ONE TIME with the Steamy Lifeguard (One Night Stand series) [Sexy Short}

Chapter 1: Landing

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"Zrób to już!" Beata yelled into her phone before angrily hanging up on her publicist. "I cannot STAND him! Stupid dupek! Hopefully, this country can help me escape all of this idiocy. Can you believe what he's doing?!" Beata looked over at her bodyguard, José, who had finished texting his wife that he had landed in America. He quickly put his phone away waiting for Beata to yell at him, but she just rolled her eyes.

They were coming down from the terminal and were on the escalator when Beata noticed a crowd of people screaming with signs and pictures of her flapping above their heads. She let out a huge sigh and murmured to herself, "I guess not." She frowned for a moment before lifting her head with a huge fake smile, and began waving at the crowd before her.

Other bodyguards joined in surrounding her from the fans of people begging for her autograph, asking her questions, and some trying to grab her. She continued to smile and battle her way through until she heard someone ask, "How does it feel to see Giordano with Maja at the One Street Runway Show? Do you think he's cheating on you?" 

Beata tried to ignore them, but she could feel herself snapping. Giordano had posted pictures of him and Maja being very affectionate at the show, yet he persistently told her there was nothing going on between the two. She turned around and yelled, "there's nothing going on between them!" Ugh, she instantly regretted saying that. As soon as she spoke the flashes from the paparazzi's camera began snapping faster and louder. She could feel her panic attack building up, and her ears began ringing.

Ever since her and Giordano got into an argument before she left for America, she had felt nothing but anxiety. She suffered one panic attack when she was boarding the plane after they told her there was a problem with her private jets and she would be flying commercial. She believed Giordano had something to do with it. First class or not, she was appalled by such unprofessional accommodations. She was one of the top grossing models from Poland, but she had been living in Italy with her also famous model boyfriend, Giordano Rossi.

The paparazzi, media, and all of the Entertainment news outlets were constantly surrounding them after their pregnancy drama a few months back. Beata had accidentally gotten pregnant due to her doctor's mishap with her birth control, leading to a huge scandalous lawsuit. But shortly after the lawsuit was settled, she unfortunately lost the baby. Giordano was not too happy about the pregnancy, but they were both extremely upset about losing it. Neither of them had been the same since. They were constantly fighting and arguing with fans or trying to fight off the haters on their social media accounts and the ugly comments they were saying.

She didn't want them to break up; she was absolutely in love with him, and had been since they started dating 5 years ago. She was freshly 18 and had just started modeling and wasn't famous yet, but he had been modeling a couple years and was just beginning to become famous at 22. Now, she was way more famous than he was and millions more richer, but all of this negative publicity was looking bad on her and good on him. Everyone was blaming her for losing the child. They were angry with her for suing the doctor and calling it a 'mistake', and accusing her of hating her child, because why would she sue the doctor if she loved her baby?

All of the memories over the past few months starting flooding onto her mind, and she started to feel like she had no oxygen and may faint. Her main bodyguard and friend, José, ran over to her as fast as he could and grabbed her around the waist. He knew her facial expressions when she was having a panic attack. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, "I'm okay, I promise."

"Are you sure?" He helped her stand up straight and continued to hold onto her as he led her to their limo that was only about 10 feet away now.

"Beata! Beata! Can you give us a timeline on when you think you might try to have a kid with Giordano again?!" That's it, she couldn't take it anymore.

She turned around and screamed at the reporter, "It's not Beeeeta or Bayyyta, IT'S 'BAY-AH-TAH! Get it right you fat ugly American!" Everyone gasped around her, more pictures began to flash erratically, the room began to spin, and she fainted right there in José's arms. He lifted her unconscious body into his arms and ran the rest of the way to the limo. Another bodyguard opened the door, and he slid inside with her still in his arms.

Her publicist started fanning her, and at the same time, José started lightly slapping her right cheek. She finally came to. "I thought we were going to have to take you to the hospital. What in the world happened?" He breathlessly asked.

Beata grabbed her forehead and looked around confused. "You fainted." Her publicist explained.

Her phone started ringing, texts were piling in, and notifications were dinging nonstop on her phone. "Great, what could this possibly be I wonder?" She said grabbing her phone out of her wallet. She slid out of José 's lap and sat up in the limo, still waiting for her ears to stop ringing.

"Just ignore them. Let's get you to the hotel huh?" Her bodyguard insisted.

She unlocked her phone by scanning her face, ignoring him. She vigorously read each text, skimming through the notifications of messages, comments, posts about her all over social media. "No! No, no, no, no, no!"

"What is it?!" Her publicist urged.

"Marcy, tell me you can fix this. Please, fix this. Oh, you have to help me!" Marcy grabbed her phone and began reading through the messages. She looked up at Beata with a frustratingly concerned look on her face. José grabbed the phone from her hands and read them as well.

"Oh fuck, how the hell are we going to undo this?" He said.

"I'm going to have to call Giordano before it's too late. I don't want him to read this and think... He's going to freak. We just had a huge fight and if he thinks-"

"Too late." José showed Beata her phone screen.

Giordano was calling.

And everyone on the internet was spam posting videos of her fainting with the headline 'Beata Pregnant AGAIN?!'