Page 142 of Through My Window
“In the comments all those women planned to find us,” Artemis interjects, giving Apolo a murderous look. “Somehow they did because I have over two thousand friend requests and counting.”
Checking my phone, I realize that I have a lot of friend requests and private messages from strangers too.
“Relax, Artemis,” I say, trying to calm him down. “It’s a nuisance, but look on the bright side, free publicity for the Hidalgo Company.”
Artemis gives us one last glare before going to lie on his chair. He still doesn’t look happy, but, well, happy has never been his strong suit either.
“Did you read the comments?” Apolo asks, absorbed by his cell phone. Filled with curiosity, I open the post and start scrolling. I have to stop because the comments are getting dirtier and dirtier. Wow, it’s amazing what people can say without even knowing us.
I feel myself being stared at, so I look up and meet a pair of very pretty gray eyes across the pool. A black-haired girl and her blond friend have just stepped into the water on the other side. It’s not the first time I’ve seen them since we arrived at the resort two weeks ago. Apolo follows my gaze.
“The girl who chases you, huh?”
“She doesn’t chase me.”
“You know it’s true, even I’ve noticed it.” Apolo takes a look at her. “She’s very exotic, your type.”
I run my hand through my hair. My type? Yes, he’s right, that used to be my type: girls with dark hair and light eyes. But somehow, I ended up falling in love with a girl who has neither of those things. How ironic is life?
“I don’t have a type anymore. There’s only her.”
Apolo gives me a big smile.
“I’m proud of you.”
“And I’m proud of you, my brother who is no longer a virgin,” I tease.
“Don’t start.”
“Ah, come on, it’s normal to be curious.Myfirst time was a disaster.”
“Liar.”
“I swear, it took me like five minutes to put on the condom,” I say.
Apolo grimaces in discomfort.
“Too much information, Ares.”
“Always remember to wear protection.”
“Ares!”
“What?” I ask innocently.
At that moment my mother walks over. I expect her to say that it’s time to eat as a family, but she stands with her mouth open, checking something on her phone.
“We are a trending topic on Twitter,” she says.
Artemis throws his head back, grunting. He turns in his chair.
“Don’t tell me this is about the photo,” he groans. My mother shows us her phone.
“Look, the hashtag Hidalgo is in the top ten.”
Social networks will never cease to amaze me.
“Which photo?” Claudia asks, furrowing her brows.
