Must've Been Love
Chapter Eleven: One Night At Le Klub Kool
The club was buzzing by the time the couple arrived and, after holding
the door of the taxi open for his girlfriend, Cameron gazed in awe at the
dazzling neon sign and the crowds of people milling around.
"This place is somethin'." He murmured. "You never told me this joint
was such a big deal club!"
"Mm, we've played here." Topaz owned. "It's fairly common for the local
stars, however big in name to play here once or twice a year at the very
least. I dunno what it is about Le Klub Kool...it seems to have some kind
of allure that the other clubs in the district just don't have."
"I almost feel like they're gonna chuck me out for not 'avin' some star
studded background." Cameron joked. Topaz laughed.
"Silly." She scolded, kissing him on the cheek. "You're a star to me and
that's all that matters."
"You don't mind people seein' us 'ere together?" Cameron sounded worried.
Topaz rolled her eyes.
"Couldn't be further from my mind." She assured him. "I'm honoured to
have such a handsome escort. Now come on!"
"Okay, I'm comin'." Cameron laughed, allowing her to lead him inside.
She evidently knew the doormen, for she cast one a friendly smile and he
acknowledged her with one of his own, allowing them both in.
The club was just as busy inside as out, and loud music from the brightly
lit stage at the far end filled the room. Topaz indicated the singer with
"Sirena." She shouted, over the loud backing music. "She's signed to the
same label...Phyllis' daughter and a friend of Jewel's."
"She's damn good." Cameron acknowledged. "Why ain't she come to the UK,
"Oh, she's had a baby and she only made her music comeback last October."
Topaz explained. "She hasn't had time to arrange a tour yet. Come on, the
bar is this way."
"I ought to buy you a drink." Cameron decided with a wink. "If you'll
let me, to apologise for bein' a total git to you about that pressman."
"Forget it." Topaz's soft blue eyes twinkled. "It was dumb and we survived
it. But sure, I won't say no to a drink, if you're offering."
"The guy didn't come back, you know." Cameron observed, once they were
settled away from the dance floor and were able to hear themselves think
a little more. "Guess he found somethin' more interestin' to follow up than
some university bum from England, eh?"
"Mm, guess you and I just don't cut it in the world of hot gossip." Topaz
laughed. "And I'm damn glad to hear it, too. I'm glad we made up, Cameron."
"I'm glad too." Cameron took a sip of his drink.
"Topaz!" A friendly voice called and turning, the couple registered the
presence of the Diablo songwriter and keyboardist. Topaz cast the younger
girl a grin, for all of Jewel were fond of the sweet natured Marissa.
"I won't intrude." Marissa eyed Cameron with an interested grin. "I just
wanted to say hi...and pass on the message that we're all gonna be coming
to your party. Luca and I came to hear Sirena play."
"Thanks for letting me know." Topaz dimpled. "Marissa, this is Cameron,
he's a close friend of mine, from England. Cameron - Marissa Young. She
plays keys for a group called Diablo."
"Pleasure." Cameron's green eyes twinkled. "I've 'eard you guys mentioned
since I've been in LA."
"Well, nice to meet you too." Marissa grinned. "I'll let you guys carry
on with what you were doing...but it was nice to see you, Topaz."
"Likewise." Topaz grinned. "Later, Mari."
"She seems nice." Cameron observed. Topaz nodded.
"We all of us like Marissa." She agreed. "She's very sweet, and very talented,
"Mm, like someone sittin' not a million miles away, eh?" Cameron grinned,
kissing her gently. Topaz blushed.
"You overestimate my abilities." She chided him.
"Maybe you underestimate 'em." Cameron suggested. "'Ere, the music's finished!"
"I'm guessing that she wants a break." Topaz decided. "It's hot work singing
live, you know. Especially in a joint as smoky and hot as this."
"Mm, guess I didn't think o' that." Cameron admitted. "You know, through
datin' you, I'm gettin' to realise that people in the public eye ain't really
that different from the rest of us...jus' richer, is all."
