Page 75 of The Book Club Boyfriend

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My phone is possessed.

It starts buzzing before the sun is even up, vibrating across the nightstand with the fury of a thousand rabid romance fans. I bury my head under the pillow and groan. Maybe if I ignore it long enough, the notifications will give up and go haunt someone else.

Spoiler: they don’t.

Eventually, the buzzing gets so aggressive it knocks a lip balm onto the floor.

I sit up with a dramatic sigh and squint at the screen.

Ninety-seven unread messages.

Why?

I swipe through them with bleary eyes. Texts from Harper, Lucy, my editor, and even my brother, who hasn’t read a book sinceThe Very Hungry Caterpillar, has somehow joined the party.

Harper:WTF DID YOU DO?

YOU’RE TRENDING

YOU AND HOT HOCKEY GUY = INTERNET MELTDOWN

Lucy:Hey, ignore the chaos. You were brilliant. Also, Bennett says if you don’t marry Chase, he’s personally going to adopt him.

Okay, that was a weird comment. I keep reading. The next message is from my editor.

Tabitha:*Whatever you’re doing, KEEP DOING IT. Also, it would be great if you could ride this wave into a new draft?? :)*

I groan and toss the phone on the bed like it’s personally betrayed me.

Because of course. Of course the entire internet has lost its collective mind over one harmless (okay, slightly chaotic) book club debate.

I open social media next.Big mistake.

There’s a fan cam of Chase smirking at me while I’m mid-rant. Someone captioned it:

“He looks like he’s already picked out their honeymoon destination.”

Another one:

“I didn’t believe in enemies to lovers until this moment. I would die for this tension.”

And the cherry on top?

A poll:

“Do you think Scottie Calloway will cave and go on a date with Chase Remington?”

The current vote?

96% YES.

I stare at the screen. Hard.

Then I close the app and let my head thunk back against the pillow.

I am never leaving my apartment again.

Ever.

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