With a shake of my head, I picked up the pregnancy test.
“Hold it.”
I lifted her left hand and shoved the stick between her fingers.
“Wh–”
“Shut the fuck up. I gave you two chances to talk. You don’t get a third one.”
I lifted her arm, placing the pregnancy test next to her face.
“Smile for the camera.”
I long-pressed the camera button. When her face appeared on my screen, I snapped a picture.
And then another one.
And then another one.
“Smile, bitch.”
She forged a smile for the camera.
I snapped again.
And again.
And again.
“Now, this will look incredible on the front page.”
I removed the test from her hands and placed it on the counter. I took more pictures, sure to capture her lousy bathroom decorations.
“I thought we had something,” Asia admitted, beckoning for my attention. “Him and I. We were good when we were together. Fun.”
“Nobody ever told you, love? Fun girls are usually good for– well, fun. There’s no fun in forever. There’s hardships, compromising, consideration, ups, downs, shifts, and a plethora of changes. Occasional fun that doesn’t last too long or happen too often.”
“It was enough for him.”
“Is it air up there? Is that what it is? You’re willing to deceive the public because you wa–”
“It wasn’t about me.”
My brows furrowed. My eyelids pulled closer together. I shoved my phone into the side of my leggings. Asia took a step backward every time I took a step forward. Everything was beginning to make sense.
She ran out of room for movement. The door halted her steps.
“How much?”
“What?”
“How much?”
“How much what?”
“How much did Daniels pay you?”
“Dan– Daniels–”
