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“Have you visited the Hollywood sign yet?” Liv asked over the phone. It was so nice to hear a friendly voice.
“Not yet. I’ve been busy trying to settle in my job here.”
“How is Mr. Heater?”
“He’s still a dickhead, but I’m learning to handle him.” Mr. Heater—that really was a good name for him. Alex either ran hot or cold most of the time. There was no middle ground with him.
“You’re going to have the time of your life, Nat. I can feel it in my bones. Maybe you’ll meet someone out there and finally move on from David.”
“I’ll be too busy working to do that. How’s my apartment?”
“Good. I’m thinking about taking up your offer about living there while you’re in LA. My place is a dive compared to yours.”
“It’s there if you want it.” As I was gazing out of the office patio doors, Alex stepped into view. Of course, four bimbos surrounded him in their bikinis, and they were all throwing themselves at him.Oh, please! Like Mr. Ego needs any more attention.“What a whore,” I muttered, watching him grab one of the blondes and almost mount her.
“Who? Me?” Liv asked, confused. Shit. I forgot I was on the phone.
“No. My boss is by the pool trying to dry hump a woman. It’s disgusting.”
“You’ve gotta love LA. I’ve heard that’s typical behavior there,” she snorted.
“I hope not. I didn’t come here to watch live soft porn.”
“You crack me up, Nat! I miss you so much!”
“I miss you, too,” I sighed, still feeling homesick. I was so isolated out here. I hadn’t really made friends with anyone yet, and I was pretty sure my boss hated me.
“Okay, I better get ready for work. I hate this damn time difference.”
“Tell me about it. My body’s internal clock hasn’t caught up yet, and it’s been almost a week.”
“You’ll call me next week, right?”
“Of course. Speak to you then.” We both hung up after that.
Needing a drink after Liv’s call, I got up. I knew I’d have to walk past Alex and his bimbos on my way to the kitchen. As tempted as I was, it would have been wrong to call Mary and ask her to bring me a drink. That was something Alex would do, not me.
Stepping out into the sunshine, my mouth fell to the ground at the sight that greeted me. Alex was snorting a line of coke off one of the women's stomachs, using a rolled up dollar bill. Did he have no morals? Couldn’t he do that shit in private? My heart slumped a little. Ten years ago, this man had the world at his feet. What happened?
“Straight Lace!” he called when he looked up and spotted me. “Come and join the fun!” He sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. It wasn’t attractive in the slightest.
“No, thanks. I think I’d have morefunon my own.” I heard the bimbos ask who I was as I rushed past them. When I got to the kitchen, Diego sat at the breakfast bar eating an apple.
“Do you always wear your hair up?” he blurted out. What? His hair was up in a high ponytail. The style wasn’t too different from mine today, except his was neater.
“Yes, when I’m working. I don’t like my hair in my face. I put it up in different styles, though,” I frowned. “Why are you asking?”
“It looks like you have a natural wave. I get sick of styling Alex’s all the time. If you ever want a new style, just ask.”
“Thanks.” Our attention was drawn toward the window at the sound of screams, laughter, and splashes. Alex was throwing all his little bimbos into the pool, one after the other.
“He sure likes to show off,” I mused, pouring myself some water.
“It’s a macho thing. Alex needs to feel loved and adored. He lives off it.”
“I don’t know who I feel more sorry for—the women out there or Alex.”
“He’s not a bad person, Nat. He’s adored by millions of women all over the world. He is who he is. The fame made him this way.”
