Page 56 of Jace 4Ever
Nelson
Cary’s secretary motioned us back into her office. She looked up as soon as the door opened and smiled at me.
“Nelson! Fantastic! I’m so glad you’re here. We need to go over a few things and get your date booked into one of the boutiques on Rodeo. Let’s… Where is your date?”
I reached behind me and grabbed Jace’s wrist. “Cary, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Jace McIntire.”
To her credit, Cary didn’t flinch at all. In fact, she didn’t react at all. She just stared at me, then at Jace, then down at our linked hands. She looked back at me and blinked, once, twice.
“Well. I wasn’t expecting that. Since when?”
“Since I was thirteen and I’ve never hidden it.”
“But you’ve been with women…”
“I’m mildly bi. I heavily prefer men.”
“But you’ve been with women…”
“Yes, you just said that.”
She looked back and forth between Jace and me again. “You’re gay.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re coming out now.”
“Cary, I’ve been out. No one bothered to notice. I’ve never made this a secret.”
“You’ve never been with a man.”
“I have, actually,” I said. I blushed a second a later. “It was before you were my agent. I had just filmedNever.No one seemed to notice I had Fernando on my arm.”
“God, Nelson. This is a hell of a time to spring a boyfriend on me.”
“Cary—”
“No, Nelson, I don’t care that you’re gay. I don’t. It’s just that I’m swamped with everything leading up to the Oscars. You’re not my only client, and I’m trying to get everything organized. Now I’m going to have get a PR release ready for that night.”
I smirked. “Sorry my gay is bad timing.”
She threw a stress ball at me. I caught it and squeezed it a few times.
“Give it back, I need it more than ever!”
I placed it on her desk. “So, we need an appointment at de la Renta, for both of us.”
“I got it.” She nodded.
“And, Cary? I can write up the PR release for you. I don’t mind. If it will help you, all you’ll have to do is read and approve.”
“Would you, darling? That would be so helpful. I have two actresses pulling total diva shit on me right now and I just can’t deal.” She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Why do they always do this? They’re both pissed that Vera Wang can’t take them. There are so many goddamn designers, and they’re hung up on her designs.”
“Have Vera call them,” I said.
“Like I can pull Vera Wang out of my asshole.”
I pulled out my phone and scrolled down to her number, hitting dial. It rang once, then again.