"You." Topaz laughed, swiping him playfully, then, "Ooh, oh. Fireworks
on the stage!"
"Fireworks?" Cameron turned to look, where Sirena was busy haranging an
unfamiliar man of their own age. The young man seemed utterly unperturbed
by her bad temper, and it was unfortunate for the crowd as a whole that
the microphones had been hurriedly switched off, for it was clear that the
singer was quite animated.
"That's Luca Ranieri. He's another of Marissa's band, and it's a well
known fact in public and private circles that he has a big thing for Sirena."
She explained. "No doubt he offered to buy her a drink or help her down from
the stage or get her some water or something...and she's bent on telling him
how she feels in the most embarrassing manner possible."
"Mm. Nice girl." Cameron said dryly. "Poor bloke. 'E's takin' it better
than I would be."
"Sirena's okay." Topaz said with a shrug. "You have to get down below
the layers of hostility and defensiveness, but there is a nice girl at the
bottom. I think that Luca's going about things wrong, though. I mean, Sirena's
son isn't all that old yet...she's not ready to jump back into the world
"What about the baby's dad? Did 'e do a runner?"
"No...he died." Topaz replied softly.
"Ooh." Cameron fell silent, considering. "Well, if nothin' else it's provided
some drama for the night, eh?" He grinned. "I'm jus' goin' to the little
boys room, okay? I'll be right back."
"Sure." Topaz nodded, taking a sip of her drink and settling to watch
the end of the confrontation onstage. No doubt, she mused, the tabloid writers
were having a field day.
"Still, Sirena's used to it and Luca will need to be." She mused. "I'd
rather it was on them than on Cameron and me, selfish as it sounds."
As the young English student made his way across to rejoin his date, he
found himself waylaid by an unfamiliar figure, dressed in a chic black dress
and with her elegant dark curls tied neatly back in a fashionable style.
"You're Cameron Milligan." She observed idly, taking a drag on her cigarette
as she did so. Cameron frowned.
"You 'ave an advantage over me, then. I don't know your name."
"Oh, my name is Stefana." The girl told him sweetly. "I'm a friend of
your girlfriend, didn't she mention me to you?"
"Stefana? Mm..Diablo?" Cameron asked. Stefana's green eyes took on a look
of feigned delight.
"Oh, you do know who I am then!" She exclaimed. "For a moment then, I
thought I'd made a big fool of myself!"
"'Ow can I 'elp you, Stefana?" Cameron looked non-plussed. Stefana glanced
around her, then lowered her voice.
"I thought you should know." She murmured. "Things are being whispered
about you and Topaz. People are saying all kinds of things...that she thinks
you're not good enough for her, and all that. The rumour is that it's going
to be printed in tomorrow's edition of a certain infamous local tabloid...I
thought someone should tell you. The press are nasty people."
"The press? Hah. I've 'ad enough of them and their troublemaking." Cameron
said bitterly. Stefana nodded in pretend agreement.
"Oh, I don't blame you." She purred. "And I'm sure that it's not an ounce
of it true. After all, she thinks so much of you. I've heard her say more
than once that you're not like any of the other guys she's dated...and as
I'm sure you know there have been a few of them."
"I had heard something about it." Cameron said abruptly. "Look, Stefana,
I appreciate the warnin' an' all, but I don't quite see where you're goin'
"Well, I wanted you to be prepared." Stefana said softly. "Topaz is a
girl with a big heart, Cameron, but if the rumours are true, she's perhaps
not as discreet as she'd like to be. The story goes that the press are printing
direct quotes from her own testimony on your relationship...something about
a row at the Red Rock Restaurant, and an expose on her previous...relationships
and how well you match up. I couldn't help but be horrified for the both
of you when I heard what they were doing."
"Expose, huh?" Cameron's expression turned grim. "Are you implyin' that
there's a lot of stuff to print, on 'er past relationships?"
