The slap coincided with the moment the car arrived at the venue.

I stepped out immediately, snatching my bag as I slammed the door shut. I forced a smile onto my stormy face as the paparazzi ushered us into a red carpet entry.

I hated the whole show. Has it always been like this? It’s just a club, after all.

Or maybe not. Whatever.

George stepped out of the car, dabbing his face with a handkerchief. We locked our arms together like a cute couple, did a couple of poses for the cameras, before finally heading in, flanked by four bodyguards, Eddy and Nick, including the two from the Audi....