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Fuck.
By the looks of it, he’s around my age. His eyes are bloodshot, heavily breathing as he jabs his finger into my chest. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” the man yells in my face, his cheeks beet red.
“Dude, I don’t…”
“Canceling on all of your fans, only for you to walk around here like nothing’s happened. Fuck you!”
He goes in for another jab, this one directed at my face, but thankfully security grabs him before he can do it and starts pulling his kicking and screaming body away.
“You okay, Mr. Black?” one of the guards asks.
“I—” I run my fingers through my hair, letting my hand drop. “Yeah, thanks for helping us.”
The guy just nods before joining his colleagues, and I turn toward Penelope. “Are you okay?” I take her in. Her blue eyes are wide, cheeks pale, but otherwise, she seems to be alright.
In the distance, I can hear the paparazzi taking photos. Just what I needed, more media attention.
“Me? He attacked you.”
“Just a few jabs, I’m fine.” Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I text the limo driver. “Our ride should be here soon.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I raise our joined hands and press my mouth against her knuckles. “I’m fine. I just want to get us out of here as soon as possible.”
“Do you think this is connected to what happened last night?”
Penelope’s question reminds me of my earlier conversation with Brianna. “I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. Still, I pull out my phone and text Brianna what happened.
Her reply is immediate.
Brianna:
Looking into it.
“Bri will take care of it,” I say just as the black limo pulls up to the curb. Reporters are still trying to get our attention, but I ignore them and open the door for Penelope, waiting for her to settle inside before I slide in next to her.
“Damn, that was harsh. Are they usually so noisy?”
“Even worse. It really depends on who’s the reporter and who they work for.”
Penelope’s hand lands on my thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’m sorry she upset you.”
“I knew there would be questions about what happened. Some days, I think it would be easier to just come clean and be done with it. Christian deserved better.”
“When you’re ready. You’ll tell them when you’re ready.”
Blurry snippets from that night flash in my mind, as vivid as ever. Shaking my head, I shove them to the back of my mind. I didn’t want the past to destroy all the fun I had today. In the studio, playing with Penelope, and then later at the awards.
“I don’t want to think about the past,” I whisper. “I want to be happy tonight.”
“Good, because you deserve to be happy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” Before I know what’s happening, Penelope’s straddling my lap. “And I know exactly how to do that.”
“You do?”
