Page 189 of Torrid Passion

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Horror chases across his expression.

He’s clenching his iPhone in one hand, the other covers his mouth.

“How bad is it?” I ask.

“Holy Jesus!” Hayden shouts.

My eyes drop to the screen.

“What is it?” I ask.

I’m nearly frantic now.

I swear to God, I’m about to have a heart attack.

Stella grabs her cousin’s wrist, bringing the screen close to her face.

“Holy Jesus!” she parrots. Her eyes go so wide they nearly take over her face.

“Someone tell me what’s going on. Please,” I implore.

Loki walks to the bed, pointing his phone at me. I grab it from his hand.

Lord, have mercy.

‘KINKY KYLA O’KEEFFE: HOLLYWOOD’S PRINCESS INVOLVED IN SOME PRETTY PERVERTED STUFF!’

The nextheadline reads…

‘KYLA O’KEEFFE: SEXTING QUEEN?!’

The one below reads…

‘KINKY KYLA: YOU CAN’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.’

Oh, no.

The one after that reads…

‘DIRTY DIANA? NO. DIRTY KYLA!’

No, no, no, no.

And the one after…

‘KYLA O’KEEFFE… NOT AS INNOCENT AS WE THOUGHT.’

And…

‘KYLA O’KEEFFE: THE TALE OF A GOOD GIRL GONE BAD.’

I stop reading.

I can’t stomach the rest.

I can’t even breathe.

My mouth opens… and closes.

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