Page 117 of Keeper
We made it to the players’ parking garage at last. Tanner flicked a button on his key fob and the doors to his Lamborghini slid open. We climbed in, alone at last, in the privacy of his Lamborghini.
At least, you’dthinkit was private … but that wasn’t really the case, was it?
“Babe, what’s wrong?” he whispered, stroking my cheek.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’ve got bad news.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Marta,” I said, my throat dry and achy.
“Marta. Somehow, I’m not surprised.” He grumbled. “What’d she do this time?”
“She’s posting things on her Instagram.”
“Like what?” he asked gently.
“My pictures. She posted them. All of them.”
He growled with disappointment. “You really gave those to her? I told you not to give in to her threats, Ainz.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not talking about the pictures from the shoot.”
“Wait, which ones, then?” he asked. But as soon as he’d asked it, I saw the realization settle in behind his eye. “Oh.Oh.” His brow furrowed with sympathy. “You mean she posted your nudes?”
“Not just mine. Yours, too.”
He shrugged. “Eh, I’m not surprised. I kinda figured she’d do that.”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How could you possibly know she’d do that …?”
Tanner told me about the call with his agent. Apparently, after Tanner blocked her number, Marta started threatening his agent. She’d promised to make Tanner’s life hell if he didn’t send those pictures by five o’clock.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Why, so you could give her what she wants? No chance,” he said. “I don’t want her to have those photos. She was all over me and it’d give people the wrong impression about me and her. I don’t want people thinking I’m with her. Because I’m not.” He clasped his hand on my leg. “I’m with you.”
“You’re sweet …” I said with a sigh. And I thought,I hope I can still believe you after you’ve seen what I need to show you.
“So yeah,” he continued, “I’m not surprised. She was threatening to do something, and the only thing she’s got on me is my dick pic, right? It makes sense she’d post it, because she seems petty and vindictive enough to do something like that.”
I shook my head. “She posted more than the dick pics, though, Tanner.”
“What else did she post?”
“You’d better have a look,” I said. “Can I have your phone?”
I took Tanner’s phone and went to her Instagram page. Yes, I needed to show Tanner what she’d posted, but I was still disappointed to see her Instastillhadn’t been deleted yet. The girls and I had been reporting her page every hour, on the hour. And yet still, her page remained up for the whole world to see.
She’d posted a story titled STORY TIME. I clicked it and handed the phone over to him. “Here. You have to scroll through, because there’s a bunch.”
The first picture was of us from our cheer days. Marta and I struck confident poses in our outfits, beaming with our pom poms on our hips, ribbons dangling from our ponytails.
The caption read:
“Hi friends! Gather ’round, because it’s story time. What a throwback picture, huh? This is me and my one of my best friends from high school, Ainsley Carter. We did everything together. Cheerleading, road trips, parties, staying up until way too late gossiping about boys … you name it.”
Tanner couldn’t help but stare and smile at the picture of me in my outfit. “Look at you! You’re so cute. Man, if we went to school together, I never would’ve left you alone.”
