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celebrity news channel in seconds. Alisa hated that she had to be conscious of these things now, but if she wanted to keep that mask on, the mask she had to wear every day now that she was among the stars, she had to keep calm.
She breathed in to speak, when another ill-timed interruption barged into their conversation.
“Logan, my man, you ready to go?” It was Christian.
“Go?” Alisa’s eyes narrowed.
“After-after party at my house, darling; you should come.” Christian’s presence was so slimy. She wanted nothing to do with him.
“No. I’m good, Christian.”
“What’s that mean now, love? You too busy for a little shindig at my place? Come on, it’s the after-after party.”
“I heard you the first time.”
“Easy, love.” Christian raised his eyebrows.
“It means …” Logan finished off his drink. “It means she’s not going tonight, Chris. She’s got a trip to plan. She’s good .”
“Logan, don’t do this.” Alisa pleaded, speaking a million words in one glance. There was no way she wanted to leave on such terrible terms.
“Have a good flight.” He said sternly. Logan’s features were so cold.
She was chilled to the bone. To her, the room was void of anyone except her and Logan at that moment, and she was fixated on him walking away. Each step he took away from her tugged so hard on her heart she felt it breaking. It took everything in her to maintain her composure and stay on her feet, but inside she was dying. She hated this. He was walking away from her, leaving her feeling numb.
What had she done? Nothing. But it was exactly that, nothing . Withholding something important to him had pissed him off, and now he was gone. Alisa couldn’t even state her case. He probably wouldn’t hear it anyway.
Evie gulped. “I’m so … so sorry.”
Chapter Five
Two hours at the party and one hour of packing later, Alisa was at LAX getting ready to leave. She religiously checked her phone, only to catch a handful of apologetic texts from Evie and a gloating text of “you’re missing out” from Christian. He even sent her pictures. Ray, Joann, Dawn, and her mother wished her a safe flight out.
Unfortunately, there was nothing from Logan.
TMZ was all over it, though; leaked photos from the party attendees with the headlines about trouble in paradise littered her twitter feed with some angry and jealous fans chiming in with some choice words she would have done better not seeing. God, she hated the internet sometimes.
It was a long walk from the terminal into the plane, so when she took her seat, she immediately buckled in and closed her eyes. It was only a little bit until takeoff, and Alisa didn’t feel like talking to Evan, not now. She had never flown First Class before, and the accommodations were a dream. The lighting was dim, but Alisa managed to jot down a few ideas on her notepad while everyone was reclined, sleeping, or fiddling around on their tablets.
As nervous as she was flying alone, Alisa felt the flight over was a breeze. Having slept through most of it, Alisa’s main goal was to leave for the hotel, and quickly. Luckily for her, she was a smart traveler and only had her 2 carry-ons with her, so she didn’t have to wait at the carousel. They were only going to be in the city for a week. A couple of fans stopped her along the way, with whom she gladly took pictures. The hustle of the New York pace hit her suddenly as she made her way to the pick-up area outside JFK. She held her bags tightly and looked from side to side. It was nearing 7:00 a.m., and the city was already wide awake.
It was a lot to take in, but she needed to keep up. Throwing her hand in the air, she hailed the next taxi coming her way, and to her surprise, they stopped. Alisa jumped in without hesitation.
“Hold the taxi!”
Ultimately, she was afraid she would get shoved into a taxi with a complete stranger on her first cab
She breathed in to speak, when another ill-timed interruption barged into their conversation.
“Logan, my man, you ready to go?” It was Christian.
“Go?” Alisa’s eyes narrowed.
“After-after party at my house, darling; you should come.” Christian’s presence was so slimy. She wanted nothing to do with him.
“No. I’m good, Christian.”
“What’s that mean now, love? You too busy for a little shindig at my place? Come on, it’s the after-after party.”
“I heard you the first time.”
“Easy, love.” Christian raised his eyebrows.
“It means …” Logan finished off his drink. “It means she’s not going tonight, Chris. She’s got a trip to plan. She’s good .”
“Logan, don’t do this.” Alisa pleaded, speaking a million words in one glance. There was no way she wanted to leave on such terrible terms.
“Have a good flight.” He said sternly. Logan’s features were so cold.
She was chilled to the bone. To her, the room was void of anyone except her and Logan at that moment, and she was fixated on him walking away. Each step he took away from her tugged so hard on her heart she felt it breaking. It took everything in her to maintain her composure and stay on her feet, but inside she was dying. She hated this. He was walking away from her, leaving her feeling numb.
What had she done? Nothing. But it was exactly that, nothing . Withholding something important to him had pissed him off, and now he was gone. Alisa couldn’t even state her case. He probably wouldn’t hear it anyway.
Evie gulped. “I’m so … so sorry.”
Chapter Five
Two hours at the party and one hour of packing later, Alisa was at LAX getting ready to leave. She religiously checked her phone, only to catch a handful of apologetic texts from Evie and a gloating text of “you’re missing out” from Christian. He even sent her pictures. Ray, Joann, Dawn, and her mother wished her a safe flight out.
Unfortunately, there was nothing from Logan.
TMZ was all over it, though; leaked photos from the party attendees with the headlines about trouble in paradise littered her twitter feed with some angry and jealous fans chiming in with some choice words she would have done better not seeing. God, she hated the internet sometimes.
It was a long walk from the terminal into the plane, so when she took her seat, she immediately buckled in and closed her eyes. It was only a little bit until takeoff, and Alisa didn’t feel like talking to Evan, not now. She had never flown First Class before, and the accommodations were a dream. The lighting was dim, but Alisa managed to jot down a few ideas on her notepad while everyone was reclined, sleeping, or fiddling around on their tablets.
As nervous as she was flying alone, Alisa felt the flight over was a breeze. Having slept through most of it, Alisa’s main goal was to leave for the hotel, and quickly. Luckily for her, she was a smart traveler and only had her 2 carry-ons with her, so she didn’t have to wait at the carousel. They were only going to be in the city for a week. A couple of fans stopped her along the way, with whom she gladly took pictures. The hustle of the New York pace hit her suddenly as she made her way to the pick-up area outside JFK. She held her bags tightly and looked from side to side. It was nearing 7:00 a.m., and the city was already wide awake.
It was a lot to take in, but she needed to keep up. Throwing her hand in the air, she hailed the next taxi coming her way, and to her surprise, they stopped. Alisa jumped in without hesitation.
“Hold the taxi!”
Ultimately, she was afraid she would get shoved into a taxi with a complete stranger on her first cab
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