Chapter 38 Octavia
Thirty-Eight
Octavia
“Tava, I want strawbebbies.” Aleesa sat in the grocery cart, pointing at the fruit section.
“Strawberries it is.” I collected two containers of them.
“And mangoes,” Aleesa added, grinning.
I snorted a laugh, turned for the mangoes, and snatched up a few.
As I placed them in a bag, my phone buzzed in the back pocket of my jeans.
I pulled it out and saw a notification from Bobble.
Davina swore this app was going to be the death of me, but it wasn’t my fault that celebrity gossip was so entertaining.
It always shocked me, the things famous people did with their lives.
Normally, I’d have been quick to open the app, but when I saw the headline, my heart dropped to my stomach.
Not His Daughter? The Scoop on the Custody Battle Between Javier Valdez and Fashion Designer Rafael Acosta
“Fuck. No, no, no.”
Aleesa let out a sharp gasp. “Tava say bad word!”
“Oh, sorry, angel. Ignore me.” I opened the app, only to see an image of Javier in his basketball uniform. Of course they’d chosen the worst picture possible of him. He looked tired and sweaty in the image, and it was most likely one taken toward the end of one of his games.
I scrolled down a bit more and found an image of Rafael Acosta posing on the red carpet. He looked spiffy, neat, and put together. I didn’t like this at all. And something in my gut told me he was the reason Bobble even had the scoop on their custody battle.
How else would anyone know? No one who knew Javier was leaking this anywhere. It had to be Rafael, and he was most likely doing this to mess with Javier’s head, to throw him off, and to make him angry.
“Um, let’s get the macaroni and chicken and head out of here. I need to call your dad.” I tucked my phone away and gripped the handle of the cart, my heart racing.
I had to call him right away. If he found out on his own, there was no telling how he’d react.