CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“What were you thinking giving him our address? What if he realizes we ain’t really nowhere close to his class and he drops his contract? You know how some celebrities can get. Ares could fire your ass for that,” she freaked out for the umpteenth time, checking her make-up.
“Come on, he is obviously going to send a driver to pick us up or something. There is no way he is going to show up here himself,” I said, glancing at myself in the full-length dressing mirror. I had opted for a more casual look, wearing my most cherished black narrow fit jeans and a printed, short sleeved button-down shirt. For effect, I’d popped open the two buttons and styled my ash-blonde hair in a tapered-fade Quiff giving me a relaxed, tousled outlook.
“Fine. I’m just kind of freaked ou
