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Effy pulled her BMW M6 coupe to a stop in front of Naomi's house at exactly 8pm. The door was unlocked but most of the lights in the house were off and there was no sign of Naomi. She left the main house and walked around to Alexei's rooms. She found him in the gym belting the shit out of a punching bag.

"Where is she?" Alexei jumped in surprise and emitted a small squeak. This was a thoroughly undignified thing to do for a heavily muscled, 6 foot 5 man wearing boxing gloves. Effy allowed herself a small smile. She loved creeping up on him.

"She's at the airport" Effy frowned

"She hasn't been drinking has she?"

"No, of course not. You know I wouldn't let her do that"

"I'm going to go get her, we're going out to Thomas's club tonight"

"Naomi said she didn't want to go"

"So? You're coming too" Alexei shrugged and resumed his beating of the bag.

"Okay I'll be ready by 9.30"

Effy got back in her car and started the drive to the airport.

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"Can you just not print it?"

"Well I won't if you don't want me too but you realise that you have about a 38% chance of it not being printed in any other publication, assuming that your sister was also out last night? Do you know if she was because I haven't heard anything?"

"I have no idea JJ, we haven't talked since I moved"

"I'm sorry Emily but there's nothing I can do."

"It's okay Jay, you can print it if you want, I don't want to get you into trouble"

"For the record you do look very good in the pictures, especially this one where she's got her hand – "

"It's okay JJ, I don't need you to describe them for me, I was there"

"Well okay then. I have to go because I am only allowed one 3 minute personal call per day and this call has gone for 2 minutes and 39 seconds...40..."

"Okay then I'll talk to you soon." Emily hung up the phone and sat down heavily on her couch. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she kind of cared what people thought of her. She just didn't want it to get out that she'd slept with Naomi Campbell. Emily had seen what had happened to Katie, and to Naomi herself for that matter. She didn't want to be the person that everyone talked about. Well you should have thought about that before you started kissing her in the middle of a club. Emily could still remember the way Naomi could tasted and the way her long slender arms wrapped round Emily's waist. Knocking on the door startled Emily out of her thoughts. She glanced at the clock; it was only 9 so it couldn't be Freddie. She couldn't think of anyone else who could possibly be knocking on her door, especially since she'd only just moved so not many people knew she lived here. Emily thought suddenly of a blonde who knew very well that she lived here. Even if she wanted to see me again, she wouldn't just show up, would she? Emily walked swiftly to the door and looked through the eye hole in her door. It was Freddie.

"You're early" Emily asked as he barged past her into her apartment brandishing a bottle of vodka and a few magazines.

"I thought we could celebrate" he exclaimed enthusiastically opening the lid of the vodka.

"Celebrate what exactly?"

"Well I've got a date with Effy tonight and – "

"It's not date; you're going to the same club as her. Along with a couple of hundred other people."

"Yeah, whatever and as I was saying before you interrupted me, Katie is no longer on the cover of US weekly. You are!" He said holding up one of the magazines.

"Oh god" Emily stared in horror at the picture of her and Naomi at the club together.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me. You're a minx Emily Fitch." Freddie looked so pleased with himself, as though he had planned the whole thing as a publicity stunt.

"Pass me the vodka please"

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Effy pulled up at the security gate of the airport and handed the guard her security pass.

"Go on through, she's got the GT2 out, do you reckon she'd let me have a go?"

"No"

Effy stopped her car in front of an aircraft hanger and stepped out. She could smell burnt rubber and watched as a white Porsche GT2 zoomed past her. Effy didn't like not knowing what was going on and she certainly didn't like being confused by other people's behaviour. Yet Naomi's behaviour ever since the Emily Fitch incident, as Effy liked to call it, was confusing her. As much as Naomi liked to think she was above everyone else and didn't care about the other 'pretenders', as she called them, in Hollywood, Effy had caught the blonde reading enough articles Emily Fitch to that she was unusually interested in the petite redhead. Effy wanted to know why and she also wanted to know why Naomi was hurtling round an abounded airport at 200km/h. Naomi used to come to the old airport, which she now owned, regularly. But she hadn't come in about a year. The fact that she was here now, right after spending the night with Emily confused Effy.

Effy was brought out of musing by the sound of the GT skidding to a halt in front of her. Naomi steered it into the hanger. Naomi climbed out and slammed the door behind her.

"What the fuck do you want Effy?" Effy wasn't prepared for her to be angry. She almost decided to call the whole thing off. But Naomi hadn't been angry like this for ages. Just one more reason why Effy needed to figure this out.

"You owe me a favour; I want you to come with me tonight"

"The fuck I do" Naomi spat back at her. Effy opened the passenger door to her car.

"Get in"

"No"

"I'll call Emily Fitch and tell her all about the time you – "

"So? I don't care if you do" Naomi glared at Effy. Effy smirked to herself.

"Pass me your phone"

"Why?"

"Humour me" Naomi handed Effy her phone. Effy scrolled through the contacts until she found one marked Alexei. She pressed dial. Naomi was still staring at her in confusion.

"Emily? It's Effy Stone -" Effy said as soon as Alexei picked up the phone. Naomi grabbed the phone from her and pressed the end button furiously until she was sure the call was finished. Then she realised who Effy had actually been called.

"For fucks sake Effy! What the hell did you do that for?"

"Well I've established you quite clearly care what Emily thinks of you. So unless you come to the club with me tonight I will actually call Emily. "

"Jesus that's blackmail. Fine I'll come." Naomi said climbing into the passenger seat.

"Why do you care what Emily thinks of you? She's just another one night stand isn't she?"

"I don't know Eff."