Hollywood star Tom Sizemore's betrayal of Liz Hurley as he reveals

It is every actress’s worst nightmare – an indiscretion she believed was dead and buried in her past comes back to haunt her 20 years later.
That’s the situation Elizabeth Hurley now finds herself in.
The 47-year-old will this week endure intimate details of her relationship with Hollywood actor Tom Sizemore going public – when his tell-all memoir of Hollywood life is published on Thursday.
Sizemore, 51, who starred in Natural Born Killers and Saving Private Ryan before spiralling into drug addiction, devotes an entire chapter to their three-year liaison.
In it, he paints Liz – then the girlfriend of Hugh Grant – as a seductress who he fell in love with on the 1992 set of Passenger 57.
Two years later, she was catapulted into the limelight after wearing that Versace dress to the premiere of Grant’s Four Weddings And A Funeral. Here, in an exclusive extract from his memoir, Sizemore tells of their clandestine affair.

Liz Hurley, now 47, had a three-year affair with Tom Sizemore while she was also dating Hugh Grant

One of my first leading roles was in a movie called Passenger 57 –but, honestly, what was most memorable about that entire experience was that it introduced me to Elizabeth Hurley.
I remember when I first saw her, four days into the movie, at the initial script read-through in Orlando, Florida. I’d never seen a girl that beautiful. She had stunningly flawless ivory skin, a beautiful voice and a charming, throaty laugh.
Wesley Snipes, whom I’d known for a long time and who was one of the stars of the film, saw her at the same time. He looked at me and said, ‘You can have the black girl,’ meaning the actress who was playing the other stewardess. I saw that he might be serious about hitting on Elizabeth so right then I walked across the room to where she was at a table getting a brownie or something.
I started to introduce myself to her and she said: ‘I know who you are.’ I think I stammered: ‘What?’ And she said: ‘I’m in room 219 and you’re in 119. It’s on the cast list.’
I said something like: ‘I have to apologise but I’m kind of a neophyte when it comes to talking to women as beautiful as you.’
And she said: ‘A neophyte? I love you.’ I laughed and said, ‘It’s that easy?’ and she said: ‘I’m sorry, I meant that I love the fact you know the word neophyte.’ I laughed and asked her to dinner, explaining that I was a neophyte at that, too.

 

Later that night, we went to an Italian restaurant in central Florida, then went back to her room and drank wine and listened to The Beatles. We just kind of cuddled and sang the songs to each other and hung out, and then I went home.  I didn’t even try to kiss her. I felt like she was just too pretty to kiss. To me, her beauty blocked everything out. It was actually really unhealthy because I let her beauty keep me in a subordinate position. I literally couldn’t conceal my awe or worshipful feelings for her.
The next day she came by my room and said: ‘Come on, we’re going to get some magazines and books.’ We drove to a Borders store, and she bought Madame Bovary and a bunch of other books. I was impressed.
That night we went back to her hotel room, which had a little kitchenette, and she made roasted chicken with green beans and broke out two bottles of wine. I think I was in love by the time I had my second glass.
Then she went into the bedroom and came out in lingerie that would make her later outfits in the Austin Powers movies seem tame, and she got on the coffee table and stripped. And it was a goddamn good routine, too. She knew what she was doing because in the middle of it she looked at me and asked: ‘Is it too bright for you?’