Page 41 of Two Sticky Nuts

“I watched his lips move as Logan’s voice came over my cell.”

Her face crinkles with disgust. “Let’s get you a big fat bottle of wine and put on a funny movie.”

“No. No movies,” I protest.

“Then we’ll binge a TV show. Something that doesn’t remind you of how your privacy’s been majorly invaded. Oh, I know, we can watch one of those Lifetime series where the wife slowly poisons her cheating man while acting all sweet and innocent.”

“Sounds uplifting,” I say dryly.

Suddenly, my phone rings. The caller ID readsLogan, and my rage goes through the roof.

“Is it him?” Sofie asks.

I nod, giving the death stare to my phone.

“Don’t answer it,” she says. “We need to talk to my lawyer first before there’s any further communication.”

I guess she’s right. I send the call to voicemail.

“He doesn’t know that you’ve caught on to his scheme, right?” she asks.

“He only knows that I figured out he’s been filming me.”

Sofie suddenly has a sly glint in her brown eyes. “I have a really horrible idea, and we should totally do it.”

“What?”

She smiles like a snake about to eat something tasty. “Maybe the legal route isn’t the way to handle this.”

“No?” I raise a brow.

“I think we should fight fire with fire.”

“I’m not making a documentary about Carter,” I scoff.

“No. We can film him and release the entire thing online.”

“Film him doing what?” I ask.

“Lying to your face, manipulating you, pretending to be two different men in order to seduce you.”

“But he already knows I found out about the filming. What reason does he have to continue the charade?”

“He’s going to want to release his documentary, right?” she asks.

“I don’t know.” Did he even get what he was after? Because I’m still unsure what his angle was. Did Carter want to prove that women can be blinded to the truth by good looks? Or maybe he wanted to show how a spinster will put up with almost anything in hopes of companionship.

Or he just saw a tomato and wanted to see how it would react in different situations.Like he said, he created the drama and filmed me reacting to make me more interesting. Just like in Jamaica.“Here, Mila, hold my coconuts. Now let me take photos of you doing stupid things.”I was having fun, but he was testing me, trying to see what sorts of ridiculous requests I’d put up with.

And I put up with them all.Our day together at those waterfalls probably gave him the idea to make this film. That, or he’d been actively searching for a subject and chose me.

I give Sofie’s plan some thought. “I can expose him for the manipulative user he is. I like it!”

“That’s right.” She claps. “We’ll show the women of the world what a complete turd this guy is. He’ll never make another movie again—at least, not one any female will pay to see.”

“He’ll lose all of his Mr. Sticky Nuts followers,” I realize.

Sofie’s eyes light up. “Ohmygod. You’re right. I didn’t even think of that. We can really hit him in the sticky nuts!”

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