Page 125 of Wishing for La Luna
I go into my office and close the door. I pull out my work phone and dial.
“Hey, Luna,” Thierry starts.
“No pleasantries. What happened now? And please give me the abbreviated version.”
“Someone’s in a mood,” he says, adding, “I was hanging out with these two girls, and someone at the club took photos and videos. Somehow it was taken in the hallway of the hotel.”
“Somehow?” I ask, not understanding how he can be so cynical. “You didn’t see people walking behind you and recording you in a hotel hallway?”
“I was busy.”
Yeah, with each handful of ass.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There’s no way we can say you and Adina were on a break, is it?”
“Not really. We just got back together.” And there is no emotion in his voice.
“Why are you doing this to her?” I blurt out and then course correct. “You know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know, and I don’t care.”
“You guys used to be tight.” It’s as if he doesn’t remember why we’re no longer friends.
“It doesn’t matter. How about something like this: Thierry is focused on his career and personal growth while rebuilding his relationship with Adina. It’s a one-step-at-a-time process, and his personal life is not up for discussion at this time.”
“I like that,” he says.
“I’ll run it by Victor and send it out. Route any communications my way. Do not try to answer them on your own. And please try to stay away from messy situations.”
I send the email to Victor, who responds with a thumbs-up right away. I answer the emails from media outlets and hop on a couple of interviews. I’m home by three in the afternoon, sorting out our to-do list forEnlaceso I can email Sel and set out our calendar for the next month. The new shipment for Morena & Miel arrived. Baggy athleisure jumpsuits that are so soft. We have a meeting to discuss them and the other new pieces this week.
I miss Sel so much. We’ve never been apart this long. This tour will be on for much longer, and I can’t wait for her to come back to town.
Something else fucking Rio took from me.
As if summoned, a text comes through from her.
Sel
Girl, this shit is a trip. I think you made him impotent.
Me
What?
I begin to sort through the items.
Sel
K is trying to be all over him. He’s ignoring her.
I push my phone away. As much as I love my cousin, I don’t want to hear about him. It’s enough that I see him on my TV, my feeds, everywhere…including every corner of this house. I need a break from Rio.
“Because FUCK him.” My words bounce off the wall as my chest heaves.
Damn, maybe I need a nap. I’m tired and in a funky mood. I lie in my bed. There’s a funny feeling in my stomach, and if I get sick, I’m going to murder Hank, that fucking germ-ridden asshole.
I wake up disoriented, with my stomach feeling like an oven, hot and simmering. I grab my phone from the pillow. It’s two in the morning, and I have a bunch of messages and missed calls.
Sel
