Hollywood Punch (6 page)

“I never consented to anything,” I say, my hand involuntarily flying up to my chest. “But, I
thought
it was strange that you were hounding me to go out for dinner.”

“It was my assistant who called you,” Trip points out.

“Whatever,” I say under my breath.

“The strange thing here,” Trip says, “is that you're a named party in this lawsuit, too. Which means that your fiancé has just served you a lawsuit.”

“I know,” I say, trying to formulate a reason why my fiancé might be suing me. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the real Douglas wasn't actually at that dinner. It was Jack. Pretending to be Douglas. “So, why don't you let me call him?”

“Yes,” he says, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head. “Please do.”

“Okay,” I say, nodding my head towards the door. Trip doesn't take the hint. “Okay, so I'll call you later after I've had a chance to sort all of this out.”

Trip nods enthusiastically, still not getting the hint.

“So,” I say, “you should leave now.”

“Oh, yes,” he says, “of course.”

Trip finally leaves my office and I prepare to call “Douglas.”

Instead, I call Jack.

“Ohmigod! Douglas is suing me!”

“Who is this?” Jack says. I'm pretty sure I can tell that he's smiling broadly on the other end of the line.

“Can you please be serious for a second?” I say, jumping up from my desk and closing my office door shut with my foot. “I'm being
sued
!”

“Well, first of all,” Jack says. “For a lawyer, you don't react very well to conflict. Or to potential litigation. Where's the fight in you, Brooke?”

“Jack, I am being serious here. What am I going to do? I've never been sued before!”

“But you've been involved in tons of lawsuits before. So, you know that most lawsuits end up settling. He must be looking for money. How much is he suing for?”

“Two million dollars.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jack says letting out a huge sigh.

“Um, okay, not helping.”

“I can give you a really big discount on my fees if you want me to represent you,” Jack says, still smiling. Okay, I know I can't see if he's smiling, but I just know.

“Still not helping.”

“Well, you're going to need a lawyer,” Jack says. “Actually, should I be billing you right now?”

“Not! Helping!”

“Okay,” he says. “Then, how's this: Let me make a few calls and try to find you a lawyer—one who's not actually involved in this whole thing—and in the meantime, maybe you should go speak to Douglas. Maybe if you tell him what happened, he'll drop the lawsuit.”

“You've met Douglas,” I say, “haven't you? He's not exactly the kind understanding type.”

“Well,” Jack says, “then the other option would be to go and tell Trip the truth. That you and Douglas broke up on the eve of his wedding so you brought me instead and made me wear a kilt and speak with a Scottish accent in an effort to pretend I was Douglas. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe that would be best. If you explain it to him now, he'll realize this whole thing was just a big misunderstanding. And ultimately, if you can get him on your side instead of Douglas's, it'll make Trip a lot less likely to countersue you for making misrepresentations to him. If you and Trip can stay aligned, you have a much better chance of fighting Douglas. Just call Trip.”

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay, you're going to talk to Trip? That was easy.”

“What?” I ask, beginning to shut my computer down. “Oh, God, no. I'm going to go and yell at Douglas.”

Chapter Seven

“Well, this is unexpected,” my ex-boyfriend Douglas says, and he's right. The last time we saw each other, I told him in no uncertain terms that I didn't want to marry him and that I never wanted to see him again. So, under normal circumstances, it would be curious that I'm here. But under normal circumstances, I wouldn't
have
to be here. Up until one day ago, I was 100% sure that I'd be keeping my promise; I had no intention of ever seeing Douglas again.

“How is this unexpected?” I ask through gritted teeth. “You're suing me!” He doesn't get up from his desk, like he normally would when a lady enters a room. He stays planted behind it, using it as a shield.

The coward.

“You broke up with me and refused to talk to me,” Douglas says, matter-of-factly, picking a pen up from his desk and then examining it. He's calm, cool. Which has the effect of making me even more angry than I was when I marched in. (And, yes, you read that correctly, I didn't walk in, I marched.)

“No,
you
broke up with
me
by getting engaged to another woman!” I say, voice rising higher and higher with each word that comes out of my mouth. “It was only after you tried to humiliate me at my ex-boyfriend's wedding that you even wanted me back.”

“That's not true,” he says. “That's not true at all. I realized that you were the one and so I came to the wedding as a romantic gesture.”

“If only that were true,” I say. “After I said ‘no,' did you get back together with Beryl?”

Yes, Douglas broke up with me and got engaged to a woman named Beryl. I don't know what's worse. The fact that he was cheating on me or the fact that it was with a woman named Beryl.

“Right,” he says.

“Right,” I say back.

“Right.”

“Right,” I say, but then realize I have no idea what we're even saying ‘right' to anymore. In fact, I think that he's saying ‘right' to something completely different than what I'm saying ‘right' to. And clearly, you want your ‘rights' to be right. Right? “Wait? What are we even talking about here? Why are you suing me?!”

“Because you're writing a movie about my life,” he says, hands folded neatly on top of his desk. Then, looking me dead in the eye he says: “What, you didn't think I'd find out?”

And, no, the truth is: I didn't think he'd find out. A tiny little part of me (the very, very stupid and naïve part, I'm now figuring out) thought that Trip and his wife could just make their little movie about my life quietly and no one would ever be the wiser. Not Douglas, and certainly not Trip.

