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I wouldn’t mind a slice of Prince William or Harry – or both!

Tell me a secret … My life was going great, I had a boyfriend, Andrew Newton, from Hollyoaks, who I loved and, if I’m honest, still love very much. My career was just starting to kick off and, generally, everything seemed to be going in the right direction.

I thought Andrew was my soulmate, and I didn’t want to think of life without him. I thought he felt the same. He promised me a lot of things, but six months down the line he was part of the London party scene. I was only managing part-time modelling so I was still working for a travel agent on the Bransholme Council Estate in Hull.

I use to dread looking through the newspapers and magazines. Each week he would be splashed all over the papers with the likes of Brooke Kinsella from Eastenders, Jodie Marsh and Abbi Titmus, to name a few.

I used to get pissed off with being made a fool of and, well, you know, a woman scorned and all that! I decided to cash in on it. As people said at the time, I sold my soul, but, believe me, £6,000 for a Kiss ‘n’ Tell is good money. I did the Kiss ’n’ Tell, which led to another Kiss ’n’ Tell and another. I didn’t care any more and neither did he.

I think everyone knows these kinds of stories might start as a bit of revenge, but mostly they are to boost careers. But sometimes you have to live with the media exploiting the information you give to them.

After all this, I did learn not to trust reporters, after one made me sound like an over possessive freak and really pathetic. I can honestly say I learned from Andrew’s mistakes. In this industry you have to be so careful, as people are quick to judge and they enjoy seeing people’s careers go down the pan – after all, it makes good reading. I truly believe Andrew was a blessing in my life. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have as much determination to go on after all this crap. It’s a shame it ended as it did. I do miss him. I miss the good times we had together. I still think he is my soulmate, but I guess sometimes things aren’t meant to be.

During the time I was angry with Andrew and still wanting to get revenge for the torment he put me through, I was invited to what promised to be a great party at the Brit Awards. I remember I was feeling particularly good that day. I had lots of modelling jobs on offer and, at last, things seemed to be turning around for me. I was getting a good reputation and was partying every night and enjoying life as a whole. However, this party ended up being a very interesting night indeed – and until now I have not shared exactly what happened.

I took my friend, Sarah, along to the party. Bless her, she had never been out of Hull before, so this night was a big shock to her. I had booked us in to a hotel in Kensington. Soon after checking in we were downing the contents of the mini-bar.

We were having such a great time at the Brit Awards and we were in high spirits when we reached the after-party, which was at the Kensington Roof Top Gardens.

We were dancing away and getting very drunk on champagne. I moved over to the bar for another glass of champagne. I saw this guy who was blond, tanned and whom I noticed had been eyeing me up all night. He finally made his move on me at the bar and asked if I would like a drink. He seemed to be out with a group of guys, but I wasn’t taking much notice. Of course, I didn’t turn down the drink and ordered a glass of champagne. I was hoping that he would buy a bottle to share, but no, he literally just got me a glass – a bit tight I thought for someone who looked like he had a few bob!

We chatted for ages. We had obviously clicked and soon we moved on to the dance floor. It was then he kissed me. We were dancing very close; he was touching my body and before I knew it he grabbed me hard and gave me a full-on snog, pressing his body up against mine. I let him snog me, after all he was pretty cute – not my usual type, but scored high on the cute factor.

About 30 minutes after our initial snog, I went to the ladies to reapply my lippy as he had kissed most of it off! No sooner had I hit the loos than a reporter, who said she worked for the News of the World, approached me and said, ‘Do you know that’s James Beattie?’

I looked blank at her, thinking, James who? ‘He plays for England’, she continued, ‘and he has a girlfriend.’

I didn’t really care, I was having fun and was very pissed by this stage. I just shrugged, slapped my lippy on and headed back for another glass of champagne.

When I got back to the table, James was waiting for me with a bottle of champagne. We drank it like it was water. I remember at one point we were drinking from the bottle.

Not long after we had finished off the bottle of champagne, we decided to make a dash and disappear from the party. I remember someone was shouting at him, I think it was either an agent or some PR person. Whoever they were, they were obviously pissed at him. They were telling him not to leave, but he didn’t care.

We had to leave through the back doors so as not to be seen. He held on to my hand as we made our way very drunkenly down lots of stairs – I had to stop I was knackered. He then picked me up and was kissing me. His hands were all over my body and, to be honest, I remember it was a struggle to keep his hands off me. It was then I started to think he wasn’t really all that nice and was a bit pushy, but I wanted to leave the party. My friend had already left and I didn’t want to go back into the party on my own.

We grabbed a cab outside with a few of his mates. As the cab set off, he put his head out of the window and started shouting out at passers-by – I remember thinking what a dickhead.

We got out at the Funky Buddha. He jumped to the front of the queue and they refused his entry, so we had to wait for about 15 minutes before we got in and they made him pay. He kicked off again about having to pay – it was only a tenner, and it was really embarrassing.

Once I was in the club, I bumped into Callum Best and ended up snogging Callum – he was much, much better than James. After going from one to the other, I told James I wanted to leave. I think he thought ‘go back together’, but there was no way I was going to go back to my hotel with him. I’ve never been easy and wasn’t going to start, especially with someone I wasn’t that keen on. Besides I wasn’t going to be another notch on a footballer’s bedpost, particularly after sampling his kisses I didn’t think I would be missing a great deal!

I’ve not seen him since, but I did hear that him and his girlfriend split up, guess she found out what he was really like – lucky escape I say!