Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Cam swipes to his contacts and jabs at Trish’s name. The call rings with no answer.
“That must be what Stella saw,” I mutter. “She must think we’re idiots.”
I pull the reel up on my own phone and watch it, seeing it through her eyes, and it looks ten times worse that way. Of course, someone who’s a responsible parent doesn’t want to be involved with men who post shit like this. “Fuck!”
Cam’s phone buzzes, and Trish’s name is on the screen. He answers and puts the call on speaker.
“Trish, what did you do?”
“Did you see the way that reel’s blowing up? It’s going to be your best one yet!” she says, sounding excited and proud.
“You weren't supposed to use that footage.”
“But look at the response! Once I saw it, I realized it made no sense not to use it. The engagements are through the roof, and your follower numbers are growing by the second.”
That’s the kind of interaction we’ve been thriving on, but it means nothing now. This is a disaster.
I swipe through the comments and want to throw up.
Let’s just say, if Cam ever needs someone to hold his dick for him, there are a lot of volunteers.
“You need to take it down right now,” he tells Trish.
“Are you serious?”
“Never mind. I’ll take it down. Talk to you later.” Cam ends the call, taps on his phone, and the post disappears.
But the damage is already done.
CHAPTER 56
STELLA
I wake up from a terrible night’s sleep to find more messages from Cam and Wyatt on my phone. I tell myself not to look, but I only make it as far as the kitchen before curiosity gets the best of me.
“The video was a mistake,” Cam says. “It was all a joke gone wrong.”
I pour myself a cup of coffee, and it’s too hot, but I take a sip anyway, trying to figure out why he’s talking about a video. The coffee doesn’t help.
Surely, they didn’t film themselves having sex with Trish.
“Can we please explain in person?” Wyatt’s message says.
I take a deep breath and try to push down my anger. The last thing I want to do is listen to them try to explain why they had sex with Trish. Not now, not ever.
I need to wake Jessie up soon, and I need to go about my day, and I don’t want to have to deal with this anymore.
“I don’t want to hear from you again. Take care.” And then I block them.
So, if I thought that not receiving text messages from Cam and Wyatt would help me forget about them, I was wrong.
I go to a grocery store that’s way out of my way. I avoid our back yard. I walk the dog on a completely different route that goes nowhere near their house, and yet the pain doesn’t go away. If anything, it gets worse as each day goes by.
I don’t allow myself to look at their channel, even in my weakest moments, when for some dumb reason, I just want a glimpse of their smiles. My stupid heart keeps aching for what I thought I had. It’s mourning an illusion, and not for the first time in my life.
Silly me, thinking the four of us might form a little family. That I might find a happily ever after with these two men who can’t keep their dicks in their pants.
CHAPTER 57
CAM
“I’m pissed that she won’t let us explain.” I’m spotting Wyatt at the gym, and my comment is completely out of the blue, but he grunts out a yeah from between clenched teeth.
We’ve talked about her a lot over the past several days. There are also times when we don’t talk at all, but I know we’re always thinking about her.
Life is fucking empty these days.
I couldn’t give a shit about working out, but I keep doing it out of habit.
Making videos has lost all its appeal. I used to get excited about the number of likes and comments we received, but it seems pointless. It’s actually a source of irritation now.
Nothing in life is much fun anymore, and the contrast between before-Stella and after-Stella is astounding. I thought I was perfectly happy before I met her, but now I know what I’ve been missing.
If I had any doubts about whether I was actually in love with her, it’s all cleared up. Nothing but love could hurt this bad.
“She doesn’t need us to explain,” Wyatt says when he finishes his reps. “She knows she doesn’t want professional thirst traps as boyfriends, and especially not as father figures.”
“But we’re going to stop making those kinds of videos.”
Wyatt’s expression is grim. “Too little, too late. Maybe we should just stick to showing off our bodies, cracking jokes, and having fun. That’s all we’re good for.”
I start to argue, but he turns his back and heads to a machine, leaving me alone with my storm of thoughts.