I've been doing not so good through the rest of the weekend. I'm so worried about Beau's black mail and the "exchange" he wants. Something's telling me I must end fooling around with Ryan but if only I'll find a way to get rid of THAT video, things will be fine and will be under control.
I'm so stressed out but no one in the house seems to notice cause I'm just so good at pretending. But during my interview yesterday about Second Act, one of the interviewers seemed to notice that 'there's something bothering' me cause he said I've been blank in some point during the interview. I just politely asked them to cut those "blank" moments out.
This Monday, I decide to go to Ryan's place at Beverly Hills. It's been a while since I've been there. I didn't tell him because I want to some sort of "surprise" him. Surprise him with a bad news, eh?
Ringing his doorbell, I'm immediately answered by Ryan as he opens his door and welcomes me. I stare at him for a while.. he's shirtless.
"What a nice surprise! Come in Ms. Lopez." He greets as he leads me inside.
"Ryan I have something to tell you."
"Who's at the door, babe?" a female voice that seems to be from the sala, says.
"It's Jennifer Lopez, babe!"
Sitting on the couch in front of the telly, is a girl at Ryan's age, wearing shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Is she his girlfriend? And oh, did they just had sex? Wrong timing, Jennifer.
"Hi Jenny from the block! I'm a fan!!" The girl hollers too enthusiastically.
"I've been there at your show in LA. You're always great and stunning! My name's Brianna," she says reaching out her hand for a shake.
I don't know what to do so I just take it. So she's the one who Ryan was with when he went to my concert.
"She's very crazy with you. She was the one who tugged me along to your concert." Ryan says as he goes beside her, with his arm around her shoulder.
The girl giggles then they are teasing each other by poking each other's noses.
"Oh.. I-I think.. I think I must go.." I stammer. "Sorry for the interruption." I say as I suddenly feel a lump in my throat. Must be a bad sign.
"No no no, stay here J.Lo. I guess you've got something important to discuss with my boyfriend so I gotta leave ya two, okay?" She says. "I just have to change my clothes first."
"I'm gonna go." I insist.
"No, really it's okay Jenny. I'll be the one to leave." The girl offers. "See ya 'round, babe!" She kisses Ryan and then disappears to wherever.
When she's totally out of sight, I sit on the couch for the first time since I got here and feel more private.
"Who was that?" I didn't mean to sound stern.
Ryan sits beside me. "Brianna, my girlfriend. She's very hyperactive and so fun-"
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yeah my girlfriend. Something wrong, Ms. Lopez?"
Then I realized I have no right to mind his business about having a girlfriend. Me either has a boyfriend. I guess what's between us is simply just that, plain sex buddies. I know we're not more than friends and we're not friends-with-benifits either. Maybe somewhere in between.
"I was just wondering cause you never mentioned you had one," I say as an excuse. "Does she know?"
"Does Alex know? No. Brianna doesn't know, Ms. Lopez." He says, surprising me at his rhetorical question. "Anyway, what was that something you were gonna say?"
Why am I feeling like this, I shouldn't be jealous right? Getting jealous is so cliché. And for damn's sake he's not my boyfriend so I should be cool about it.
"Nevermind. I just came here to surprise you." Two lies in a row. I decided to not tell him for now, instead.
"Awwe that's so cute of you Ms. Lopez. Making surprise appearances. Come here." He pulls me close to his shirtless body and cuddles me. I rest my head on his chest as he smells my hair and plays with it.
At least there's still a welcoming place for me in spite of my problems. In Ryan's embrace, I find my comfort.
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