Love Disorder (Lesbian, Girlxgirl)

Chapter 18. Sabotage

Chapter 18. Sabotage

It was funny how a couple of words can turn hundreds of screaming people to silence. "I'm madly in love with someone." That was all it took to hush everyone who were participating and watching the show. But if a person begged to differ, it was me and my heart. It was racing uncontrollably against my chest, ready to burst like an overinflated balloon. Though Blaze has glanced away, those few seconds of eye contact were enough to shake and make me undone.

I looked away from the stage, trying to get a hold of myself. The silence has turned to screaming again, this time louder and bordering on insanity. I could barely hear it because of the strange rushing sound in my ears. "Woah!" the host exclaimed. Like the people who attended, he too was having a hard time deciphering what was going on. Blaze was a desired bachelorette. Fresh out of her teens, rich, beautiful, and talented. Everyone wanted a piece of her. Who could have possibly stolen her heart?

"I can't believe you just said that," the host managed to say to Blaze. "I'm extremely honored that you revealed this information here and not some fancy studio. That's right folks," he said to the crowd. "You heard it here first."

"Did you know about this?" a personnel from backstage asked me. They knew me as her manager. Surely I could dish out the goods.

I shook my head. "No."

The guy shrugged. I could see that he wanted to ask more but chose not to because he wouldn't get anything from me. "Oh well, whoever she's dating is lucky," he said, referring to Blaze.

"Right," I said automatically as I focused my attention back on the stage.

The host looked like he wanted to pry. "So who is it?" he said. He stared at the faces in the crowd as if expecting someone to scream, It's me! "Is the person here right now?"

Blaze knew how to play her role well. Her subtle smile didn't give away anything. "Who knows?" she said.

The host didn't look convinced. He scratched his mustache thoughtfully. The crowd wanted answers. Because he wasn't a big shot in the industry like he wanted, delivering the information to everyone would skyrocket his career. I could see his brain ticking from where I stood, and right now he was pressed for time and should think fast. He smiled to himself before he turned to her with a knowing look. "You're never photographed dating or being cozy with anyone. You're not pulling our legs are you?"

"I am a good actress," Blaze said carefully. She was trying to tell him that it may or may not be true, but everyone has rose to the bait. I didn't know if I was to admire her because she knew how to entertain the people, or kick her after we get home because she was playing with my feelings, or both.

"Can't you give us a teensy detail about this?" the host said. He wanted to make the conversation longer, perhaps find out more and eventually discover the truth.

"I can't answer that yet because I haven't formally said it to the person." She shrugged. "But I promise that if we progress, I will issue a press release on this through my beloved manager. Until then, please continue to support my projects like you're doing today. I'm grateful that you came. The children who will benefit from this event is thankful as well." Someone threw a handkerchief on the stage. Blaze caught it deftly and waved it to the crowd before tossing it back. The people downstage scrambled to get it.

The host saw another angle to ask questions. "Speaking of managers, we heard that you got a new one. What does it take to handle an Uno?" Blaze's eyes flashed at the mention of the name. No one noticed it but me.

She smiled sweetly as if it didn't bother her. "Nothing much. You just have to be able to keep up with my unnecessary demands."

"Such as?"