Maya’s eyes flash up again, annoyance crossing her face as she stares at us. “Well, it doesn’t seem to be too serious.”
I throw my head back, knowing that’s just going to set off Andrés more.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” He sets me onto the couch before rising to his feet. “Her stalker knows she’s staying here. He left her a box full of photos with whore written all over them and a fucking note.”
Maya glances at me before returning her attention to Andrés. “Pictures of what?”
I make a strangled noise. While we were waiting for Maya to come home, I informed Andrés that I hadn’t told her about us yet.
He glances over his shoulder at me, his face softening. “I should let the two of you talk.”
“And get some sleep,” I tell him with a glare. He’s been up for nearly twenty-four hours, refusing to fall asleep while we were at Maya’s apartment.
“And where do you think I’m going to sleep? You don’t think I’m leaving you here, do you?” He scoffs. “I was just planning to wait in my car. You can’t stay here anymore—neither of you.”
“You can’t tell me what the hell I can or can’t do.” Maya’s hands are on her hips as she glares at Andrés, and I know I need to get him out of here before things get any more out of control.
Sighing, I push to my feet. “Go lie down in my bed and get some sleep. I’ll wake you up after Maya and I finish talking.”
Maya scoffs. “That’s not your bed—it’s mine.”
I lift my eyebrows as I turn to her. “Did you invite me to stay here or not?”
“I did.”
“Then for now, it’s my bed. I’m not sure what crawled up your ass, but I’m going to need you to rein in this shit because we have to have a very serious conversation.”
She purses her lips, looking like she wants to argue, but eventually throws her hands in the air. “Fine.”
“Don’t take any shit from her,” Andrés mumbles as he leans down to kiss me. “Come cuddle with me when you’re done.”
I shake my head, unable to wipe the smile off my face as I watch him walk down the hallway.
“So the two of you are a thing now?” Maya asks, her voice carefully blank.
I turn back to her with a frown, but I can see the hurt in her eyes. “Kind of…I mean, yes, but not just the two of us—Jason and Victor, too. Or we will be. I don’t know. We all still have to sit down and talk about everything.”
“So, that’s it then?” she asks, looking away. “You’re just with them and done with me.”
“That’s not at all what I said. Fucking hell, Maya. Can you calm down for a minute and let me tell you what happened?”
“How long has this been going on behind my back? Were the four of you laughing at me during the shoot, naïve Maya, who didn’t know she was about to be abandoned?”
I blink at her, shaking my head. “Stop it, Maya. That’s not at all what happened. Andrés and I got together after the shoot when he admitted he felt something for me. Then last night, Jason and Victor admitted the same thing. I like them, Maya. I always have. This can’t really come as a surprise.”
“If that was the case, then why were you sleeping with me?”
“Because I fucking love you, you idiot.” My eyes widen as I realize what I just admitted to her.
Maya sits frozen on the couch, her eyes on the wall.
“Look, Maya…”
“What was Andrés talking about? He said something happened? Something about pictures and a letter?”
I don’t want to let her change the subject like this, but this is something she needs to know.
“The pictures were of me and Andrés in the Behind the Lens parking lot—when we had sex in the backseat of my rental. Then, more of me, Jason, and Victor at their place.”
