Love, Lipstick and Lies (19 page)

Looking back, Danny’s concern about being seen out with me must have been because he was still seeing other girls … And it wasn’t that the warning signs weren’t there at the beginning. After the picture of the two of us appeared in the press, the former
Big Brother
contestant Imogen Thomas
tweeted that Danny was a liar and a bullshitter after everything he had told her in Vegas. When I asked him about her, he replied that it wasn’t serious and she had wanted a relationship when he didn’t. That won’t happen to me, I remember thinking.

At the beginning of our relationship it felt as if he was pursuing me. We saw each other all the time and he couldn’t get enough of me. It had been very romantic. But once I’d started sleeping with him, things seemed to change. Everything had to be on Danny’s terms.

‘I’ve got a meeting tonight,’ he’d say. Or, ‘I’ve got to see the boys, I need to catch up with them as I’m going back to Australia soon.’ And then he wanted to see me late at night, after his meetings or after he’d seen his friends. And I’d think, How many meetings has he got? So it would be eleven or twelve at night that I’d be going round to his house. It felt like a booty call. It
was
a booty call. I was such an idiot, where was my self-respect! God! I wish I’d turned round then and there and said, ‘Forget it! I am worth so much more than this!’ But because I was so into him, I didn’t. I would turn up at the house, and he’d be sitting in the living room with his mates watching some crap on TV, and I’d sit next to him on the sofa, feeling awkward and out of place, exactly like a teenage girl.

What the hell am I doing here? I’d think to myself. I’m a mother of three, an adult! I have an amazing career! This feels like kid stuff. But I didn’t say anything because I wanted to
be with Danny. And then we’d go upstairs to his top-floor room and go to bed. The house was a proper bachelor pad, it was chaos … Seriously, what was I doing?

One night we went to see a film together – or rather he bought the tickets and I had to walk into the cinema without him and meet him once we were inside, so no one would see us together. Afterwards, in the car, he told me that we couldn’t go back to his friend’s place.

‘Well, we can’t go back to mine.’ My house renovations still weren’t finished and I was staying in the log cabin with the kids. There was no way I was taking Danny back there with me. He suggested we stay at his mum’s, which wasn’t at all what I had in mind, but I ended up driving us there.

It was late when we arrived and we had to tiptoe around as his mum was asleep in bed. Again I felt like a complete teenager as we crept upstairs to his bedroom. And his room was such a tip! I couldn’t even see the carpet as it was covered in all his possessions, which were scattered everywhere. The sheets were half on, half off the bed. He said it was a mess because he was in the middle of packing to leave for Australia. I wondered how he could live like this. I would never bring anyone back to a room like that. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt and ended up staying.

He was due to go back to Australia for the rugby season and I asked him what was happening with us. Again he told me that he didn’t want the press to find
out: ‘I’d rather we see each other, and get to know each other for at least six months. And then, when it comes out and people try to give us shit, we’ll be so strong together that it won’t matter what they say.’

To which I should have said, ‘No, we’re either a couple or we’re not. And I’m not going to be treated like this.’ But I didn’t. It was as if I had lost all common sense. But as I said before, he did sound very convincing. I wish I’d turned round and said, ‘What can you actually offer me? You haven’t even got your own place to live.’

I ended up lending him my white Range Rover and insuring it for him because he didn’t have a car. I hoped that he would drive down and see me so I wouldn’t keep having to drive up to London, but it made no difference, I was still the one travelling up to see him. When he went back to Australia and the car was returned to me, it was a complete mess inside. There were about ten parking tickets in it, loads of empty beer bottles and champagne glasses covered in lipstick. And then I discovered that he may not even have had a driving licence! I had to pay £200 worth of parking fines and it felt like another example of Danny taking the piss. He had no respect for me at all.

He completely conned me. When I look back, his friends must have been laughing up their sleeves because he clearly had other girls on the go at the same time. I don’t think my friends were impressed by Danny and the way he treated me when they met him, but I didn’t listen to their concerns. I wanted to be with him and he
made out that he wanted to be with me. Admittedly, as I have spoken about in my column in the
Sun
, I found him lean in the most obvious department, which is why I nicknamed him Danny Chipolata.

