Page 182 of Torrid Passion
We all laugh.
Loki is in London. He flew out four days ago with Rod. Holt is introducing them to a bunch of British indie labels looking to pique the interest of potential American record label partners. He’ll be back on Sunday. Yay!
Although I miss him, it’s not a bad thing he’s away. In the nearly two months since I bumped into him, it’s either been working at Red Carpet Ready or spending time with him. I’m not complaining, but in his absence, I had to find a way to fill my evenings. My move back to LA has been quite eventful, so I haven’t sat behind my laptop to keep plugging away at a few scripts I started when I was still living in the Big Apple. After going over what I had done so far, I decided to focus on a promising one. I don’t know how long it’s going to take me, but I’m determined to see it through.
Dad is pleased I’m focusing on my career goals. Mom is also thrilled.
They’re also really excited about Loki and I. Dad revealed that secretly, he had hoped we’d end up together because he knows Loki is an upstanding guy. He didn’t want an idiot to take advantage of me and he knows with Loki, it would never happen. His parents are equally excited about the news. Jordana said she couldn’t think of a better match for her son. Hugh echoed the sentiment. I was a little concerned about my video call with Harlow, but it turns out it was completely unfounded. My best friend is delighted for us. Same for the rest of my family and Loki’s. In other words, the past two weeks since Loki and I made it official, have been crazy. And surreal. And amazing.
“Okay, let me run out to Stella’s Range Rover and grab more stuff,” I say.
My phone vibrates.
Hoping it’s Loki, I pull it out of my back pocket.
Unknown number.
I’m about to ignore it, but I catch a glimpse of a few disconcerting words. I unlock my phone to read the full message.
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Interesting… Hollywood’s princess has a depraved side. You and your dirty nefarious-self.
Huh?
Kinky Kyla.
What the hell?
I wonder if the world knows… I wonder if the world would want to know… I wonder if I should tell the world…
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Who is this?
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You’ll find out soon enough.
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How did you get my number?
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I have my ways.
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What the hell do you want?
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All in good time, Kinky Kyla. What I know is worth a lot. We’re talking about millions of dollars. It’s a question of finding the highest bidder… unless I decide to cut a deal with you.
Panic strikes.
What does this person know?
