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“You listening to me?!” Mickey yelps, nearly blowing out my eardrum.
“Christ, Mick, what –”
“You fucking got married?!”
I stare at the ceiling. “What?”
“There are pictures coming out of whatever bumfuck town you’re in,” Mickey says. “I’ve been able to head a few off at the pass, but some news outlets have already started publishing stuff. And God, the fucking TikToks.”
“TikToks?”
Mickey sighs. “Of you and some woman shopping? At a jewelry counter? In a mall??? For fuck’s sake, Rex, you can at least get the woman a nice ring, not any of that every ‘kiss begins with Kay’ shit.”
I sit up. “I don’t…” I rub my face. “Aw, fuck.”
“Yeah, stop playing dumb. There’s photo evidence. People have been on high alert since your accident. Do you have amnesia or something? You do remember you’re in the public eye, right?”
Not amnesia. But horniness does make you stupider. “Yeah, of course I do…” I want to turn into a billion grains of sand and disappear. “What are the pictures of?”
“You were at a fucking diner? With this woman and her family? Her kid? Please tell me you’re not a stepdad.”
“I’m not,” I say. Not a lie, technically.
“So, you were buying toys at Walmart just because?”
I laugh dryly. “Can’t a man shop at Walmart just because?”
“You’re not a man. You’re fucking Rex Redford.”
I take a few breaths. “So, what’s the media saying?”
“Uh, well the fangirls are flipping out that you’re married.”
“I’m not… I mean…”
Mickey moans. “If the reason I die is you giving me a heart attack with all your stunts, I’m going to be pissed.”
“Well, you’ll be dead, so you won’t have to worry about that,” I offer.
“Not the point,” my manager says through gritted teeth.
Isabella emerges from the bathroom, worry creasing her face. “Everything okay?” she whispers.
I tuck my tongue between my teeth and nod.
“And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. We’ve managed to pay off some of the photogs, but with social media, there’s no telling what will happen. Which is why I need you back in LA stat to do some damage control. Appearances, interviews, not to mention, rehearsals start Monday and you’re still in Octopus’ Garden!”
“Ocotillo Valley,” I correct.
Mickey doesn’t respond for a while. “God, she’s got you snowed, huh?”
Isabella crawls back into bed, perching next to me. My eyes fall to her breasts, heavy and desperate for a mouth on them.
“Gotta go, Mick.”
I hang up before I can hear his next complaint, tossing the phone aside, and delving into Isabella’s cleavage.
“Rex!” she screams out.
