane landed and she sleepily dismounted the steps, trekking across the runway to the airport to queue for her luggage.
She wasn't exactly dressed for work she mused as she cast her eyes down on her Ugg boots, favourite black skinny jeans and she was wrapped up in a huge grey cardigan which had oversize buttons, on top of a V neck jumper that hugged her hips.
It was cold in Colorado this time of year. God knows why they picked here to film.
She sighed as she waited for her luggage on the carousel, rubbing her make-up free face, wondering what on earth she must look like. Looking over her shoulder she quickly dashed into the loo and splashed her face with water, diving into her bag for her quick-fix- moisturiser.
When she came out she saw her suitcases disappear round the carousel and cringed inwardly, flicking her gaze to the heavens. Finally, finally her cases came round again and she grabbed them both, heading out to the 'Arrivals' lounge to meet her booked car.
Collapsing into the back of the car, the driver smiled at her.
"Hi, I'm Harry" he introduced.
"Hi, Harry, I'm Gabi." She returned with a smile of her own.
"I guess I'm going to be with you all week" he continued.
"Really? Oh that's good to know. I hate it when they chop and change the drivers. I like getting to know people" she shared gently.
He frowned, though his mouth remained smiling "I wasn't sure what to expect when they told me I was booked for Montez" he admitted with a cheeky grin.
"I bet" she muttered "But I promise you, I am harmless."
"Long flight out here?" he wondered, taking in her slouched demeanour.
"Uh? Oh sure, I was still finishing up some details from the last film in Europe and had to jet back when I got called to say filming was starting here early"
"Wow. That's a bit of a trek" he lifted his brows.
"Mm, you could say that" she mused, thinking of her apartment in Albuquerque and how little she actually got to see it. She was lucky that she had her mom and her friend from home, Steph to look after it while she was away.
They arrived at the hotel and Harry easily lifted out the two suitcases that she had been struggling with all day.
She cast him an impressed look "You don't want to be my bell-boy as well do you?" she queried lightly and he chuckled.
"Depends what the money is like" he shot back.
She smiled and after Gabi had booked in under her father's name and they had identified her and authorised it with her dad via telephone, she headed up to the room and Harry left her at the door as requested and she took out the electronic key and swiped it in the slot.
Grabbing one suitcase and wedging the door with it, she dragged her other one through, butt first.
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Troy frowned as he came round the corner in his room after hearing the door go and he was met with a beautifully shaped rear end. He tilted his head to get a better look, folding his arms across his chest.
"I've had some crazy fan stunts to try and meet me, but this has to be a first" He mused in a warm voice.
"Arrghh!" Gabi screamed and jumped, holding her hand to her heart. She turned and squinted at the owner of the voice, none other than Troy Bolton, who was stood in front of her looking particularly smug. If she didn't know better she could have sworn he was checking out her ass.
His arms were folded and he had an expectant look on his face.
"What in the heck are you doing in here?" she asked, confused.
"YOU'RE the crazy fan" he accused "I should be asking you that"
"This is my dad's room" she said flatly, also folding her arms, already hating his arrogant glibness.
What she knew about Troy Bolton had made her hate him before she even got here. Seeing him in the flesh just further increased her anger.
His brown hair fell across one eye in a shaggy-cum-perfect way and she couldn't stop looking into those amazing blue eyes. If possible, they were even bluer in person.
His muscles bunched where his arms folded and she flicked her gaze down to take in his tight jeans and military style shirt which suited his muscled torso perfectly.
"It's MY room" he said slowly "But you can use whatever excuse you like to the cops, girly" he muttered, walking over to his phone to call security.
"Security please. Yeah, another one got in. Oh god yeah, she's hysterical." He smirked at her as he lifted his brows and Gabi felt her blood boil. How dare he!
The arrogant, selfish…UNBELIEVABLY big-headed moron!
"Do I look like a girly?" she asked with quiet contempt, her sheer exhaustion and frustration pent up and ready to release.
"Frankly, no. You look like you're past the teenybopper stage" he said drily, eyeing her critically, only his eyes seemed to be enjoying her figure a little too much for her liking. "But looks can be deceptive" he added with a downturn of his lips comically as his eyebrows lifted at the same time.
"TEENY BOPPER? Are you kidding me?" she shouted, further angered by his outrageous teasing.
She suddenly stopped, took a breath and straightened. Two men appeared behind her and frowned at Troy.
", is everything okay?" the guard asked and it was Gabi's turn to smirk smugly at Troy as his mouth dropped open at hearing her name.
"Montez? Gabriel's daughter?" he said, shocked.
"I think I've been given the wrong room key, Nigel" she said to the guard "Would you mind helping me down with my luggage while they sort it out at the front desk? This moron seems to think I'm trying to break into his room" she muttered as she dragged the case holding the door away.
"Wait, let me help you…" Troy said quickly.
Gabi turned and squinted at him in an evil stare "That won't be necessary thank you Mr. Bolton" she said primly, wondering why he wasn't at the studio with her dad, reading lines.
"It was nice to meet you!" he called as the door swung shut behind her and she stopped, clenching her jaw at his cheekiness, letting the guards carry her bags back into the foyer where she sat, tiredly dropping her head into her hand.
A few moments later she saw Troy jog down from the stairwell and across the lobby, out into the street where a million flashbulbs went off as he climbed into a car. Looks like he was reading lines after all she mused.
Where did he get off being so…so…so ridiculously egotistical? She honestly couldn't see what all the fuss was about. She'd met many a big name in her time and there weren't many who she regarded as 'normal' but most were at least pretending to be humbled by their fame. That guy was just something else.
Not wanting her whole night to be ruined by some jumped up little teen star, she waited patiently for the room saga to be fixed and dumped her things on the bed as her cases were brought into the huge suite her father had been allocated.
She was pleased to see her bed was in a separate alcove giving her at least some privacy until they assigned her own room. Which may not be for a few nights as apparently they were fully booked with the Fashion Week in town. Which reminded Gabi to text Leona to let her know she was in town and ready to dance the night away whenever she was free.
She looked at her cases, then the bed and decided that sleep was more inviting. She set her alarm early to allow time to unpack and choose a suitable outfit.
Crashing onto the deliciously soft bed, pulling the inviting covers around her, she dropped into a deep sleep.