Shifting my weight onto my right foot, I take a sip of my coffee as I glance towards the exit. I just want to get as far away from this man as fast as I can, before I can’t resist the urge to knee him in the balls any longer.
“Yeah. Our landlord was letting us lease month to month since we’ve been there two years, so thankfully he let us move. We are in need of a change of scenery. We’re both sick of the L.A. smog and the nonstop drama that comes with living here. So we’re moving into the beach house in Galveston.”
Logan’s face quickly goes from confused to angry. Crossing his arms against his chest, he lowers his voice and glares down at me.
“What a coincidence she decided to move to a town just outside Houston, where that Kayden Knox guy lives. I saw the photos of them after the Envy party. I’m guessing this has a lot to do with that guy, and not just needing a change of scenery.”
This is the last place I want to be having this conversation. Nervously shifting my purse on my shoulder, I eye the people around us, praying no one is giving Logan any attention. He is seriously the worst fame whore of all time.
I glare straight back up at him. “You lost the right to know anything about Savannah the day you decided it was okay to bang any whore who walked into your office. Kayden is a hundred times the man you ever were, and a stallion in the sack…” Spinning on my heels, I take a long sip from my coffee before flashing him a mega-watt smile. “Have a nice life, Logan.” The sarcasm in my voice is evident, and I can’t help but giggle at the look of fury on his face.
I just lost five minutes of my life I’ll never get back, but the look on Logan’s face when I told him about Kayden was so worth it. I’m glad I won’t have to run into his sorry ass every damn day now.
I now understand why Savannah wants to get the fuck out of this cesspool they call Hollywood.
My parents are out to dinner with some friends, so I have the entire house to myself–and am taking full advantage of it. I’m soaking in the hot tub, enjoying a nice bottle of white wine while jamming out to my future husband, Jared Leto, and his band, 30 Seconds To Mars.
The. Best. Band. Ever.
Savannah picks on me every time I tell her I can’t settle down because I’m saving myself for him–but hey, it could happen. With my head leaning back, and my eyes closed, I’m getting lost in Jared’s amazing voice as he sings Hurricane, when the song is cut off because I’m getting a call.
Sitting up and splashing water everywhere, I set my wine glass down and grab my phone. Looking at the screen, I see Reagan’s gorgeous face smiling back at me. I answer and immediately put him on speaker phone.
Soaking back into the water, I relish in the sensation of the jets on my back as I cheerfully answer in my best valley girl voice, “Reagan! What’s up, love?”
“Hey! Nothing much. You busy?”
“Nope, just chillin’ in the hot tub.”
I hear Reagan speak to someone before I hear a car door slam and an engine roar to life. He must be just getting out of work.
“Sorry about that, just leaving the office. Well, I have some juicy deets for you and knew you’d want to be the first to know. Believe me, it’s pretty fucking juicy!”
Instantly, my interest is piqued. Sitting up, I climb onto my knees and kneel on the seat. Hovering close to my phone over the edge of the hot tub, I grab my towel and dry my hands and face.
“Ohh, I’m all ears. Do tell.”
Reagan lets out a low, husky chuckle before speaking again, “You sure do love your gossip. Well, let’s just say Savannah found a surprise visitor on her doorstep this afternoon, and you’ll never believe who it was.”
He had me at ‘gossip’, but now I’m all in with ‘surprise visitor’.
“You’re killing me, Reagan! Who the hell visited Savannah today?”
“Logan,” is all he says before bursting out laughing.
He’s laughing so hard into the phone and trying to continue, but he can’t get his words out. They just sound like gibberish to me.
All I keep hearing is Logan’s name.
What the hell?!
Logan flew to Texas? I just saw him earlier today.
Oh. Shit.
“Reagan!” I shout into the phone. I’m now going into full-on freak-the-hell-out mode. “Pull yourself together and tell me what the fuck happened!”
I hear his laughter start to taper off as he gasps for air. “Sorry…sorry. It’s just…I can’t believe it, and thinking about it again hit me all at once. I couldn’t control myself.”
Letting out a loud sigh, I grab my phone and climb out of the hot tub. Wrapping a towel around my body, I pad across the stone patio and plop down on an outdoor lounge.