Ashes of A Once Perfect Romance

Chapter 11

I stared at my phone, looking at the caller ID with a smirk. It was Danny, thank goodness. I knew he was coming. Why else was I standing here in the middle of the airport parking lot in a scarf, jeans and a striped shirt, with a fedora hat and huge aviators shielding my face? Tiara, that phony little agent of mine, looked at me nervously as she hugged her arms and tapped her foot. The breeze went by, blowing her perfectly cut side swept bangs and my flawlessly curled bangs to the left.

"Liv, I don't think this is a good idea… What if you guys are caught?" She whispered, tears pricking her eyes. "Shane's my friend, too… I don't want the sweetheart getting hurt… especially not now with Mitchie around… I can see that he still… you know, and you love Danny, so… Why do you do this?"

"Oh, don't sweat it, Missy. You don't know anything. This is none of your business. I would fire you if I could. But, I won't, because I feel sorry for you and your lazy asshole of a husband-to-be." I shot back at her as tears streamed down her cheeks. "When you're me, you will never get caught. And I'm going to destroy Bitchie. If you ask me one more time, your pay goes down by seventy five percent! Got it? I'm already paying you minimum wage!"

"Yes, Miss." She replied, shuffling back into the car.

"Oh, and Tiara?" I told her, swinging my head around my shoulder.

"Yes, Miss?" She replied, digging through her large Gucci diaper bag. "What is it?"

"Call Nikki. Danny promised me he would be here at ten, and it's already ten-thirty" I

Stated.

"Yes, Miss." She replied, bringing out her plain white iPhone dialing the numbers and then shakily putting it up to her ear. "Nikki?"

I sighed. Tiara could be so exasperating sometimes! I only hired her as a favor to my cousin and my aunt. Tiara was begging for a job because her lazy old boyfriend, Jimmie's job as a minor basketball player wasn't enough to pay the bills for their apartment. So, I let her have the job. Now, she's the agent, assistant and planner of the world's best singer and dancer, and now, even an actor, in the world- who also happens to be dating the sweetest, kindest and naturally talented singers in the history of singers.

"Yes. The plane just landed. Okay. So you'll be here in about ten or twenty minutes? Okay, Nikki, see you soon." She took the phone of her ear, and pressed a button, smiling. "They will be here in a few minutes. Something to do with a bunch of birds blocking their path and… and… they didn't want to stop their migration." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm Liv Montez here! Couldn't they have shot the birds or something to make them go down? Eat them for dinner, give them to a supermarket and try to say that they are chicken or something." Tiara's eyes widened as she opened her mouth to say something. "What?"

"That… That… That's animal cruelty! That's illegal!" She sputtered as I laughed.

"It's not illegal when Liv Montez tells you to do something, okay, Tiara?" I said halfheartedly, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Anyways. So, am I in Fame or not? Did you get the results yet?"

"No, of course not, Miss. I would have told you straight away." She stuttered, clutching her phone in one hand. My hand turned to my palm as my finger directed her to put it in my hand.

"Hand it over, Missy." I said simply as she lay her possession in my palm as I slowly checked through her email and text messages, finding a few crazy ones. Especially the one about her being pregnant, but nothing about Fame. "So, you're pregnant with Jimmie's baby, huh?"

"Yes, Miss." She whispered quietly, clutching her hands together and turning her knuckles white. "7 weeks, to be exact. That's why I had to take off three weeks ago. Jimmie and I wanted to be together for the check up together." She smiled and patted her stomach lightly as I chuckled falsely

"I hope that the baby isn't as much as a dimwit as you and Jimmie are, Tiara." I told her with a fake smile, a hint of sweetness in my voice as she growled under her breath. "Now, try to find them, will you? Stand in the front of the gate or something. Just… Try and find him, okay?" She nodded and scurried on her merry way towards the entrance as I smirked.

Part One of Destroy Mitchie Torres was underway. As long as Tiara keeps her big blabbermouth shut and finally shuts up for once in a lifetime and doesn't tell her lazy husband, everything will work out perfectly. Especially if that lazy husband of hers ends up telling my cousin's family.

If she does, I am so not giving her a maternity leave. That baby can die, I don't care- Because that baby is probably going to be as much as a dimwit as the two of them, as mousey and 'I'm scared of life itself' as Tiara and as lazy and stalker-like as Jimmie.

I turned on my phone, and pressed on Tiara's number.

"And can you get me an iced latte? Not decaf, with Splenda and low-fat creamer, of course. And don't go to Starbucks! Go to A Cup of New York City. Pronto!"

"But… Miss… That's all the way on the other side of the airport… It will take ten minutes… And I need an aircraft ticket!" She stuttered as I heard a rustle of bags in the background.

"Do it, or you're fired!" I yelled into the phone as I hung up on her. Really, did she have a clue of how powerful I was as Liv Tyler?

I turned off my phone with a smirk and leaned against the car, pushing my aviators higher on the ridge of my nose. This was going to work out perfectly- all I needed now was to defeat Tess Tyler, who was Shane's best friend and me and Shane could get married, no trouble. In a few years or two I would divorce him, he would be heartbroken, and I will get even more media because of my affair.

People think I'm a stupid, but I definitely am not. The plan is ready to roll.

A/N Sorry for the late chapter. I've been going MIA for a while. School trips, homework, and other things have been clouding up my mind.

~Lyra