But the more I think about it, I realize that this is all because of that clip on
Entertainment Tonight
. If Ava hadn't gone on
Entertainment Tonight
to announce plans of this film, none of this would have happened! Douglas wouldn't have found out that my ex-boyfriend was making a movie out of my life and he would never have sued me. This is all Nancy O'Dell's fault! Damn you, Nancy O'Dell! Why do you have to be so damned perky and report the entertainment news so well?! That's it—from now on, I am boycotting that show. Yes, from now on, I will only watch
Access Hollywood
! But, I digress.

“
I'm
not doing anything. How would I write a movie and get it produced? Why would I write a movie? I'm a lawyer,” I say. “It's Trip. My ex-boyfriend Trip is writing the movie as a star vehicle for his wife, Ava. Remember Trip? If you'd just come with me to his wedding last spring, none of this would have ever happened.”

“Well,” he says, “according to
Entertainment Tonight
, it seems that I
did
come with you.”

“About that—” I start to say, only to be cut off by Douglas.

“I knew it! Trip still doesn't know, does he?” Douglas asks. “He actually thinks that that silly American colleague of yours is me?” Douglas throws his head back and laughs with a deep throaty thunder, as if this concept is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. Which is ridiculous in of itself. You see, Douglas is laughing because he thinks that Jack is no match to impersonate him—that he, himself, is so fabulous that Jack isn't fit to shine his shoes, much less pretend to be in them. When in reality, the opposite is true. Jack is the best thing to ever happen to me. Douglas, as it turned out in the end, was the worst. And Jack was my best friend through all of it. Through the fights and the heartbreak, Jack was always there for me. I'm just lucky, that after all these years, Jack and I finally ended up together.

“Jack,” I say to Douglas. “His name is Jack.”

“Well, whatever,” Douglas says, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. “I wonder what Trip will say when he finds out that Jack's not me?”

“If you drop your lawsuit, I promise that I'll tell Trip,” I say, and Douglas's sly smile becomes a full blown grin.

“Well, I was hoping to get to court at least one time to see you in one of your cute outfits,” he says. Even though I never figured out exactly what it was that Douglas did for a living, he always found a way to diminish what I did for a living. Cute outfits for court? I'm a
big time lawyer, for God's sakes! Sometimes being so devoted to fashion really has its drawbacks.

“I'm leaving,” I say, getting up out of my chair.

“Wait,” Douglas says. “Sit down. Are you really going to tell Trip everything?”

“Is that what you want? To humiliate me once again? Dumping me mere minutes before my ex-boyfriend's wedding wasn't enough for you? Now you want me to confess to my ex that I was so desperate to keep my dignity ever so slightly intact that I made my best friend dress up and pretend to be you?”

“Well, yes, actually,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “That's exactly what I want.”

Hmm…. Risk public humiliation at the hands of my ex-boyfriend or face a two million dollar lawsuit? The sort of quandary single girls everywhere must face on a daily basis.

“Fine,” I say, trying to plaster a fake smile onto my face. “If I tell Trip everything and completely humiliate myself, will you then drop the lawsuit?”

“Sure, Brooke,” he says, putting his hands behind his head. “Sure I will.”

“Shake on it?” I ask, thrusting my hand out for him to shake.

“I have a better idea,” Douglas says, and pulls my hand so that my body goes flying across his desk. I fall on top of his desk and try to use my other hand to get back up. “Now, this is more like it,” he says, leaning over me. “
This
is what I call a negotiation.”

“You disgust me,” I say, pulling away and struggling to stand upright. I straighten my suit and spin on my heel.

“You'll come back, Brooke,” Douglas says as I walk out of his office. “You always do.”

Chapter Eight

“Trip,” I say to my ex-boyfriend, “we need to talk.”

We're on the set of his latest film. You know, the one that's starring his movie star wife about a woman who goes to her ex-boyfriend's wedding? Yes, that's the one. The one that's all about my life.

Long story.

“I don't have time to talk, Brooke,” he says, ever the uber-agent to the stars. “If you haven't noticed, we're trying to make a movie here.”

“About that,” I say. “There's something you need to know.”

“Oh no,” Trip says, “has the screenplay been leaked on the internet?”

“No,” I say. “Trip, listen to me. It's about Douglas. Well, not Douglas, but…. Okay, let me start over. Douglas—I mean, the person who you think is Douglas—isn't Douglas. That's why the real Douglas suing us.”

“What are you talking about, Brooke?” Trip says, putting down his clipboard and giving me his full attention.

“Well, there
was
a Douglas. A Scottish guy I was living with. But we weren't engaged when I told you we were—in fact, we were never engaged—and he broke up with me just seconds before your wedding. I didn't know what to do. I had nowhere to live—thank goodness for Vanessa—and my life was turned upside down. You see, I thought that I had to go to your wedding with some gorgeous Scottish guy just to show you up, but now I realize that none of it really matters.”

“But you
did
bring a Scottish guy to my wedding,” Trip says, furrowing his brow. “You mean to tell me that you were able to find
another
Scottish guy to come with you to my wedding?”

“Right,” I say, “about that. That was Jack, a friend of mine from work. He faked the accent. And the Scottish back story. And we rented the kilt. We even bought a fake engagement ring at a costume shop.”

“You're kidding me, right?” Trip says. “This has got to be a joke.”

“It's not,” I say, wishing that it was, in fact, a joke. “I brought Jack and Jack pretended to be Douglas. Everything worked out in the end, because Jack and I ended up getting together and now we're engaged for real, but that's why Douglas is suing us. All of us.”

“You're serious about all this?” Trip says.

“Yes,” I say slowly. “And now you know everything.”