DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Reaching Out

True to Dylan's words I did block the number he sent the text on.

His response is to contact me a day later, rubbing in the fact that even after eight years he still knows my reactions to certain situations.

Honestly, what he said is bullshit, I mean if someone unwanted text you isn't dropping an instant block and delete your first reaction?

Anyways after that second unwanted text, I change my number... and lo and behold he contacts me again on the new number.

I've learned by now that powerful men like him have a way of getting information on anyone so I don't question it. I do however effectively ignore his last ten texts for the last couple of days.

I have enough to worry about and he isn't going to be my priority at this point. With Roberto suggesting we get married in a month and Diana's parentage still under the wraps. It's going to be a big deal when that blows up and I don't want her apart of it...

So now I'm stuck between a rock and hard place.

I stare out the window of the vehicle sighing as my agent makes her way out of Starbucks. In one hand, she has three coffees in one of those four slots, paper cup holders and in the other, she has her smartphone, which she speaks furiously into.

"Here drink this," the heavy breast, ginger says handing me a Starbucks cup as she slips in the vehicle. "You look like you need it."

She hands one to the driver before telling him to get going, stating firmly that we cannot be late.

"Thanks, Andrea," I say gulping the warm Mocha and she nods tapping away on her phone.

I take eager sips, moaning at the chocolate taste. I prop my leg on the other turning to watch the beautiful scenery of the famous Golden State pass as we drive by.

We are now on our way to The Ellen Show for my interview. It's a bit late in the afternoon and I'm exhausted.

"Okay so, after the interview you have a photoshoot at Cambridge Essence and then a YouTube giveaway," Andrea informs me as she now taps away on her tablet.

"Sounds great," I state nonchalantly, sipping my coffee.

My body is running on E from yesterday. Andrea booked a lot of appearances in NY for me in that one day. I had to visit ten different bookstores to do signings, I had a radio interview and I had to go to the children's hospital to read my children's book, Little Fox for them.

Yes, I do have other books out there and no Tempted to touch isn't my only book but it's the one gaining the most attention. Therefore, my team pushes it more than the others.

I sigh as Andrea continues to read my schedule for the next two days. I pull the Gucci shades off my face and fold it into my black, crop-top. I listen to Andrea half-heartedly, staring at the scenery but something she says catches my attention and flares my temper a bit.

"What do you mean by Day 3?" I ask a bit perplex. "Andrea I specifically told you not to book anything on that day."

Andrea pauses with her brows scrunched in confusion. "You did not say that... No, no... Hold on..." she fiddles with the tablet before frowning. "Oh shit, you did."

She looks over at me with an apologetic smile and a shocked look on her face. "I'm sorry Indie but I'm sure you can still go through with it... We'll get you another —"

"Andrea I can't reschedule. You've booked appearances for the majority of next week. I need a day to myself so reschedule everything booked on that day." I state firmly.