"Bloody blessed hell, Gwen!" I hissed as I tried closing the door on her face, but Gwen was quick as a whip. She blocked the door with her heels and yanked it open. I was left with no choice but to step out, or else the swarm of media would have a clear view inside our room.
I didn't want them to take pictures or record any videos of Stefanie and Tiffa. I had stayed long enough in this industry to know that these hounds would tear them apart at any chance they got. I needed to protect them from this perversion of privacy.
Muscling my way out, I pushed Gwen away, none too gently. The media men were in an uproar, each one eagerly clicking their cameras and screaming questions. I could already picture out the headline this morning. A throwdown between a famous rockstar and a sweetheart actr
