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“I say repost.”

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@JustJana

Beck Lanier has been spottedwith old friend, famous Instagram and YouTube personality, Tag Sorenson on his latest adventure in Greece, on the island of Mykonos, the fabulous mecca of the rich and glam. And today Tag posted a hot, hot, HOT pic of Beck with a new woman.

Who is this seXXXy mystery lady? We have the answer: the photographer herself! Furthermore, she may also be the same mystery woman who was with Lanier in Nashville!

Violet Hildebrand, a photographer in Tag’s crew, hails from South Dakota, and she and Lanier OBVIOUSLY hit it off and out of the park.

Is she still planet hopping with Tag Sorenson? Or is she returning stateside with the hot rock and roller?

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Beck

Sittingup on the big divan facing the veranda of our hotel suite, legs tucked underneath her, Violet swiped and scrolled on her phone. From the open veranda doors before her, the lights of Athens sparkled in the dark night, but she was focused on her task.

“You sure you didn’t want to go out with everyone tonight?” I asked.

“I’m sure.” Her tone was clipped. Her hand reached out absently as she downed the last of her whiskey.

At the café, the shock at Tag’s post had given way to a rush of excitement. Alessio and Violet made an appointment to discuss ideas for his upcoming perfume campaign, and Turo had ordered champagne. We had celebrated a new beginning for Violet’s career. For Violet.

I’d gulped down the champagne internally celebrating the beginning of me and Violet in our real world. Tag was a jerk for doing what he did, but a part of me was grateful, pleased as the cold bubbly flooded my system.

But later, when Alessio and Javier suggested we go to a nightclub, Violet had gotten quiet, her eyes shuttering. She’d said she was tired and would prefer to go back to the hotel. We said our goodbyes and by the time we got back to our suite, her high had receded into a murky low tide.

I didn’t like it.

“What’s going on, babe?” I sat down next to her, putting my legs up on the glass table, an arm around her shoulders. Unlike other times, she didn’t relax or lean into me.

“Whatisn’tgoing on?” her tone was sharp. “Everyone’s crawled out of the woodwork on this post. I got some interesting emojis from two jerks who always flirt with me at the Meager Grand. Shelby, our server, commented with flames, heat-eyes, and tongue emojis. She’s a big fan of yours, by the way. And I have over six hundred and counting new followers on my IG. How about you?” Her voice was crisp in that ironic fake chipper sort of way.

“Haven’t checked. Don’t really care.”

“Of course you don’t care. It’s nothing for you.” Her attention remained on her screen. She swiped, scrolled.

Was she regretting her decision to keep the pic online because of the response of people she actually knew? Was she ashamed? Or was it that she simply hated her privacy being hijacked?

My phone rang. Naomi.Great.“Hey.”

“This is terrific!” her voice trumpeted. “The gossip heads have already picked it up and are reposting it like crazy. They’re all scrambling for photos of the two of you on the island. As we speak, all the paps on Mykonos are combing through their pics of the past week to find the two of you. The hottest couple of the moment. They’re all trying to figure out another intriguing and hot, hot, hot Beck mystery yet again—where’s he been, who’s he with, etc, etc. Who’s the new hot mystery woman? And the feedback is amazing. Fucking amazing! This is just what we needed for you! Sexy bad boy vibes. Reckless rocker. Devil may care, putting it out there. Love it. Fantastic.”

Violet’s gaze whipped to me, her eyes blazing. Naomi spoke loudly, and her excitement had made her voice even louder on the line. Violet’s lips flattened stiffly.

“Got to go, Naomi.” I tapped at my screen.

“She’s loving this. Of course she is.” Violet’s voice snapped, an acidic twist to her beautiful lips. “Congrats, Beck. You’re a super stud. So glad to be of service once more to your image and brand.”

“Naomi doesn’t know anything about us. She doesn’t know we came here together. Her job is to command the interpretation of sound bites and appearance, in what the words and appearancecouldmean. It’s her job to think in those terms and dominate the translation. That’s her job.”

“While she’s having fun dominating, commanding, and translating, I’ve become another plaything in Beck Lanier’s bed.”

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