Late one night he asked me if I would drive him to a certain address outside London because he needed to collect something. Of course I agreed, though I wondered what on earth he wanted to pick up in the middle of the night! It took ages getting there as I kept getting lost on the M25, but there were love songs on the radio and I was happy to be with him on this little road trip. When we got to the address Danny said he’d just be five minutes. He got out of the car while I waited outside and then returned carrying a bag. Afterwards we stayed in a hotel in Kingston – he knew the manager there, who let him in the back way. I wondered if he’d taken other girls to the same place. Once we were in our room Danny asked me to do something that wasn’t right at all. It wasn’t of a sexual nature but I was totally shocked.

* * *

I kept thinking that he would drop his idea that we couldn’t be seen out in public, but he didn’t. David Haye, who had introduced us in the first place, had a birthday party at the Paramount Club in London and Danny and I were both invited, but yet again he said we couldn’t be seen together. What’s going on? We’re supposed to be a couple, I thought. But I was sure that when he saw me at the club he would change his mind … I wore a very
cheeky, attention-grabbing see-through black lace all in one, which flashed my underwear and quite a bit of my bum, along with some killer heels.

My good friend Melodie came with me, and when we arrived I saw Danny. I was stunned when he completely ignored me. One minute he said that he loved me … and now this? I felt hurt and confused. I couldn’t believe that we had spent all week together and here he was, treating me as if I was nothing to him.

We went to the bar and David came up and introduced me to his mum and dad and we got talking, but all I could think of was Danny. Finally he came over and stood next to me at the bar, but he was still acting as if we weren’t a couple.

‘All right?’ he said, really casually, as if we were acquaintances and that was it. He got himself a drink and then moved away; he was offhand to the point of rudeness.

I tried to hide how hurt I was by hitting the dance floor with Melodie. I saw Danny across the club, talking and laughing with a group of girls, and I thought, You absolute bastard. I was furious that he was treating me like this – like shit basically. After I’d left he texted me saying that he couldn’t believe I’d worn that outfit. I replied that I couldn’t believe he’d ignored me!

But I didn’t want to get into an argument. I thought everything would be okay as I was seeing him the following night, having organised a box for him and some of our friends at a Katy Perry concert. I had also hired a
limo to pick us all up from my house and take us to the concert and then back to the house for a party. However, when I saw him again Danny was still offhand with me. He wouldn’t walk into the O2 Arena with me and he didn’t stand next to me while watching the concert. But yet again I thought, It’s okay, he’s coming back to my house later, we can sort this out. Really I should have turned round and said, ‘Fuck you! You can’t even talk to me in a group of people! Do you really think I’m going to organise a party for you and your friends?’ But I was in a fragile state of mind at the time.

I was completely different with Danny from the way I have behaved with my other boyfriends in the past. I was nothing like that with Kieran, where I followed the age-old rule of treating them mean to keep them keen – and it must have worked as we got married! With Danny it was as if I was a teenager again, putting up with all a man’s shit, and going along with everything he said.

After the concert, as we were walking out, Catherine my PA said something to Danny, and he shot back angrily with, ‘No, it’s your job.
You
look after her.’ It was clear he was drunk and he sounded aggressive. It got worse on the drive back. He said something to me, I can’t remember exactly what, but he was trying to be a smartarse and because I’d had a few drinks I was gobby back to him. What happened next completely shocked me and everyone I was with. He got hold of me by the neck and pushed me against the window, saying, ‘Don’t ever speak to me like that again!’

‘Hey! Get off her!’ everyone exclaimed. ‘That’s out of order.’

‘I don’t fucking care!’ he shouted. I just didn’t understand why he was being like this. Looking back, I should have told him to go, there and then, but I was still under his spell. He was vile throughout the house party after the concert, downing drinks, walking around with a bottle of vodka in each hand, swigging it neat. My friends and I were amazed by what he was getting up to.

