“Kash, I need time, okay?” Arianna asked, walking inside the elevator. A few minutes
later, we got off in front of her door. She slid the key inside and kicked off her shoes. I took my
jacket off and sat on the couch.
“We need to talk.”
“I need space.”
“How are we going to get through this if we don’t talk?” I asked.
“You don’t understand,” Arianna said.
“What don’t I understand?”
“You’re the star, Kash! You have everything handed to you, and I’m just getting started,”
she argued.
“I worked my ass off to get here, Arianna. I won’t apologize about that,” I spat back.
She threw her hands up in annoyance.
“Right, and now you want me to step aside and put my dreams on hold?” Arianna stated.
I ran a hand down my face, thinking about her question.
“Baby…”
Arianna held her hand
