“I don’t have any specific goals in life, I don’t make plans, and I don’t dream of anything. I just want peace, quiet, and a complete absence of stress, which, alas, never happens in the company of a legal spouse…”
Hearing these words spoken on TV by Olivier Martinez, Kylie’s mouth dropped open in amazement. Wow! And she, the fool, had already developed a serious crush on this guy! She even took him to Sydney to meet her parents. So what does this mean? That the “pop princess, the most beautiful body on the planet, the sexiest woman in the world” named Kylie Minogue is just another one of Martinez’s fleeting infatuations? What a jerk! So she’s wrong again? So this damned frog isn’t her destiny, and she’s destined for happiness “until the grave”?
After the premiere of “SWAT,” in which Olivier plays a drug lord, journalists are showering the actor with compliments, calling him the “French Brad Pitt” and the most desirable man in Hollywood. Olivier’s photos fill magazines and billboards for the latest Armani campaign. And now, while everyone is wondering when the wedding will be, this idiot allows himself such a stunt on live television! So what should she do? Call her mother in Sydney to complain? Say the hell with it, call in sick, and cancel tomorrow’s concert? Never before has a man so blatantly disregarded her feelings. Yes, she’s had many affairs, but Kylie is always the first to leave.
Maybe James Gooding put a curse on her? James, Kylie’s latest flame, the model with whom she lived for two and a half years. The poor guy suffered so much when Minogue left him for Martinez that he nearly committed suicide—he took a massive dose of cocaine, a handful of aspirin, and washed it all down with vodka. He was miraculously saved. Barely recovering, James texted Kylie from his hospital bed: “I wish you meet a guy just like you—cold and cynical. Then you’ll get what you deserve, you heartless bitch.” What should he do now? Maybe call Olivier and throw a fit? Although, sorting things out over the phone would be stupid. Of course, he could just ignore everything and act as if nothing had happened and she hadn’t heard his interview. But that was definitely not an option for her.
While Kylie was still struggling with her doubts, the phone rang. It was her personal secretary.
“You should check out today’s National Inquirer,” he said. “Sorry, Kylie, but you’re in trouble.” She hung up the phone, pushed her sunglasses onto her nose, and stormed out of her room. A night at this famous Los Angeles hotel cost $22,000. Not long ago, her affair with Olivier had begun here. They hadn’t eaten, they hadn’t answered the phone, and for almost two days, they had literally been bedridden. Since then, Kylie has always stayed here, in room 233-a. Until today, she considered him lucky. At the first newsstand, she picked up the latest issue of the National Inquirer and saw a photo report from the set where Olivier was filming, and she nearly choked with indignation. It turned out her beloved was spending his free time in the company of… Angelina Jolie. They stroll around Montreal together, went to a baseball game, taking the actress’s adopted son with them—what a young family they are! From the article, Kylie learned that Jolie gave Olivier a silver Hermes bracelet, that she enjoys buying him Jean-Paul Gaultier T-shirts and feeding him black donuts at local bars. “I’m a divorced woman,” Kylie read the actress’s words, “and Olivier isn’t married. What’s the point of us hiding our mutual attraction?”
Kylie crumpled the magazine and tossed it on the sidewalk.
“Divorced woman,” “single man”—what was she thinking? Olivier was her official fiancé! Just two weeks ago, during a weekend Kylie and Olivier spent together on a sailboat off the Côte d’Azur, he proposed. And how! He set the table with wine, fruit, and ice cream, turned on Errol Garner, and, dropping to one knee, presented Kylie with a stunning $38,000 diamond ring. Olivier touchingly confessed his feelings, saying that this was the first time he’d ever experienced anything like this, that all his love affairs before meeting Kylie had been “insignificant,” “mistaken,” a waste of time, a fruitless search for the perfect woman… That’s it, she was flying to Montreal immediately!
Or maybe she was just so nervous and nothing terrible had happened? Was Olivier deliberately feeding the journalists a lie, or was this all just stupid gossip, a clever ploy by his PR manager? After all, Olivier doesn’t seem like a cheap womanizer at all. After all, in the six months of their wild romance, he had never given her a single reason to be jealous.
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