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“It’s probably the closest to the truth she can get without giving away the entire plot,” Maximum speculated. “I mean a fake relationship would be sexually unsatisfying, and she probably did suppress her desires.”
My body reacted like I’d just reached the Ninja course finish line again. I wanted to roar with satisfaction that Serena had acknowledged that there was chemistry between us. I only wish she’d done it to me in private.
“You need to see that interview,” River told me.
“I will, but first, I need some food, and then I need a quiet place to hide for a while until this thing blows over.”
“All right, but whatever you do, don’t book a plane ticket. Some of the big newspapers bribe airline staff to snitch out where celebrities are going.”
Maximum made a sound of doubt. “Surely, that’s just a rumor. It would be illegal if they bribed people.”
“How else would you explain how they always know where celebrities are going?”
“Maybe they have spies at the airport?” Maximum suggested.
With a disgruntled sigh, I cut through their discussion. “Just to be safe, I won’t leave by plane. I’m sure I can catch a ferry and camp out somewhere.”
“Go to France, they don’t care about British gossip stories. They have plenty of their own.”
“Thanks, sis, I’ll consider it, but right now, I need to get home to shower, eat, and sleep.”
When we ended the call, I drove home with my head full of questions and a tiny speck of hope.
Three photographers waited outside my door and snapped pictures of me walking from my car to my front door in my athletic gear. I couldn’t imagine the world would want to see a picture of me sweaty and carrying a backpack. Fearing what headlines my brooding expression would bring about, I tried to hide my annoyance as much as possible and look straight ahead when their cameras clicked.
Reaching the red door to my apartment building, I frowned when I saw someone had written with black Sharpie in different places on the door.Rot in hell, and fucking leave Serena alonewas the least offensive of the five threatening messages. My jaw hardened as the photographers asked me rude questions about my relationship with Serena.
“No comment,” I said and tried hard not to slam the door too hard.
