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Was that appropriate publicity?
She scrolled a little more and saw videos of them drinking, tossing an obscene amount of money at the strippers dancing around for them. Her heart raced.
This was the old London. The one she would stalk from behind her apartment door. She cringed at the photos of women hanging around him.
She scrolled and landed on Khalil’s page. There were videos of the strippers grinding and dancing in front of him and London.
Alana closed the app, refusing to get caught up in things she saw on social media. There hadn’t been any reason why she couldn’t trust London, and she wasn’t going to start making assumptions now.
“He’s celebrating with his new client. Everything is fine.” Putting on her jammies, she climbed back into bed. She’d look in the morning for an afternoon flight home, and would be able to join him in celebrating.
Alana walked out of her bedroom, wearing a cute little dress she had picked up from a boutique that was located in the lobby of her hotel. Going into the kitchen, she opened her fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine she’d stashed away before she had left.
“After the week I had, this is well-deserved.” She spun around and took out a glass from her cabinet and poured a healthy amount.
Glancing at her watch, she grinned. London should be home at any moment, and she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.
It would be pointless to even put on shoes, knowing her man would be taking the dress off and dropping it on the floor.
Setting the almost empty bottle onto the counter, she ambled into the living room.
Earlier that morning, she had texted him, but didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He’d mentioned some gathering at their office. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too much longer.
Sipping her wine, she turned on the television and flipped the channel to ESPN. The hosts of the show were speaking of Khalil and the new sports agency he’d signed with.
“Primetime is becoming a powerhouse. Who isn’t signing with them?” a black man in a navy suit asked. He was handsome. If she remembered right, he was a former basketball player.
“London and Jaxon Keith are geniuses when it comes to contract negotiations. They’ve built their empire from scratch. There isn’t anything these brothers won’t do for their clients,” the other anchor commented.
London had shared with her that his younger brother would be in town to celebrate, and she couldn’t wait to meet him.
She watched as they continued to talk about the upcoming contract negotiations of the NBA. Trade deals, and the amount of money they were discussing was staggering.
“I think I made the wrong decision in life,” she murmured. “I should’ve been a basketball star.”
A giggle escaped her. At her height, basketball would never have been in her future.
Muffled laughter could be heard out in the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing London.
Finishing her drink, she sat the empty glass down on the coffee table and walked over to her door, excitement brimming throughout her body. Three days away from London was too long.
Standing on her tiptoes, she peeked out the hole and froze.
The floor of her stomach gave way. Nausea rose until she thought she was about to lose the wine she had drank.
London was leading two women into his apartment—one blonde, one brunette.
Pain rippled through her chest.
London was cheating on her?
She wasn’t supposed to be back in town until tomorrow.
While he thought she was away, he was returning to his old self.
Alana inhaled sharply, trying to push the bile down. There had to be a better explanation.
She turned away from the door and stood still.
