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“I don’t even have to, sir. That picture is the most trending topic across social media as we speak. And I’m hoping you at least know why.”

“She walked out on her fiancé, big deal.”

“Big deal? She’s bad for PR. Our luck is that people are too focused on slamming the girl, and you’re blurred out from the angle the picture was taken.”

I looked at the picture again. I already knew it was impossible that that kid took the picture, and then I noticed it. From the angle where I was sitting, the only person who could have taken it was the barista. And I thought she was a nice person; she wore her mask very well.

“First of all, who I get entangled with is nobody’s business. Secondly, things like this die down with time. There is no reason to panic.”

“I wish I could believe that, but look.” He took the tab from me and then returned it after swiping it to another picture.

“What am I looking at?”

“That’s her fiancé—well, ex-fiancé. He posted that picture three hours ago of him and his new girlfriend on a date. This stuff is going to drag on longer than you think.”

I glared at the man in the picture, his sick smile evident as he held onto the waist of some washed-down woman. “What a prick.” I dumped the tab on my desk and reached for my phone.

“Um, who are you calling?”

I ignored him as I scrolled through my recent calls and tapped the ID I was looking for. I brought it to my ear and waited as it rang.

“Hello?” The voice was cracked.

“Hey, Olivia, are you okay?”

Chapter thirteen

EX MOVES ON

Olivia Sanders

After Alexander left, I felt an awkward air settle in the house. Even though I had confidently told him that I would tell Sam about what happened, I didn’t know how.

We shared absolutely everything, and if it were any random man, she would have been the first person I would tell, but this was her brother. We had barely known each other for up to forty-eight hours, and I had already managed to have a one-night stand with him.

But was it the most intense sexual encounter I had ever had in my life? Yes, without a fucking doubt.

I knew backing out was not an option. Even if I tried to ignore my promise to Alex, there was still the fact that she had walked into us drinking hangover soup. She would have questions, and I didn’t want her to ask before I told her.

I heard her footsteps plummeting down the stairs like she was being chased as she screamed my name repeatedly. I shut my eyes and braced myself.

“Where the fuck are you?” She ran into the kitchen and found me still sitting there.

“Look, before you say anything, yes, I slept with your brother,” I burst out.

Was that the best way to tell her? Absolutely not. Did I feel better that I told her, at least? Maybe a little.

Her face contorted into a look of disgust. “Gross, who my brother sleeps with is none of my business, Oly, and I like to keep it that way.”

“Really, so you’re not pissed at me?”

“Of course, I’m pissed with you. But I can’t even be mad at you right now because there is something else you have to see.”

My entire body tensed, waiting for an explosive episode. She looked at me with a bland face, shaking her head “What thing?” her eyes dropped. “Wait . . . where’s your phone?” She scanned the kitchen.

“I left it in my room. Why?”

“Hold up, so you haven’t seen it?” She ducked her phone behind her.

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