My Reclaimed Love

Chapter 2-Andrea's POV

Girl…. you've definitely got some balls. I mean, I never thought you could pull this one-off, Tricia said while musing on her glass of champagne.

I smiled back, knowing I didn't want her getting in on all the details of how I got Philip to marry me so suddenly, which is what she's here for.

Oh, I know her type, the slimy, pretentious one who comes in like a friend only to stab you in the back when the time is right.

Well, I guess you could say it takes one to recognize another. You can all say… hell, the whole goddamn world can say whatever the f**k it is they please about me. I simply don't give a s**t. As long as I'm happy, everyone can go to blazes for all I care. Philip is mine now!

How dare that b***h think for a second that she could have something I don't? In this industry, if Andrea doesn't have something, nobody can and the same goes for Bella Brown.

Well, I guess Philip realized what he really wanted when he met me. I mean who could resist all this gorgeousness, I said in response to Tricia's question before she could notice I wasn't paying attention to her.

I'll need to give her more bone to c***k if I'm going to get her off my back today though… The skinny b***h is definitely doing her best to find a spot to dip her ugly fangs in and my story's gotta stay solid. I can't have the media prying into my life again just yet.

Not after all the drama that came gushing in after the wedding video went viral. For a month, I had reporters stalking my house in LA and Minnesota hoping they'd catch a glimpse of me.

But after the honeymoon, I stayed back on Parrot Cay island just to let the heat die down before returning home to LA.

Tricia laughed out hysterically for the hundredth time today, over only God knows what, as she adjusted her flowy flowery skirt and stretched out her claw-like fingers over her thighs in a desperate act to look pristine.

She wore a bralet whose print pattern matched her skirt, showing off a nice flat tummy. I can't deny that Tricia's got a good body… I mean... we've worked together on a couple of sets, but she definitely isn't the typical Hollywood pretty face standard, making her no competition for me.

She looks just how I like them. Easy on the eyes but not beautiful enough to be compared with me by those Godforsaken bloggers or competing with me for lead roles and giving those scally wags that call themselves reporters something to say about me.

She's definitely no match for you now… she said laughing and hahaha.... I laughed back quickly, so she wouldn't notice I wasn't listening to her as she rested her back on the cream-colored sofa using her other hand to caress the smooth texture of it.

Unfortunately for me, I ran into her while I was at the beach yesterday evening and was only able to get her off my back when I agreed to meet up today.

Since yesterday, I've been cooking up the perfect tale for her, as I know she'll be off to the media in no time if her reputation for gossip is anything to go by.

Philip stubbornly refused to speak to the media after I released the viral video without his consent and I guess I can't really blame him for being so upset and cranky.

But how else would I have hurt that b***h to her bones if I didn't? I definitely wasn't going to allow him to just run off to her crying and begging for her forgiveness and understanding in private…

That wouldn't have given me the satisfaction I wanted. I wanted to make a point" Andrea Smith is in nobody's class" and I did it.

Yes, he asked me out on a date after that event. We became friends and we both realized we had a lot more in common soon after. Philip only asked me to be his girlfriend four months ago after he had ended things with Bella.

Frankly, I don't know what drama she and her friends are trying to create with all this fuss she's been making since Philip and I got married last month, I said in response to Tricia's latest question.

Seeing the satisfied look on her face, she seemed to have bought my tale. All I have to do now is, look for a good enough excuse to get rid of her. Looks like it's time to go back to my darling husband in Los Angeles.

No matter how much he hates me, he's got to live with it now. He's stuck with me until I no longer have any use for him. Then I'll get a divorce and some millions from his inherited estate, which, I should say, is the least I deserve from that family.

I remember the day I first met Philip at the Oscar awards. I was on the red carpet, all the lights and attention on me and, dammit, it felt good.

I looked stunning in that royal blue dress I bought on my last trip to Italy. The way the roundedness of its cups accentuated my tiny breasts, the perfectly seductive way the dress Hughes every inch of my body as it overflowed onto the red carpet.

Everything was perfect. The shimmery fabric sparkled like the stars from all the camera lights taking videos and pictures of me and the slit on the left side of the dress going from right beneath my hips down to the ends of the dress would have given any man a run for his money.

It was my moment, my moment, until Bella appeared on the stage in the arms of Philip and then everyone was suddenly paying attention to her completely ignoring me.

She looked as simple as always. I never really understood what got her so much attention. Was it her wavy, short brown hair or her tiny curved lips. Whatever it was, she got all the attention that night on the red carpet and even bagged two awards, with one in a category I was hoping to win.

I look at Tricia again, and finally she seems to be getting bored with the environment, seeing that I am not giving her enough attention under the guise that I am chatting with Philip.

Why don't we step out together? I want to go to the spa I said with the intention of ditching her along the way.

I need to go grab a few things for my trip back to LA, get back and pack up my bags for the first flight tomorrow morning.

Tricia doesn't know that. She'll probably come by in a couple of days for more gossip only to be told that I had left already. I smiled to myself as I saw the disappointed curve of Tricia's lips as she registered what I said.