Love, Lipstick and Lies by Katie Price Page A

Please don’t because the pictures are shit and the stories about me even worse … It would be enough to put anyone off. He said that he hadn’t. Looking back, I think it’s almost certain that he would have. It’s human nature, isn’t it? I had Googled him and seen all his modelling pictures, which were stunning.
    My head was telling me that I shouldn’t jump into another relationship so soon after my marriage break up, but my heart was telling me the opposite. Me being me, my heart won. And so six days after we had met, I asked Leo to come over to England and see me. Hewasn’t filming and it seemed like an ideal opportunity for us to get to know each other better. As he was packing for the trip I knew that he had a friend with him who spoke English and I texted him, via her, to explain that I had two other children besides Harvey. I laid it all out for him. At the time I was naïve and thought nothing of him coming to see me after we had spent only one night together. But looking back, I wonder whether he had already done his research on me and discovered that I was well known and had money. Why else would a young man who was that good-looking and eligible fly to another country to be with an older woman, with three kids, when he could easily get any beautiful young model? But maybe I had been amazing on that one night …!
    I was on a shoot when Leo arrived at Heathrow and so I arranged for Rob my driver to pick him up, along with Phil, and bring him to me. I was so excited about seeing Leo again! I rushed to the car once I had finished work, and as soon as I saw him I felt that spark of attraction, that chemistry. It completely overtook the language barrier. It was such an intense feeling.
    Rob drove us back to Gary and Phil’s flat in central London. We had paps following the car and I was furious that they had tracked us down. I couldn’t understand how they knew where we were. Once we were safely inside the flat Leo took out his laptop and pretended that he had to do some work for a few minutes. Then he showed me that he had translated the words of a Spanishlove song into English, explaining that they summed up how he felt about me. At the time I thought that was so romantic. My interpretation looking back? That he was a proper charmer and very calculating … He knew exactly how to push my buttons. But okay, back to how I felt then. The gesture impressed me.
    He had also brought me some presents: a set of silver stirrups, kind of Western-style, that they ride with in Argentina, chocolates and a poncho. It reminded me a little bit of when you have a foreign student to stay and they bring you gifts from their country! I didn’t attempt to explain that to him via Google Translate. God knows what would have come out. I think I wore the poncho once – not really my thing. When we split, I sold it on eBay. But at least he made the effort, I thought. Still, I couldn’t help wondering how he knew I was into riding. I hadn’t told him. Now I can only think he had done his research on me.
    He was such a contrast to Alex, so masculine and so clean-cut and such a gentleman. And making love with him was so refreshing, because it was so normal … Imagine standing in a hurricane, in Force-12 winds – that was what sex had felt like with Alex towards the end. Then imagine lying in a field full of daisies in warm sunshine – that was what sex with Leo felt like. No wonder I fell for him.
    The press attention was insane though. We couldn’t go anywhere without being pursued by the paps, which was not an ideal start to a relationship. It didn’t seemto faze Leo though, he seemed to enjoy it. I know I always get criticised for introducing my boyfriends to my children too quickly, but Leo stayed with Gary and Phil up in London when I had the children, and with me only when they were with their dad. In spite of the language barrier, Gary and Phil had already given Leo their seal of approval, and my other friends and