Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Santos: How’s the concert?
Halsey: We’re dating an idol.
Santos: Yes we are, but how is it?
Halsey: It’s crowded, but I’m in the VIP area—a glorified room where you can watch from upstairs.
Santos: How was dinner?
Halsey: Are you bored?
Santos: Out of my skull. Why did you let him send Gavin to babysit me?
Halsey: He’s not that bad.
Santos: He brought a nurse and I can’t move or they’re on top of me trying to help me.
Halsey: Because you shouldn’t be moving. If we had left you on your own, you’d be in the gym trying to workout.
Santos: Blah.
Halsey: You need to take care of yourself.
Santos: Mom called me again.
Halsey: Everything okay?
Santos: Nope. She’s threatening to divorce my father if he doesn’t change—and goes to therapy.
Halsey: Wow, that’s . . . that’s not what I expected.
Santos: Yep, either he learns to accept me and that everyone around him deserves to be treated like a person, or he’s out of her life.
Halsey: Good for her, and you of course.
Santos: It puzzles me why she didn’t do it before.
Halsey: Probably because she didn’t think it was affecting you. It wasn’t until you talked some sense into her that she did it.
Santos: You’re right.
Halsey: Hey, the concert is over. We’re heading to the hotel.
Santos: Are you two going to call me? I want to watch.
Halsey: You watch me sleep every night, it’ll be exactly the same.
Santos: Oh you two won’t be getting any sleep. He has too much energy to burn. He’s going to need lots of sex—and I want to watch.
Halsey: Nope, see you tomorrow, Santos. Dream of me.
Santos: At least send me a video.
Halsey: Nope. Sex videos are a bad idea and more so when it involves a famous person.
Santos: You’re too vanilla, baby.
Halsey: I want you to say the same, with a straight face, the next time you’re eating my pussy while Dustin is fucking you.
Santos: My mouth will be too busy. Have fun tonight.