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Yeah, there was definitely a growl in his tone.
“You have to go,” I whisper when he doesn’t move.
I’m not an expert or anything, but when one of the biggest directors in Hollywood says he needs to meet with you in the next five minutes, it’s not a good idea to keep him waiting.
Andreas brushes his lips against mine.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of anything. Not with me. Not ever.” He kisses me again, then takes a step back. “We’ll talk about this later.”
I don’t say anything as he leaves.
CHAPTER 23
Ivy
“I can’t believe you’ve finally moved out here!” A few days after that talk with Andreas in his trailer, I’m out with my two best friends at a sushi restaurant.
Ari has officially moved to Los Angeles.
“I know, right?!” Ari replies. “It was the last time I was out here that sealed the deal. I hadn’t realized how much I hated not living in the same city as you two anymore. To be honest, I was a little jealous,” she says, looking between Mya and me.
“Jealous?” I ask.
She nods. “You both were living out here without me. And all I had back home in North Carolina was a bum ass ex-boyfriend and parents who kept asking me when I was going to get arealjob.” She rolls her eyes.
“Never mind the fact that I was able to pay their mortgage off with my income from myfakejob.”
She laughs.
“Girl, you know your parents are old school as hell. Most people not in the industry still don’t understand how much some influencers or people with non-traditional jobs can make,” Mya says.
“Don’t I know it. They swear I’m going to be broke and homeless any day now.”
“Do they not know how much you have in investments?” I ask.
Ari rolls her eyes. “You think they understand investments outside of a pension or basic 401K?”
I smirk. She’s not only done well for herself through her YouTube channels, she’s also been wisely investing her money since her sophomore year of college. Which is how she was able to purchase a condo in L.A. in cash.
“At least you know they love you and just want the best for you,” I tell her, squeezing her hand. “We can’t all say that.”
I don’t mean to let that last part slip.
I’d told Mya and Ari about my mother’s visit the previous week, and the panic attack I had afterwards.
The table goes silent.
“Shit, now I’ve ruined the mood,” I curse. “What I meant was that I’m elated you’ve moved to L.A.,” I tell Ari, still holding her hand in mine. “And I know as traditional as your parents are, they do love you and are only speaking from what they know.”
Her face lights up. “Thank you, Vee.” She pulls me in for a hug, kissing my cheek.
“Oh, speaking of good news, I have more,” Mya adds.
“What’s up?” we ask in unison.
“That corny ass waste of space podcaster and YouTuber, Dennis James, got all of his accounts suspended and he’s being sued.”
A cold chill runs down my spine at the mention of his name.
