Page 128 of Wishing for La Luna
I stare at my texts back to Luna and no longer feel the anger I did once the concert was over and I checked my phone. I was livid last night, texting like a fuckinglocoand so pissed I skipped the after-party to come back to the hotel. I called her, and she didn’t pick up, just like she hasn’t bothered to answer.
Nothing pisses me off more than being ready for the fight, only to be ignored.
I’m embarrassed too. I shouldn’t be denying shit. She broke up with me, used me as a sex toy for a night, and told me to get the fuck out.
Easy, Riomar. You’re warping the memories.
I blow out a mouthful of air as Tito comes out of his bedroom to sit in the suite’s living room. The suite has three bedrooms. He occupies one with Sel. I have the other, and there’s an extra one with two beds for my barber and my assistant.
“So?” Tito asks, dropping himself on the couch. “What’s up?”
“Where’s Sel?” I look in the direction of their room. I don’t talk about Luna when she’s around.
“Went for a walk to talk to her mom and to see if she can finally get a hold of Luna.” He chuckles. “I think she low-key hates you for last night.”
I roll my eyes. “She and herloca-ass cousin.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “What happened?”
“She blew up my phone, blasting me for the performance with Katya.”
Tito purses his lips. “You had to know that was coming. It looked pretty intense…she looked readypara dartelo ahí mismo,and you looked ready to take it.”
And that’s what pissed me off the most.I almost moved on. “At one point, I was.”
“But?” he asks.
I shake my head, not ready to tell him or anyone how I was feeling Katya one second, and the next, she triggered a memory of that video Luna sent me dancing to my music, hips rolling, hair wild. Then Katya smiled back at me, and my fucking dick died.
“Luna got me fucking crazy. Katya has an insane body, and she’s so laidback and sweet.”
“She looks like she would be down for whatever you want too,” Tito says.
I shrug. Because yeah, she is. She’s insinuated it many times. But it’s not going to happen while I am still so hooked.
Even the fucking song we have together is about Luna. I wrote those lyrics for her.
“But she’s not the one you want.”
And it galls the fuck out of me. “The one I want?—”
The front door beeps and then opens as Sel walks in with several bags in hand. She nods at us but keeps talking on the phone. “Yeah, I bought you the Portuguese rose water, Ma.” She looks down at her phone. “I gotta go, Luna’s finally calling me back. We have to talk business.”
Her name stirs anger in my chest. She can call Sel back but leaves me on read. I don’t need her insanity anyway.
“Hey, babe. Oh no,” Sel coos. “You’re still not feeling good. Fucking Hank gave you the Norovirus. How did you get noodles all over your floor?”
“Heeey, Luna,” Tito yells, smiling at me. “We miss you.”
I flip him off, which makes him laugh.
“Hold on,” Sel says, taking out her AirPods. “Tell him now.”
“Love you, Tito.” Her voice is soft and a little hoarse.
“Feel better,Prima.”
I want to punch the smile out of his face.