"Oh!" Stefana pretended to look stricken." You mean, you don't know about
all the guys she slept with in Canada? Oh, I thought you did...when you said...I
mean...oh, forget I said anything! Topaz is my friend, I didn't mean to
cause any trouble!"
"Then why are you telling this to me an' not to Topaz 'erself?" Cameron
"Topaz is used to the press. You...well, it's all new to you." Stefana
said simply. "I wanted you to be prepared...I didn't want you to get a nasty
surprise. Oh, I thought I was doing the right thing and doing Topaz a favour!
The journalist actually came to ask me questions about you guys, would you
believe it! They offered a ton of money...of course, I refused to comment,
but I'm not so sure everyone has been so loyal." She frowned, adopting a look
of perfect contrition. "I feel bad now. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said
"No, it's fine." Cameron said darkly. "I appreciate being forewarned.
Now, if you'll excuse me..."
And with that he was gone into the swirling crowd, leaving Stefana to
give way to her amusement in private. She had not believed her luck when
she had seen Topaz and her red-headed boyfriend enter the club. All it had
taken had been a little bit of improvisational talent, and the seeds of suspicion
and mistrust were once more well planted into Cameron's confused brain.
"And the more upset I make her, the worse Jewel will perform." She mused,
her eyes glinting with evident delight. "That Cameron's a damn fool, so naive
to the ways of the LA scandal sheet! And better still, Topaz is the lead
singer on their new song! She'll botch the show and we'll have to take over.
Rory Llewelyn, eat your heart out!"
Meanwhile, Cameron had spotted Topaz at the bar and, grabbing her by the
arm he demanded to know in low tones what was going on. Her eyes becoming
big with surprise at his mode of attack, Topaz stared at him, unable to account
for the sudden change in his mood.
"What's gotten into you?" She demanded. "Cameron..."
"I jus' got informed that tomorrow mornin' some tabloid rag are plannin'
on printin' some big expose story." Cameron interrupted her, his tone grim.
"Not only that, but that they're usin' testimony direct from your own lips,
an' are not only gonna talk about me, but evaluate me, dammit, with whatever
'airy louts you bedded in Canada!"
"What?" Colour drained from Topaz's face, and for a moment Cameron thought
his girlfriend was in shock, but in an instant he realised that her pallor
was caused by nothing but pure rage, and she cursed loudly.
"Wait till I get my hands on that reporter!" She exclaimed. "Cameron,
I don't know what this is about, but I didn't tell them anything. I haven't
even spoken to a reporter about this! Some guy called the Starlight Mansion
umpteen times yesterday but I didn't take the call, and that's all. I swear."
"They know about our tiff at the Red Rock." Cameron murmured darkly. "'Ow
in 'ell could they know somethin' like that, even to the point of bein' able
to quote things we rowed about, unless someone who was there spilled the
"Oh, so you think that's the sort of person I am now, do you?" Topaz flared
up at this. "The kind of girl who plays kiss and tell with all her love interests?
Oh, thanks a lot!"
"Mm, well from what I understand there 'ave been rather more than a 'few
ex-boyfriends'." Cameron shot back.
"I already told you that it's none of your business what I did in Canada
and who I dated!" Topaz protested. "What do you want me to say, Cameron?
That I'm a slut? That I slept with half of the Canadian male population and
I'm proud of it? Dammit, what do you want me to tell you?"
"The truth, that'd be nice." Cameron's tone became beseeching. "Rora,
listen...please. Tell me honest. Did you tell the press at any time anything
about us? At all?"
"I already told you I didn't." Topaz was clearly near tears. "But if you
don't believe me, well, what can I do? I can't make you trust me, and if
you don't trust me why in hell are you even here? If you think I'm some kiss
and tell flirt, then why do you bother with me?"
"Rora, that ain't fair." Cameron returned, his own frustrations bubbling
back up under this mode of address. "I love you, you stupid girl, don't you
get that? But all I've 'ad since I came to America is 'assle about our relationship
an' your bleedin' sex life before we met. I'm startin' to wonder if the
girl I met in London is the real Aurora Stapleton at all!"
