They spent the night dancing and laughing amongst guests.
More pictures accompany the statement of the two of us dancing. Others of us standing with the Amato’s and West’s are also there, pictures we took later into the evening. Later when we both had a few drinks in us and were feeling much more relaxed. His hand is around mywaist and the six of us look like happy couples enjoying the night. She goes on to say;
The late night turned into a Saturday morning workout and breakfast for the pair. Or as Miguel may say“Coffee in the morning”.
The photos are never ending because shots of us in the gym, him hovering over me as I lifted weights, and walking to the diner where we had breakfast are embedded into the article. How the hell did someone get a picture of us in the gym?
But the fun didn’t stop there, tea drinkers. The pair had a fun night out, sipping margaritas with Loving’s teammate, Chase Kennedy, and an unidentified woman. Fast forward to witnesses seeing Loving escorting San Ramón up to her condo in downtown Houston and later emerging, and you have a budding romance with a tamed womanizer.
Stay tuned for all the latest on these two. We think things are going to be muy caliente.
“Oh dear god.” My heart sinks into my gurgling stomach and I hope that it melts into the acid and takes me with it.
“Right? Unidentified woman. They couldn’t even take the time to find out who I am. It’s a little rude if you ask me.” Lucy sprinkles in vegetables to the egg mixture and flips it over, making a fluffy omelet.
“Can we not be concerned over the lack of your name on a gossip site, and turn the attention to the fact that the media is painting him and I as a couple? Jesus, Luce. I’m supposed to be cleaning up his reputation before the season starts, and now I’m part of the problem. Oh god…Monty.”
Dread floods as I realize there is no chance that Monty hasn’t seen this article. This is big news in Houston,and I am 99.99% certain he has already seen it. He’s watching Nico like an alligator eyeing his prey.
A plate slides in front of me as Lucy takes a seat beside me. “Oh yeah. I forgot about that.”
Her fork stabs at the pillowy omelet and she shovels a heaping amount into her mouth. I feel sicker now than when I woke up this morning. Eating is the last thing I want to be doing right now. I should be packing my bags and high tailing it back to California.
“I’ve got to get on top of this and call him. He’s going to be so angry, and then there goes my career. He’ll surely tell everyone he knows that I’m a hussy who seduced his young and rich player. And Nico! I doubt he wants his name attached to mine.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Lucy mumbles, little bits of egg flying out of her mouth. “He’ll probably be as happy as a pig in shit. Not that you’re shit. Or a pig! Just…you know. It’s a saying.”
“I’ll be right back. I need to make a phone call.” I jump from my chair and run to my bedroom where I hope my phone is.
“Don’t let this omelet get cold. You’re going to need some food in your stomach to throw up later. Bile burns.”
I rush around my room, looking for my phone, but it’s nowhere in sight. I spot my purse on my dresser and open it, finding it still tucked inside.
The screen shows that the battery life is red and I plug it into the charger. It lights up and notifications flood the screen. But the one that makes me want to change my name is the one from Monty himself.
Monty: I’d like to see you two in my office at eleven. Don’t be late.
I see that the text is not only to me, but Nico as well. And he’s already responded.
Pain in my ass: Yes sir.
I quickly add to that and fall back on my bed.
Lucy’s right. I’m definitely going to be throwing up later. Right after Monty fires me.
11
NICO
Saint: Well well. What do we have here? Looks like lover boy is a big fat liar. >
Diva: The spicy Latina. Ooo. Lover boy likes them hot.
Me: It’s not what you think. The article has it all wrong. She's my PR. That’s all.
Diva: Oh yeah? So you conduct business at her place at one in the morning? I need to get me a PR like that.
Saint: She must be hard at work.
