Page 184 of Scandalous

“So worth it.” I pause, thinking about what I’m going to do next. “I’m going to do a live. Help me?”

She jumps up. “Let’s do it.”

“Should I change or anything?” I say as I stand.

Holland shakes her head. “Nah, I think the all-natural thing will work in your favor.”

We head into the other room and start setting everything up. Once ready, she looks at me.

“You’re on in three, two, one.”

I look down at the floor before slowly bringing my eyes up to the camera.

“Hey guys. I know it’s been a few days. I also know that you know why I’ve been missing. Something terrible happened to me a few days ago. Not just to me but to the men I love. Our privacy was violated in the worst possible way and by someone who should have been safe for us. Someone who is family. Finding out you can’t trust someone you’ve loved your whole life sucks. Santi, I’m so sorry you had to endure that.”

I lick my lips. “I’m on here to be real with you guys. This is me. I’m not wearing any makeup. There’re no filters. This is the broken-down version of me. Why am I broken? I’m broken because society says that loving four men at the same time is wrong. I’m fucked up because my parents disowned me because of the love I have for these men. I’m especially hurt because my fans, the people I have dedicated myself to getting to know, turned on me so fast. Not all of you. I see the ones who have stayed true by my side defending me, but the ones that turned? Shame on you. What gives you the right to look at my life and make judgments? When did you start living in a glass house? Do you have nothing in your life that you could be judged for?”

I sigh, looking at my hands.

“I’m not here on this earth to pass judgment. As long as what you are doing isn’t hurting anyone, then I support your right to do it. If I want to love four men and date them all at the same time, then I will do so without hesitation and not feel guilty about it. This is my life. I have lived it for so long for other people, but I’m done with that. I’m living it for myself. So if you still want to see my content and hang around for this new adventure, then I welcome you with open arms. Come into this judgment-free zone and let your freak flag fly because lord knows I am. It’s high up there for everyone to see. If you don’t, then move along. I’ll be banning any negativity from my account from now on. I’ve never done this before, but I feel like I need to, not only for my sake but for the safety and comfort of my true fans. As for the guys. Ezra, Santi, Liam, and Drake, if you’re watching this. Get ready. I’m coming home to you. I never should have left in the first place. I love each of you and cannot wait until I’m back in your arms. This is me signing off. I’ll be taking a few more days to decompress, but then I’ll be back next week with my normal content. Love all of you. Kisses.”

Holland signals to me that she ended it.

“Do you think they have seen it?” I ask.

She smiles, holding up the phone.

It’s a photo of all four of the guys on a couch with the caption:

Aurora.Blake get your ass home. We miss you. Love your men.

I smile at her. “Well, I guess I need to get a flight to Vegas.”

She pushes my phone and purse into my hands.

“I already booked it. It leaves in three hours. Go. I love you, bitch.”

I hug her close to me. “I love you too.”

Then I turn, running toward the door.

I have a flight to catch.

* * *

I’ve been pacing for hours. We have no idea when Aurora is going to be here, but none of us is willing to wait at the house.

The guys are waiting in the car in the parking lot. I asked them to let me come greet her on my own. I have a lot to apologize for. It was my family that did this to us.

The guys didn’t blame me and said she wouldn’t either, but I still needed to do this. For me.

It feels like an eternity when I finally see her through the crowd. I try to move forward, but the TSA agent stops me.

“You can’t go past this line.”

I nod, bouncing on my feet.

Then she’s there. Right in front of me.

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