Free In the Name of Love by Katie Price Page A

down and kissed her hard, leaving Charlie in no doubt of his sincerity.
    ‘Let’s go back to the room,’ he murmured, ‘I must have you again.’
    Laughing, Charlie gathered up her things. But the smile was erased from her face as they ran off the beach and slap into an ex-footballer and close friend of TFB. There was, unfortunately, no way that Charlie could ignore him as Greg had seen her and, as usual, had a good old leer at her body.
    ‘Charlie Porter, what a surprise! You’re looking good, babe.’ He kissed her and she received a blast of his aftershave; its full-on citrus scent was exactly like his in-your-face character. She had never liked him. He was a cocky jack-the-lad who was routinely unfaithful to his wife.
    She managed to say hello and to introduce Felipe. But Greg was far more interested in talking to her. ‘How’s the TV gig going? I’m always watching you … I reckon you’re really going places. You should have your own show, especially as you’re a proper journalist. I’ve always thought you can hold your own against anyone. And your looks don’t hurt either, do they?’
    Charlie could hardly bring herself to look at Felipe. She had imagined breaking the news of her actual career to him gently, maybe when they were in bed together or over a bottle of wine. She hadn’t factored in a wanker like Greg blowing her cover.
    Felipe dropped her hand as if she was toxic. She looked at him. The happy-go-lucky grin had gone from his face. He looked brooding, silently furious, dark brows drawn together.
    ‘Come and have a drink, they do wicked cocktails here, don’t they?’ Greg babbled on, oblivious to the tension between the couple.
    ‘No, thanks, Greg. We’ve got plans.’
    ‘Well, maybe see you later,’ he replied. Charlie sincerely hoped not.
    Felipe nodded curtly and marched off towards the hotel. Charlie had to practically jog to keep up with him. ‘Please, Felipe, I can explain,’ she told him.
    But he refused to answer. It was only when they were in his suite that he slammed the door shut and glared at her, eyes blazing with fury. ‘I take it you don’t work in a boutique. So what the fuck do you do?’
    ‘I’m a TV presenter, I work for a sports channel. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I wanted to get away from the whole TV thing. In the past it’s been an issue for the men I get involved with.’ Charlie sighed. ‘I just wanted some time out from all of that. But of course I was going to tell you.’
    He gave a disbelieving laugh. ‘How perfect for your career that you should meet me. I wonder when your story is going to come out about screwing me – in every sense of the word.’
    Charlie had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. She had expected him to be surprised when she told him what she actually did, but not this level of rage.
    ‘What story?’ she asked in bewilderment.
    ‘The story that you are bound to be writing for the press, hoping to boost your own pathetic profile through me. Let me tell you, Charlie, that you are not the first one.’ He ran his hands through his hair and muttered bitterly, ‘I genuinely thought you were different, someone special. I never fucking learn, do I?’
    Charlie was confused, but they could sort this out, couldn’t they? ‘Felipe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m very sorry I lied to you, but it didn’t seem like a big deal. And I was going to tell you.’ She took a step towards him, but Felipe gave no sign that he took her apology seriously.
    ‘I hate lies and I hate journalists,’ he shot back. ‘Now go, I don’t ever want to see you again. You’re not the person I thought you were.’ His voice took on a cruel edge that she had never heard in it before. ‘You were a good fuck, one of the best, but maybe you’re just a talented actress. And maybe that’s a polite way of calling you a whore. For a while you had me believing that you actually felt something for me, but I suppose you do this