“Wow,” Scarlet mutters for the third time. I think we’ve broken her.
“Scarlet, I’m so sorry,” I tell her, trying to hold back a smile.
“It was a Tuesday yesterday,” she says, staring at the table. She lifts her eyes to me and raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow “Who does anal on a Tuesday?”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Megan roars as she and Lucy bend over in the seat, laughing.
I bite my lip, unsure as to what I should say to the poor girl in front of me.
“Anal Tuesdays for the win!” Megan heaves out between her hysterics.
“We are not making this a thing. Both of you stop.” I point at them.
“You already did, don’t blame us. Anal Tuesdays is a thing, and it’s all yours. Own it.” Megan chuckles, raising her coffee cup.
My mortification only rises when Scarlet lifts her cup to the girls.
“To Anal Tuesdays.” She shrugs.
Fuck my life.
I leave my immature friends at the coffee shop. They are corrupting Mason’s poor sister, and I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it.
She just fits with them.
Us.
I could do with Vinny today, and it’s odd not having him waiting for me. I have a one on one at two, and it’s already quarter to. I weave through the busy streets fast walking and dodging passersby to try and get myself there on time. Rounding the corner to the studio, I spot a commotion at the entrance. I stop on the corner, taking in the scene, but the second Logan’s fist rears back, I am catapulting myself towards him on autopilot.
“Logan!” I shout.
He stills, turning to face me. “Fucking hell, Nina! Where have you been? I’ve been calling all morning!”
I frown, then remember that I put my phone on silent when I was in the registration office. “Sorry, I was in a meeting. What’s going on?” I frown as I notice the suit that is currently sticking a SOLD sign in the gym window.
“Umm, what the hell are you doing?” I grab his sleeve, and he shoves me off unamused.
“If one more person touches me, I’m calling the police,” he warns, his face red with anger.
I can tell Logan has given him just about as much as he can take.
I step back with my hands up. “Okay. This is my studio, and it’s not for sale. There must be some kind of mistake.”
“Then go fix it!” he spits, turning and stomping off down the road towards his car
I turn to Logan, shaking my head in utter shock. “What the fuck?”
“I have no idea; they turned up an hour ago demanding I left the premises.”
“I will call Erin, it’ll be a misunderstanding.”
It has to be.
I go to push through the door, but it’s locked, so I open my bag in search of my keys, only Logan stops me with a hand on my arm.
“They changed them, Nina. The locks. I tried to stop them, but he had all these documents. I didn’t know what else to do.”
I stare at the door, completely at a loss.
