Chapter Fifteen
Mya
“Girl, tell me everything.” Lex says and pops the cork on a bottle of wine. I hate wine, she brought that for her. I reach into my fridge realizing I don’t have beer because I don’t live here.
“You gotta share. I moved out and have nothing in here for me.” I cry and feel foolish for the tears.
Lex listens as I explain everything. I feel like I have broken a trust between Sam and I by telling her what’s going on with him, but I need someone to help me see if there is another side.
And that’s what besties are for right? She will keep the secret I know that.
“Well fuck me babes. I get why he feels like he’s cursed. Sully has had a rough go of it for sure. Have you suggested therapy?” Lex asks as she drinks from the bottle. I had one swallow of the wine and hated it.
“I want to but after his reaction tonight I feel like it’s too much at once.”
“He has a lot to process for sure, but don’t lose sight of what he fears. He loves you My. You are the center of his universe and if God forbid, I went through anything like he did I sure as fuck would be paranoid too. Unhealthy or not.”
I know she is right, and it makes me feel so much worse. My phone goes off and I pray it is Sam texting me.
Noah: Hey sweets. I know you fought with Sull. He’s at the PIT says he’s crashing there tonight.
Noah: In case you wanted to know.
I read both messages as they come through and smile. Noah knew I would go. I can’t stand that we fought and was cooled down before I even made it to my apartment. I had called Lex on my way there and she was waiting with the wine and a shoulder to cry on.
“That him?” She asks.
“No, Noah.” I hand her the phone and let her read the messages.
She looks at me with a knowing smile. “Want a ride?”
I laugh and shake my head no. “I’ll drive. You need a ride though.”
She shrugs and drinks more wine. “I’ll call an Uber.” She hiccups and I laugh.
“No. Cal would skin me alive. You are too famous for Uber. Come on, I’ll drive you.”
Mya
I drop Lex off at her house, a decent sized pad for her sudden fame. “She is wasted so make sure she gets inside safe. “ I tell Paulo, the guy who does her home security and mans the electric gate at the front.
“Si, I will take care of her.” He says and helps get her from the car.
“Have a goodnight Miss Dorian.” He says as he guides a drunk Lex into the safety of her home.
I wait longer than usual for Paulo to come back to the gate so I can leave, and I use that time to think about how I fix this shit with Sam. I know we aren’t over or anything like that, but as a couple committed to one another, this was our first big fight.
I look at the clock it’s a quarter passed three and I just want to get to my man. I need to tell him I am sorry and that I will support whatever he needs while he struggles with this irrational fear.
I get out of the car and look in the guard shack where I see the button for the gate. I press it and watch as it swings open slowly. There are two paparazzi in the street that weren’t there before I arrived. I look at them as I wait for the gate to fully open. “Sorry guys, no luck. I’m a nobody.” I say and chuckle to myself as they bitch that I’m not Lex.
The gate stalls and I don’t know what it has jammed. I walk to where the gears are and shine the flashlight on my phone toward it. I don’t see anything that looks alarming, but I am not an engineer either. I try to pull the gate toward me and hear it grind, yet it doesn’t budge.
Annoyed that this is my luck I pull harder. “Come…on…you…son-of-a-bitch.” I grunt and keep pulling. “Miss Dorian?” Paulo calls to me and shines his flashlight.
“Yeah sorry Paulo. I knew you were busy and didn’t want to disturb you.” I yell back. I decide my fucking with the gate isn’t helping and wipe my now greasy hands on my black hoodie.
“Is it stuck?” He asks and comes to look in the same spot as me.
