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I giggled. Putting her on speaker again, I went to Mythinder and took a screenshot of his profile. The profile picture is of him in a fitted white button up and his hair is styled nice. On his page, you can see a picture of him with his dog and another of him shirtless. And my goddess, it’s definitely hard to breathe when you’re looking at that one. He’s got a firm chest and a thin torso. He’s playing soccer in another one with very short shorts. You just want to lick the sweat dripping down his thigh muscles. I sent the screenshot to her and she was quiet as she clicked on it. “Holy shit he’s hot,” she groaned.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

Hand me your cell phone, I will set it up immediately," "Good" "Wow," she beamed, turning the screen to me, " sir, these are nice pictures of Miss Tracy. She looks gorgeous from this angle," she rattled on, zooming the pictures, "I think you should consider a career in photography." "Are you setting up an account for me or going through my gallery?" "Of course, I am not," she declared, biting her lip. "I need to pick the best pictures for the profile picture." "Ohh," I mouthed

"Are you jealous?" "You wish." I snorted, concentrating on the tomato in my burger. Nathan seemed to be stifling a laugh and Colton looked immensely entertained. "Where did you even see her? Were you stalking me, Smith? Going through all my exes pictures and comparing yourself to them?" I resisted the urge to pull out his tongue and stick it up to his nose. The last thing I would do is admit that I actually wanted to see if Victoria's niece was as beautiful as her aunt and unfortunately I wasn't pleased as I searched her on F******k and saw her profile pic. It was a pic of her in a blue and white bikini on a beach as she posed with both hands spread on sides and a huge smile on her gorgeous

We were tucked away in a corner where the only other patrons were high-end art dealers who were too busy with their commissions to notice the woman with the bloodshot eyes and the shaking hands. I looked down at the screen. It was a social media profile of a woman—vibrant, bold, and undeniably younger. Her feed was a curated mess of neon lights, expensive cocktails, and a face that was the definition of modern beauty. And there, in every second photo, were her lips. Painted in that exact, sickeningly sweet shade: Soft Nude Pink.