Forever Yours

Forty-Four

Juan's POV

I clear my throat uncomfortably, trying to scoot away from the woman that's decided she's sitting next to me on our ride back to my hotel after my show. "I'm married." I tell her as her hand moves itself onto my thigh.

It's our second night in Mexico City, and tonight we're taking a party bus from the venue to my hotel. My friends have a dozen girls with us as usual. I've never really minded them having girls around, but now that these women have heard that my marriage is falling apart, they feel comfortable making passes at me constantly.

"That's not what I heard." the girl whispers into my ear, her hand traveling higher up my thigh.

I jolt, quickly grabbing her hand before it can reach my belt. "Well I am. Back up." I spit out, placing her hand back on her lap firmly. She scoffs, standing up and making her way back to some of her friends that were anxiously waiting to see if their friend was going to be successful in seducing me.

It's been almost two months since Adrianna and I split up. Two months of hell. I miss her, I miss Santos, I miss our life. So much. The media makes it look like I'm already off and sleeping with any girl I can find, which is the furthest thing from the truth. Maybe someday in the future, that will be true, once I'm over being sad and have moved onto being angry and feeling the need to forget about her. But for now, I'm miserable and sad without my wife and son.

***

"Lighten up, Juan. Last night was fun, wasn't it?" asks Miguel, my manager. "Two sold out shows in Mexico City." he nudges me, smiling. "That's dope."

I grimace, taking a sip of my coffee. "Yeah, I guess." this mornings hangover is no joke. Since the separation, I'm not proud to admit that I've picked up drinking heavily. I used to drink occasionally while on tour, but now, I find myself getting wasted every night after a show. "I'm just thankful we don't have to fly anywhere until tomorrow." I groan, rubbing my temples.

"That bad, huh?" Miguel chuckles.

I nod, scoffing. "Awful."

We sit in silence for a few minutes, me trying to eat my breakfast and keep it down, him scrolling his through his phone. We're the only ones in my suite right now, everyone having gone back to their rooms last night after they were done partying. Miguel also has his own room, but came by to check on me this morning.

"Have you been on your phone this morning?" Miguel asks carefully, looking up at me slowly.

I shake my head, putting on my pair of sunglasses that's next to me on. Floor to ceiling windows are awesome when in any city except for when you're hungover and have a massive headache.  "No, why?" I say. "What's up?"

"This." he hands his phone over to me, his screen opened up to an article on TMZ.

My eyes immediately spot Adrianna's name in the article. "Supermodel Adrianna Acosta is seen out and partying for the first time since her split from husband Maluma. Is she ready to date again?" I focus my attention on the photos more than anything. She looks so beautiful and my heart aches to be with her again. Laila is pictured with her, not that I'm surprised to see her there. I kept over half of my security in LA with Adrianna and Santos, they all still report to me whenever any new movement goes on in the house. Laila arrived a few days ago, and although I'm not ecstatic that they're out clubbing, I'm happy Adrianna has a friend staying at the house with her. Elizabeth is there as well, seemingly having a good time. They all look great and like they're having the time of their lives. There's dozens of pictures to scroll through, some with men in them, some without.