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PROLOGUE
CELEBX
SORE WINNER
Zara Lorna may have won big with Album of the Year and Artist of the Year, but her night went downhill fast.
Anonymous sources say Zara got into a spat with her longtime boyfriend Logan Black.
Black, the recording artist who penned hits like “One for Me” and “When Can I Love You,” wasn’t nominated for any awards but attended to support his girlfriend of seven years.
The couple has been together since their teens when Black was still with the boyband “Newark Newsies” and Zara had one single on the radio. They met on the set of a music video and close friends say it was “love at first sight.”
Black transitioned from music to acting and back again, while Lorna maintained her meteoric rise to fame as a pop music sensation.
Their seven-year relationship hasn’t been without its hardships. Zara’s intense recording and touring schedule has been the source of tension for several years, not to mention Black’s alleged affairs with his co-stars, which he has always vehemently denied.
Insiders claim Zara was the one with the wandering eye in the relationship. Photos surfaced of her last year sharing an intimate moment with an unknown companion, and then again having dinner with a Hollywood hunk.
Allegedly, things between the two have been even rockier of late due to Zara’s apparent refusal to take a break and make time for their relationship. Black has expressed in recent interviews his desire to get married and start a family.
After Zara’s big win, the two were seen arguing backstage. The quarrel continued at the afterparty where friends of the two tried to intervene.
Zara was allegedly drunk and stormed off. Black followed her outside where witnesses captured video of them yelling at one another before Asa Young, Zara’s co-producer on her latest album, put her in a car and they left together.
Neither Lorna nor Black’s people have been contactable for comment.
Stay tuned to CELEBX for updates.
CHAPTER ONE
ABSOLUTION CALLING
ASA
“Fuck,” Asa hissed under his breath when the call went straight to voicemail. Again.
He’d called Nikki three times. She hadn’t answered. She always answered.
He stared at his phone without really seeing it.
The sound of retching filled the hotel suite again. He grimaced and scrubbed a hand over his face. What the hell was he going to do?
Of all the dumbass dumbest shit he had ever done, this was by far the worst.
He raked unsteady fingers through his hair and looked at his phone again, willing it to give him a new idea.
He’d even tried to call André and henevercalled André. That was how desperate he was.
Why wasn’t Nikki answering? She always answered. What could be more important…and then it clicked.
Nikki was having her baby.
Shit!
His best friend was having a baby!
And instead of being there, like a best friend should be, he was two thousand miles away in a hotel suite in Los Angeles with the most famous woman in the world puking her guts out.
