Free In the Name of Love by Katie Price Page B

kind of thing all the time. Either way, I want you to go.’
    For a second Charlie stood rooted to the spot in complete shock. Felipe couldn’t possibly mean the terrible things he’d just said, could he? He couldn’t be throwing away what they’d had as if she meant nothing to him, or worse than nothing – he’d actually called her a whore. She stared at him, willing him to realise that this was all a mistake, but there was no warmth or tenderness in his face. He looked hard and unyielding. And to underline his words, he walked over to the door and flung it open. This was really happening. Making a huge effort to hold herself together, Charlie walked out with her head held high. Felipe slammed the door shut behind her.
    Fuck! He couldn’t believe he’d walked right into her trap. She would have enough material for at least ten articles! He marched on to the terrace and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply even though he was supposed to have given up. Then he stormed out of his suite and hammered on Luis’s door.
    His friend was stunned to hear about Charlie and wouldn’t believe that she was capable of selling a story about their whirlwind romance.
    ‘But she seems so genuine, such a warm and loving person,’ he insisted, after Felipe had come out with his tirade against her. ‘And I believe she genuinely has feelings for you.’
    Felipe gave a bitter laugh. ‘What I can’t believe is how successfully she deceived me, pretending not to know who I was, playing hard to get, leading me on … when all the time she was going to rip me apart in the press.’
    He paused, fighting to hide just how upset he was underneath all the bravado.
    ‘Can you arrange flights for us this afternoon? I want to get as far away from this place and Charlie Porter as possible.’
    ‘But, Felipe, you didn’t tell her who you were and what you did!’ Luis protested.
    ‘I think she knows very well who I am and what I do,’ he snapped back, unwilling to concede anything.
    ‘Come on! I’ve never seen you so caught up in a relationship before. If you walk away now, you’ll regret it, I’m sure.’
    But Felipe was reeling from his sense of betrayal. Nothing his friend said would make any difference. ‘Please book those flights, Luis. This paradise suddenly seems like hell.’
    Charlie was too shocked to cry when she relayed what had happened to Zoe. Her friend was, for once, unable to put a positive spin on events and could only keep repeating that Felipe had got hold of the wrong end of the stick, that it had to be a mistake and Charlie must call him or see him to explain. That it could surely all be resolved.
    ‘You wouldn’t say that if you’d heard him,’ Charlie replied, feeling as if all the happiness had drained out of her. ‘He sounded as if he hated me.’ She winced as she remembered Felipe calling her a whore; she couldn’t bear to tell Zoe that. The stunning view of the bold blue sky and glittering ocean visible from the balcony seemed entirely the wrong setting to be experiencing such depths of despair.
    ‘Of course he doesn’t hate you! The guy was totally besotted with you. I’m going to call him right now and sort out this bollocks.’ Zoe reached for the phone but Charlie stopped her.
    ‘Please don’t, Zoe, I don’t think it will do any good, and I already feel humiliated enough.’ Charlie wanted to leave this luxurious resort, go back to the UK, back to her own life where she felt in control. She wished she had never met Felipe bloody Castillo.
    She longed to lock herself in her bedroom and cry her eyes out, but she owed it to Zoe to pull herself together and Charlie had always been adept at putting on a brave face. She forced herself to do it now. ‘Let’s go to the beach. We’re leaving tomorrow and it’s minus-one back home. We need to make the most of the sun.’
    ‘Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here?’ Zoe asked, sounding surprised that Charlie was up to doing anything after the shock