Santa Ana, Adair’s sixth studio album, releases in a month and after two years without a new album, fans are feral to know how the star really feels about her relationship and subsequent split from the Domestic Noir Plot drummer Ansel Daily. If her tryst with NFL’s most eligible bachelor is anything to read into, Adair is definitely ready to move on.
The quarterback split from his model girlfriend, Ashley Tibbey, in January of this year. The pair were together for just over six months. More recently, Curran made waves in June when he released a statement on his Instagram account, coming out as bisexual. He was met with resounding support from the Portland Pathfinders and the NFL, both of whom matched his generous donation to The Trevor Project.
Curran, known as much for his fearless fashion statements as his brazen moves on the field, rocked a bright pink-and-purple-patterned silk Gucci button-up with white, double pleated AMIRI trousers. Heflexed his sneaker game in a highly coveted pair of SB Dunk Low x Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Dunky. As a note,Notoriety Magazinemay collect a share of sales from the links on this page.
Time to place your bets on whether we’ll be seeing our favorite pop star at a Pathfinders game!
At the time of publication, reps for Adair and Curran did not respond toNotoriety Magazine’s request for comment.
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This was a nightmare.
Any second now, Poppy was going to wake up in a cold sweat and this wholefiascowas going to have been nothing more than a bad dream, stress disrupting her sleep. Any second now. Any second...
“Fuck.”
She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, a negative image of the photo she’d spent the better part of the last five minutes staring at in horror appearing behind her lids. This? This was bad,sobad. The only way this could get any worse would be if—
Her phone rang.
Poppy whimpered against the skin of her wrist, pulse pounding against her lips. She peeled her eyes open. Just as she’d feared, Rosaline’s contact lit up her screen and not even the vocal stylings of Carly Rae Jepsen could calm her nerves. She was going to die. Rosaline Sinclair was going to charter a private plane and fly to Portland to personally see to it that Poppy’s head rolled.
“Hi, Rosaline.”
“Poppy,” Rosaline greeted calmly.Toocalmly. “How are you this morning?”
Poppy gulped. “I’ve, uh, been better.”
Rosaline tutted. “I’m sorry to hear that. Though, I suppose Iwouldn’t be having a very good day ifNotoriety Magazinecalledmean unknown woman, either.”
Poppy winced. “You saw it.”
“I saw it,” Rosaline confirmed her fears. “What I want to know is how it happened.”
How the hell was she supposed to know? “I’m guessing we were followed?”
“You’re guessing?” Rosaline huffed. “Do you get paid for guesswork, Peterson? Must be nice.”
Poppy sucked in a sharp breath and gripped her knees, nails biting into her bare skin, the sting grounding her, keeping her from apologizing for something she hadn’t done. “No, of course not. But—”
“Maybe I should call you Jessica Fletcher considering your penchant for amateur sleuthing.”
She said it like that was an insult, but Poppy would behonoredto be compared to the best detective produced by network TV. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to tell me who Curran told so I can figure out who else I need to put the fear of God into today.”
“No one.” She rose from her bed on wobbling legs and made her way to the door so she could find Cash. “He didn’t tell anyone.”
He’d signed an NDA. They both had. Even if he hadn’t, he knew what was at stake here.
“Not a teammate or a trainer?” Rosaline pressed. “A family member, maybe? Someone looking to make a quick buck?”
The fuck? That was just—no.“Absolutely not.”
“Are you sure?”
Kissing and telling had never been Cash’s style,especiallynot when he really liked someone the way he clearly liked Lyric,hearts practically appearing in his eyes each time he talked about her. But was it outside the realm of possibility that Cash, in all his excitement, had accidentally let something slip?
