“More than out of hand, Arianna. You’re on the front page with your tongue down
Kamden’s throat. New York Style is talking about you two as the new ‘it’ couple. They have you
guys getting married and having kids secretly,” Jackson fussed.
“Jackson, you know more than anyone how the media spins things,” I answered, and the
door popped open with Malik coming inside.
“I don’t want to hear it, Malik,” I said, ignoring his harsh glare.
“You need to hear because you’re acting reckless, Ari.” He called me by the nickname he
gave to me when I was younger. He was the only one who got away with calling me Ari in our
family and friends.
“Jackson, I want to race,” I started, getting down to the point of this visit.
Malik and Jackson peered at each other, then burst into laughter.
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