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A special friend

Author: Star Light
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-10 21:16:08

—Samantha’s POV—

“What?” I muttered in disbelief.

From the couch, Maryjane suddenly screamed loudly, “What the fuck?!”

She shot to her feet, phone clutched tightly, her expression horrified. Without saying a word, she marched over and thrust the screen in front of me.

I took it from her and stared.

There it was. A picture of me. On the balcony. With Dalton.

My face—clear as day. His wasn’t visible, shadowed by the angle, but mine... mine was unmistakable. The moment captured looked intimate, like we were kissing. And to be honest, we were.

The caption was brutal:

*CEO by Day… Whore by Night.”

It was posted anonymously, already shared by hundreds—no, thousands—of people. Comments were pouring in. Some called me a fraud. Some shamed me. Some said they expected better. Others just mocked me for being caught.

My phone started vibrating violently beside me—call after call flooding in from different people. Investors. Press. Acquaintances.

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I handed the phone back
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