7 days of sneaking into Lisa’s house, a few torn blouses and broken trouser’s zips later, on Sunday morning Hugh woke up alone in his own bed. पूर्व evening Lisa’s family visited her so Hugh decided to stay घर and rest, drinking some बीयर, बियर in front of TV.
He stood up from the bed, put his towel and slippers on, and went out for a newspaper. When he opened the door some lights blinded him and he covered his eyes द्वारा the hand. When he opened them, he saw a massive crowd of paparazzi, aiming at him with their cameras and flashes. Suddenly a couple of women with microphones run to him.

Is that true? Is she here? When did it start? Does your wife know about it? Are आप going to divorce?

“Wait!” he shouted and even the sound of the cameras died away for a while. “Excuse me, but what the hell are आप all talking about?” he was pissed but tried to act as normal and calm as he could, talking loud enough to everybody could hear him.

“We are talking about आप and Lisa Edelstein, today’s newspapers लेखन about your affair.” One of the reporters explained.

How did they know? We were careful… Never mind.
“I am NOT having an affair and आप have no proof, so please, go to your wives, children, make them pancakes, I don’t care – IT’S SUNDAY MORNING FOR GOD’S SAKE PEOPLE!.” He was about to turn around and ignore them, came back for his coffee although he was already enough actuated, when one of the paparazzi lifted the newspaper from the ground and gave it to Hugh with a smirk on his face.

“What?’ he कहा and opened the newspaper. On the सेकंड page there was a couple of चित्रो from TCA लोमड़ी, फॉक्स Party… and below a large चित्र of him and Lisa sitting in the restaurant, holding hands on the table. He read a short note placed अगला to the picture “Hugh Laurie and Lisa Edelstein caught together in the restaurant in LA. Just friends? We don’t think so. Laurie seemed to be very caring, and when the couple left the restaurant, they got down द्वारा his to some secret place. We are wondering if he was trying to cheer her up in the other way…”

“Son of a bitch…” he muttered “Thanks for that” he smiled to the man who gave him the newspaper and headed to the door.

“Aren’t आप going to टिप्पणी दे on that?” one of the women asked and he felt the flashes on his eyes again.

“No.” he smiled and locked the door behind himself. He’s too long in this business to know he can’t care about that crap. He walked into the रसोई, रसोईघर and took a coffee, while the other hand he reached for the phone and dialed the number.

“Hello, darlin'. Oh I know, I met them in front of the house. Did आप tell them anything? Good. Yes, Jo confirmed that she get my divorce papers yesterday evening. We have nothing to worry about, we’re clean. See आप at the dinner? Great. Say hi to your parents from me. प्यार you, too.” He hung up the phone and took a sip of a warm coffee.







THE END :D