Page 162 of Going Viral for Christmas
Love,
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Twenty-Eight
SOREN
My phone buzzes with a notification, and the name flashing across the screen makes my stomach knot.
Lena.
This is your last chance to respond, Soren. One day you’re kissing me, the next you’re parading around with Ava Bell?
With Ava fucking Bell?
Do you have any idea how insane this looks?
I rub a hand over my scruff, biting back the immediate curse snaking up my throat.
My thumbs fly before I can second-guess:
You kissed me. Not the other way around.
You’re unhinged. Not to mention, delusional, if you think otherwise. The fantasy you’ve built up in your head doesn’t exist.
Three dots appear. Vanish.Reappear.
Unhinged, huh? I’ll show you unhinged.
Just know, you brought this on yourself. You have only yourself to blame.
I don’t even bother drafting a response this time. Instead, I forward the whole thread to Matthew. He needs a heads-up before this blows up into something bigger.
It takes less than a minute for his reply to come through:
Fucking great.
That’s it. No lecture. No strategy. Only two words that feel like both a warning and a promise of the headache to come later.
Of all the people you had to piss off after sticking your dick in them, it had to be the one with nearly two million followers?
Spoke too soon.
You’re not wrong, but I don’t appreciate the tone you’re using. I don’t need a lecture.
And I need you to stop handing me grenades with the pins already pulled.
Please tell me how to prevent this one from blowing up.
I’m working on that. Keep this between us.
You hear me?
Do not tell anyone, especially not Ava.
I stare at the screen, my stomach tightening. Keep it from Ava? Turn this into a secret? A lie?
After everything we’ve been through, she’s finally started to trust me, and now this?
