“Me too.” She gave me a small smile. “I’m too excited to sleep,” she admitted. “All I want to do is hear opinions on the album.”
“The album is good, Twin. You already know that. You don’t need anyone to tell you that.”
“Of course you’re going to say that. You’re madly in love with me,” Myome teased.
“You’re right. I am madly in love with you.” I kissed her again. “That’s why you should know I wouldn’t let you put out no bullshit.” I tapped her ass. “I’ve got ibuprofen and coffee at your spot to help knock that headache out.”
“Coffee?”
“Yep. Drink it black and follow it with water.”
“Ew.”
“You can fight through the headache if you want, but I figured you’d need to be productive on the first day your album is out.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Myome grumbled but took her place at our island while I plated the food.
“Greasy bacon, eggs, and fruit,” I announced as I slid the plate toward her.
“Thank you, baby.”
“Uh huh.” I leaned forward on the island and exhaled. “We need to talk, Yo.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
“We need to talk?” she repeated. “What the fuck does that mean, Berlin? I swear if you’re about to take today and come clean about doing some?—”
My eyebrows knitted together and I pushed away from the island and walked around. I grabbed Myome’s jaw and turned her head toward me.
“I love yo’ lil pretty ass but watch how the fuck you talk to me, Myome,” I warned. “I’m talking to you calm and ain’t tripping so you shouldn’t be tripping either. Take a deep breath.”
She cut her eyes at me. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeated. I swallowed and decided to just rip the Band-Aid off. “Look, Monica announced she was pregnant and made a comment like I was the baby’s daddy.”
“You’re fucking kidding?”
“Nah. I mean, she didn’t explicitly name me but she made what she was trying to imply obvious enough to have people tagging me and shit.” I sighed. “Chandler saw it a little while after it went up and after Monica’s label got a call from my lawyer, she edited the caption but we don’t really know how many people saw or screenshot it already. What I do know is that no big celebrity blog is going to touch it. I made sure of that.”
“I’m going to beat the fuck out of Monica the next time I see her,” Myome said plainly.
“Look, we handled it and there’s nothing either of us can do at this point but I wanted to let you know before you even look at Skroll that I’m aware of what’s going on and I’m in front of the story.”
I watched Myome’s anger morph into sadness and she stuck her lip out only a moment before tears forced their way out. Myome wiped her tears and sniffled.
“Radiant Reverie just released an album and now this is the fucking story of the day.” She waved her hand around dramatically.
“I know it’s frustrating, Myome, but I’m going to take care of it.”
She nodded and wiped her eyes again. Then she closed them, leaned her head back, and took a few deep breaths.
When she looked at me again, she’d pulled her sadness in and the anger was back in place. She nodded despite me not saying anything, grabbed a piece of bacon, and took a bite.
“If you don’t take care of her, Berlin, I fucking will.”
CHAPTER 21
MYOME