Page 165 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
By some blessing, I manage to make it to my car and get in. They’re reluctant to move out of my way but finally give in to my persistence.
When I’m out of the lot, I breathe a sigh of relief. That was a massive bullet I dodged. The last thing I need is my face sprayed across more gossip sites and social media.
I’m a few blocks away when a familiar Range Rover races toward me going way above the speed limit. I turn my head spotting Spencer’s profile, and he makes an incredibly illegal U-Turn to get behind me. My phone rings a moment later, his name filling the screen.
I answer and put it on speaker.
“What’s going on?” I ask, hating that the question comes out laced in panic. Normally I’m better at keeping a closer leash on my emotions, or so I’d like to think.
“Someone leaked your information.”
“What?” I blurt. “Who?”
“I don’t know,” he growls across the line. “But whoever it was, I’m going to kill them once I get my hands on them. If it was Jameson, so help me God?—”
“He wouldn’t do this,” I defend, and I truly believe that. “It’s more likely to be Lydia,” I spit out in anger.
“Lydia? Why would she do something like this?”
“Because she hates me,” I practically cry. “She never liked me, said I wasn’t good for your image, sheknewshit like this bothered me about you working in Hollywood. Do you really think she wouldn’t recognize me in those photos? Heck, you probably told her it was me.”
He’s silent on the other end and then he curses out, “Fuck!” and hangs up.
I drive with shaky breaths and a clinched fist all the way to my apartment. I text my mom to ask her to keep Roe for the night. If they have my job’s address, it’s only a matter of time before they show up here.
Spencer jogs to catch up with me. “I’m so fucking sorry this got out, Low.”
I might be more annoyed if I didn’t hear the true remorse in his voice.
“Did you talk to Lydia?” I ask, fumbling with my keys when we reach my door. He puts his hand over mine, carefully unfolding my fingers from the metal so he can take them from me and unlock the door himself.
“Yes.”
“And what did she say?”
He sighs and locks up behind us. Yanking off his baseball cap, he runs his fingers through his hair before slamming it back down on his head but backwards this time. “She denied it, of course, but I kept pressing and she admitted to leaking it.”
“Fuck her,” I snap, slamming my phone down on the counter.
“I fired her.”
I swing around in surprise. “Just like that?”
“She messed with you. That’s all I needed to know.”
I frown. Realization hits me that I’ve harbored resentment toward him for not firing her in the past, but truth be told, I don’t think I ever told him the things she said to me. I told him I got weird vibes from her, hoping he’d take it from there, but I didn’t want to sound like a whiny girlfriend who couldn’t handle her boyfriend’s growing fame.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“You’re welcome.” He leans his back against the door and my phone buzzes.
I pick it up, relieved when my mom says they’ll keep Roe.
“Roe will stay with my parents tonight. I won’t be surprised if the paparazzi don’t end up here soon.”
Especially with him firing Lydia. She’s the vindictive type.
His jaw twitches in barely concealed anger. “This is what you were always afraid of,” he chokes out. “And I’ve brought it right to your doorstep.”
