Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(60)
Fuck them. My fans are normal people, and they will completely understand the Blaine situation once I post something short and sharp about it. Hell, I’ll probably see an increase in sales and ranking after I do so.
Grudgingly, I finally slide out of bed, and I’m pulling clothes on when there’s a knock at my door.
“Yeah?”
Sierra pokes her head in.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
She makes a sour face. “I heard about Blaine stopping by.”
I roll my eyes and she scrunches up her face. “What a douche.”
“Thank you.”
She laughs. “Mom and Dad just want to see the good in everyone, you know that. I think they just really wanted to believe Blaine was…I dunno.”
“Not a douche?”
She grins. “I was going to say ’the one’. I mean, he’s not, well, you know, he’s not-” she trails off, but I know what she’s not saying.
“He’s not Silas.”
She nods, looking at the floor for a second before looking up at me with a sly grin. “Uh, speaking of which. I heard you got in pretty late last night?”
“I plead the fifth.”
She gives me a look. “Care to elaborate?”
“You do know what pleading the fifth means, right?”
Sierra laughs. “Fine, keep your secrets, even though I totally know where you were and who with.”
“No you don’t.”
She smirks. “Silas Hart? The falls?”
My eyes go wide for second, totally betraying me, and she laughs. “Dude you’ve got grass in your hair, and a serious hickey on your neck.”
My jaw drops as I jerk my hand to my neck, only to see my little sister’s eyebrows shoot up mischievously.
“Well, I was kidding, but thanks for confirming that.”
“Bitch.”
She grins triumphantly, but then I decide to turn the tables on her.
“And what time did you get home last night?”
She blushes even though she tries to cover. “Oh, I stayed over.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhmm,” she says noncommittally, looking away.
“At your friend’s house, right?”
“Yep,” she says quickly before glancing back at me, her face still pink.
“You uh, you do actually have grass in your hair, by the way.”
“Ivy!”
Our mom’s voice calls from downstairs.
“Yeah?” I poke my head out of my room and glance down the staircase.
“There are, uh, there are some people here to see you?”
I groan.
Now what.
“Nope.” I shake my head furiously side-to-side. “No fucking way.”
My dad raises a sharp brow at my language from across the kitchen, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Ivy,” Lori sighs as she clasps her hands in front of her. “Ivy, this is damage control time.”
“I don’t care what it is, I’m not doing it.”
They can’t be serious.
“You and Blaine are a business, Ivy,” Lori says sharply. “To be perfectly blunt, you’re commodities.”
“Now you listen to me!” My dad suddenly growls, his face red and angry. I look at him and shake my head.
“Dad, I’ve got this.”
He’s mad. He’s mad like he rarely gets, but this time it’s actually making me smile.
Stella apparently impressed upon Blaine to leave after I did yesterday, before sitting my parents down and explaining the situation to them.
My dad was apparently ready to go after him with a golf club after that.
He looks at me here in the kitchen, his eyes darting menacingly to Lori and the two members of her PR team standing timidly in the doorway.
“Dad-” I smile wryly. “Let me handle this.”
I turn back to Lori, smiling plastically. “My fans will understand, Lori. I’m going to post about the breakup today with a little fun note about Blaine and his other girls, and we all know the fans are going to eat that up with a silver-”
“I’m just going to stop you right there, Ivy,” Lori says brusquely.
Lori is all business. All New York sharpness and polish in her steel-grey business suit and pumps, all of which seems unbelievably out of place here in my parents’ farmhouse-style kitchen.
“You’re both a business, Ivy. You understand that we manage Blaine as well, right?”
She raises a sharp brow, and my jaw drops.