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Chapter Ten: The Aftermath

Author: Korie M.
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-25 14:33:39

Late November’s warmth wrapped Greenwich Avenue in a golden haze, the trees heavy with fading autumn leaves as I walked toward Justin’s car, my heart a tangled knot of love and dread. It was a week since our night on Tod’s Point beach, our bodies entwined under moonlight, his touch setting me ablaze until a paparazzi flash shattered our bliss. The TMZ headline—Justin Drake’s Beach Encounter with Mystery Woman—Who’s His New Love?—had exploded, the grainy photo of us tangled in the sand, my dress hiked up, his hands on me, plastered across X posts. My face, blurred but haunting, burned in my mind. I’d spent days dodging my phone, avoiding the whispers on Greenwich’s streets, my body still humming with the memory of him. He’d asked me to meet his family at their Greenwich estate, a step that felt like walking into a lion’s den—thrilling, terrifying, and heavy with the weight of his world. My jet-black hair hung loose, brushing my shoulders, my white dress clinging to my plus-sized curves
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