Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 7
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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:
🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸
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THIRD PERSON’S pov.
“…thank y’all for your love and support, goodnight, LA!” Mr Baldwin shouted and bowed.
Fans roared loudly as they all yelled goodnight in return, and started chanting ‘Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan’ another were also screaming ‘we love you, Duncan’ while waving banners in the air.
Mr Baldwin’s eyes glanced at the empty chair which his wife was sitting earlier, he did another bow and got off stage as fast as he could.
Immediately he stepped off stage into backstage, his assistant (Lucas) rushed to meet him with a panicked expression and showed him his phone, but he didn’t bother taking a look.
“Mr Baldwin, Mr Alejandro watched your show and heard your announcement….”
Mr Baldwin raised his hand and cut off his assistant, he took off his gloves as he headed towards his dressing room.
“Lucas, enough about Marvin” he’s referring to Mr Alejandro. “I don’t care what he thinks, his opinion doesn’t matter anymore and he should stop calling my fuçking phone or I’ll smash it” he said nodding at his phone vibrating in Lucas’s hand.
“But he want to see you urgently, he’d…”
Mr Baldwin stopped outside the dressing room, he grabbed the door handle before turning to face Lucas.
“Fine, tell him my woman’s becoming impatient and I had to make that announcement to soothe her for the time being”
“Yes, Mr Baldwin” Lucas replied.
His phone started ringing immediately Mr Baldwin’s stopped, he checked the caller and realized it’s still Mr Alejandro calling, he quickly answered it and started relaying Mr Baldwin’s message to him (Mr Alejandro).
At that same moment, Mr Baldwin’s phone started ringing again, he checked it and saw Jeff flashing on the screen. He turned to hand the call over to Mr Baldwin, but Mr Baldwin has already entered the dressing room.
Lucas quickly entered the room too and handed the phone to Mr Baldwin, who was taking off his pants.
“Jeff” he whispered to Mr Baldwin and rushed out to continue speaking with Mr Alejandro.
“Hello, Jeff” Mr Baldwin answered the call.
“Sir, Mrs Baldwin is getting wasted at a karaoke” Jeff reported from the other end.
Mr Baldwin sighed softly.
“Quick, send me the location and I’ll come get her home” he replied then hang up, but not before hearing a faint ‘yes, sir’ from Jeff.
He finally undressed, then rampage through his clothes as he searched for something else to wear. After much searching, he settled for a plain white t-shirt, a blue ripped off jean and a white baseball cap.
“Mr Alejandro said you should call him” Lucas reported when he entered the room again, he’s done talking on the phone.
“Arrange a car for me” was the reply Mr Baldwin gave.
“Aren’t you gonna call him?”
“I said arrange a car for me, I have somewhere else to be right now!” Mr Baldwin said firmly.
“Yes, sir, right away” Lucas replied and started typing away in his phone.
“Should I arrange guards too?”
“No, they’re only gonna draw fans and paparazzi’s attention”
Mr Baldwin reached for a random mask and wore it, then tucked his hands in his pockets and headed towards the door.
“Is the car ready?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, it’s in the underground garage” Lucas answered as he opened the door and Mr Baldwin stepped out.
“Come with me, you’re gonna drive”
“Yes, sir”
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RACHEL’S pov.
KissMe karaoke<<
♪♪.. heaven’s a heartbreak away♪♪
♪♪never let you go, never let you down♪♪
♪♪I won’t give up, nah, nah♪♪
♪♪Don’t you give up, nah, nah♪♪
♪♪Let me love you… ♪♪ I sang loudly.
My aim of coming here wasn’t to sing, I meant to drown my pain and sorrow in alcohol, I don’t wanna cry or think about Duncan’s misbehavior, hence, I resorted to alcohol.
But unfortunately, after glass and glass of cocktails, the alcohol finally took control over me, and I couldn’t stop myself from singing along every song and getting all emotional.
It’s been about, two hours since we came and I’ve been singing for approximately, forty to forty-five minutes.
“Fatima, come on, join me” I invited Fatima to join me, but she shook her head and waved her hand indicating no.
“You’re so deaf tone right now, I don’t wanna deal with you until we’re ready to go home” she replied.
But I didn’t wanna take no for an answer, I reached for a spare mic on the table and threw it carelessly at her, she caught it and glared at me when her drink spilled all over her skirt.
“Rachel!!” she growled, but I simply laughed.
“Sing with me” I told her, then continued singing and waving my left hand in the air.
“Alright, that’s it, you’ve had enough and it’s time to get you home” she said.
“No!” I replied firmly and stomped my feet on the ground to show my seriousness.
Fatima dropped her half drink on the table, snatched my mic and threw it on a sofa across the room, then grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door, but I wouldn’t let her.
I dragged my feet on the ground and continued singing, giggling occasionally as I considered her efforts of pulling me out of the room fun.
“No matter how hard you try to resist, I’m gonna get you home tonight!” she snapped, but it only made me giggle more.
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THIRD PERSON’S pov.
Another room in KissMe karaoke<<
Mike stared blankly at the glass of Hennessy in his hand, he’s been holding this drink for thirty minutes without even taking a sip, meanwhile his friend’s already on his fifth glass.
“Change the music!” his friend shouted above the music, but nobody changed it.
His friend gulped down his drink and glanced at Mike, he sighed when he noticed Mike’s still on his first glass.
“Hey, man, you’re the brokenhearted here, but why does it seem as if I’m drinking on your behalf?” he asked.
Mike still didn’t move his eyes from the drink, he snatched the drink from Mike and slammed it on the table.
“Let out your feelings and don’t bottle ’em up, it hurts more when you try to bottle them”
“I’m not feeling hurt” Mike said.
“You’re not feeling hurt? Then why did you bring me here?”
TO Be Continued