A few days later I went to the premiere of the film
Paranormal Activity 3
, which was held at the Big Brother house at Elstree Studios, along with two contestants from my own reality show,
Signed by Katie Price
, Melissa and Gemma. In the morning as we’d lain in bed together, Danny had told me that he couldn’t meet up with me that night as he was staying at his mum’s house. ‘Well, can’t I come over like last time?’ I’d suggested, but he’d said no as he was going to be with one of his friends.

I had a feeling that something wasn’t quite right and after the film I texted him again to ask if we could meet up. If it sounds like I was obsessed, that’s because I was … Again he said he couldn’t, and that he was having dinner with a friend. Then he actually sent me a picture of the pie they were supposed to be eating, as if to prove that he was where he said he was … Now I really
was
suspicious.

I texted Danny,
Are you sure you’re at your mum’s house?

Yeah, why do you keep asking?
he replied.

I was feeling more and more wound up.

I knew people and did my research to try and find out the truth and was able to get hold of a picture of Danny at the time sitting on the sofa, next to a girl.

I was so upset that he had lied to me. Right, I thought, I’m going over.

Then I found out that Danny and the girl had gone to bed together. I felt sick; I was shaking with hurt and anger. I couldn’t believe how he had lied to me. Somehow I kept it together to drive from Elstree to where Danny was staying, but all the time I couldn’t get what he had done, and what he was doing right this moment, with another girl, out of my head. In my mind I was planning exactly what I was going to say when I caught him, rehearsing my speech.

I deliberately parked at the end of his street so he wouldn’t see my car, and then Melissa, Gemma and I tiptoed along the pavement so he wouldn’t hear our heels clicking against the concrete. When we reached the front door I covered the little spy hole so that whoever answered the door wouldn’t be able to see us. Then I knocked. One of Danny’s housemates answered the door, and the ‘Oh, fuck!’ look on his face said it all when he realised that it was me, and that his mate Danny was about to be found out big time.

‘Hiya,’ I said, sounding calm even though I felt anything but. ‘I realised I’d forgotten something … I’ll only be a minute.’ And before he could prevent it, all three of
us walked in and headed straight for the stairs. My heart was pounding and the adrenalin was pumping through me as we went quietly up to Danny’s bedroom. The door stood slightly ajar and we all walked in.

Then we froze as we looked down at the bed. My gut instinct had been spot on. Danny, who was supposed to be my boyfriend, was having sex with another woman. I was strangely calm, I guess because I’d had an hour to prepare what I wanted to say and because I knew what I was going to be confronted with. Deep down, I also think I realised by then just what he was like.

I gestured for my friends to go out while I waited, hand on my hip, getting ready to launch into my pre-prepared speech.

‘Hiya,’ I said.

The effect on the couple in the bed was instantaneous. They stopped what they were doing and grabbed the duvet to cover themselves. Both of them looked up at me, completely horrified. It would have been funny if I hadn’t felt so completely cut up by his betrayal.

‘Danny,’ I said, sounding more together than I was feeling, ‘I want you to know that I forgive you, but I never forget.’

At this Danny got out of bed and grabbed his clothes. I marched up to him and flicked his dick with my hand. ‘All right, are you? You fucking dick!’ I shot at him, struggling to contain my anger. He rushed out of the room.

Then it was just the girl and me, and I was still trying
to control the hurt and anger that was boiling up inside me.

‘So how long has this been going on? Did he tell you that he was with me and that I’m his girlfriend?’

She shook her head, ‘No way. He told me he was single.’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All those things he had said about us being together properly … all lies.

‘So did he tell you that he was going back to Australia soon and that you could go out and see him there?’ I carried on. I had to know everything, even though it was killing me.

‘Yes, he did,’ came her reply. Exactly what he had told me … I found out then that Danny had met her at David Haye’s party, the night he had insisted we couldn’t be seen together, the night he had treated me like shit. And now I knew why. He had been pulling this girl.

I couldn’t really be angry with her as she’d been conned by Danny, just like me. I asked her if she needed a cab but she said she’d get one herself. I went downstairs and found Danny sitting on his friend’s bed, looking upset.
He
looked upset … that was nothing to how he’d made me feel.