"Well, if that's how you feel, maybe I'll go home." Topaz said flatly,
scooping up her purse. "Maybe you're not who I thought you were, either.
If you're so insecure that you'll question everything I do, and so desperate
you're willing to go with someone you consider no better than a...a...a wannabe
hooker then I'm not sticking around!"
"Dammit, I've had enough of this." He muttered. "Fine. Do what you want.
Think what you want. If you'd 'ad nothin' to do with this stupid rag scandal
then you wouldn'tve reacted like this."
He downed the rest of his drink, grabbing his coat and standing. "I'm
"So you're just gonna walk out on me, now?" Topaz was far too upset to
care who was watching her and what she was saying. If the truth were told
she had had rather too much to drink already to be utterly rational, though
she was far from being physically drunk, and her emotions were only heightened
by the alcohol in her system.
"Some gentleman you are!"
"If that's 'ow you feel, maybe it's best we end this 'ere an' now." Cameron
said flatly. "Goodnight, Rora. It's been fun."
"You're breaking up with me?" Utter horror crossed Topaz's pretty face
as too late she realised where the conversation was heading.
"Sometimes it's best to cut your losses." Cameron said quietly. "Don't
worry. I'm sure you'll get a great press story out of it."
And with that, he was gone. Tears overwhelming her, Topaz buried her head
in her arms, sobbing violently. Whatever he'd said and whatever he'd accused
her of, she loved him, and the last thing she had expected was this.
"Is this a private cry or can anyone join in?"
A friendly voice, tinged with gentle sympathy interrupted her tears and
she glanced up, wiping her eyes and blinking to focus on the face of Luca
Ranieri. She offered him a wan smile as he dropped down in the seat opposite.
"You look like you've had the same kind of night I have." He admitted
at length. Topaz shrugged.
"Cameron and I had a fight." She murmured brokenly. "I love him so much,
Luca...but he doesn't want anything to do with me! He thinks...oh god, he
thinks I sold our story to the press, but I didn't! Hell, I swear..."
"Shh." Luca told her. "Calm down, you'll get hysterical and that isn't
good for press relations, okay?" He offered her a tissue. "Here. Now...do
you want a friendly ear to listen?"
"I...I'm not sure. I mean, I don't want people to think..." Topaz trailed
off uncertainly, blushing and lowering her gaze. "Hell, I'm all over the
place. I don't want people getting the wrong impression about us sitting here."
"Well, Marissa's here too, if you'd rather I got her." Luca said gently.
"But you look like you need a hug, either way."
"I need a drink." Topaz murmured. "Something strong..."
"You're not the only one." Luca glanced at his hands.
"She was pretty cold to you tonight." Topaz remembered. Luca nodded.
"A guy can take so much, but it still hurts." He agreed. "I like her a
whole lot, Topaz. I don't think she realises it, to be honest. But either
way, I'm in the mood to drown my sorrows too."
"Well, they say misery enjoys company." Topaz managed another wan smile,
getting to her feet and picking up her glass. "Fancy a drink?"
"What about the press?" Luca asked her gently.
"To hell with the damn press." Topaz said bitterly. "They've already ruined
my damn life tonight, they couldn't possibly do worse to me now."
"Well, all right." Luca shrugged, casting her a smile. "Count me in."
Chapter One: Twilight
Chapter Two: Diablo's Place
Chapter Three: A Shopping Encounter
Chapter Four: Some New Acquaintances
Chapter Five: A Girl In Love
Chapter Six: Topaz's Advice
Chapter Seven: A Professional Saboteur
Chapter Eight: Melanie
Chapter Nine: A Lover's Tiff
Chapter Ten: Sylva's Decision
Chapter Eleven: One Night At Le Klub Kool
Chapter Twelve: The Morning After
Chapter Thirteen: Stefana Again
Chapter Fourteen: Luca Confesses
Chapter Fifteen: A Christmas Party
Chapter Sixteen: Repercussions
Chapter Seventeen: Christmas Eve on TV
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