Thirty Nine

"Alex, your photographer says he'll be here in twenty. Be ready." Troy points two fingers at me as he tries to seem serious. I give him a curt nod and turn to the novel I've been reading for the past thirty minutes as I wait for 'Mr. Don't be late'... aka the photographer. I hear Troy give out instructions and tells my assistant to make sure my make-up is in place. I roll my eyes at this. Troy is acting like a kid just because I had to transfer his boyfriend to another club further away. He blames me for that and for his boyfriend keeping a secret from him. A secret he promised to find out about.

I see a frustrated Carla come in a few seconds later. "I swear Troy these days..." Carla lets out a frustrated sigh as she puts her fists together and motions a crushing gesture. She starts pacing inside my green room as she breathes in and out trying to calm herself down.

"You know how he is. He can be a bitch if he really wants to." I say placing the novel on the table i