Lyla

Oh fuck.

No no no no.

Of all fucking people to have the paparazzi banging down there down, it just had to be my parents and not my friends who were way more competent in dealing with this shit.

“Mom. Don’t answer them.” I barked out.

If they so much as cracked the window open to talk to those media suckers, I was going to completely freak out. Rashid and I were already dealing ...