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he asked with his eyes widened as he leaned in expectantly for my reply. I blinked in disbelief at the sudden turn of conversation. "I hadn't heard about that, but if it's true, then I wish him all the best. But don't believe everything you see about me online, especially on F******k," I simply said, shooting a pointed look at sexymanager67. (I don't remember his real name, but that crazy username is unforgettable, unfortunately.) He eagerly positioned his phone and began to take pictures with me. "If you don't mind, I want to post these selfies on I*******m, F******k, and Snapchat."

infact I haven't even logged in on I*******m since that night when Gideon called. “See, log in right now your Followers are skyrocketing and ignore the negative comments, I will come over after work” She said, I heard her start her car. “I will call you later” “Okay” I replied and frowned when I saw my notifications and it was a lot. I logged into my I*******m and found almost a million likes and two hundred plus comments on my last picture I posted and I scrolled down, the same happened to most of my posts then I went back to check my followers.

Gil asked. “Which comments? I didn’t see any post from you.. I was the one who posted on Facebook.”Maan said. “I posted on my Instagram account.” Gil answered. “Why do you always post on Instagram?You know I don’t have an Instagram account. You’re unfair.” she said. “ I was already tagged on your Facebook post, so I don’t see a need to post the same content. It’s nice to have an Instagram account too you know. You should make one.” he suggested.

Of course, I used the fake name, I just need to see the posts, and that’s it. That’s another day talk that I visited Inessa’s profile, at least seven times now. One minute I was checking my and Inessa’s pictures from the last night, the next second I was in her profile. She posted some of her getting-ready pictures, one in front of the mirror after she was ready for the night, and many other. with 269k followers I must say, she is a celebration of the online world. Her most post around her daily life, working in the charity, gala, schools, church, bible quotes, her travel vlog, friends, siblings, just everyday things.

Still, I am no longer afraid of any of them because I am proud of being the girlfriend of Ashton Pritzgold. I fished out my phone in my pocket, and for the first time after a long while, I made a selfie. With excitement, I opened my I* account, and I made a post with the caption"Watching My Boyfriend's Football Game ILY#23", and this time I never hesitated to post it before the start of the game.

"Well, since we share the same name, I can spare you some money if you're truly struggling to live by. But lying isn't very becoming of a young lady, you know." I clenched my fists and took a deep breath to suppress the fury bubbling inside me. "Are you sure she's Deborah?" I asked Isaiah. "Of course! Now get lost already. I've never seen anyone so shameless!" I stared them down before pulling out my phone to log into my dormant Instagram account. Then, I made a new post with the caption, "I'm back." Immediately, a flood of comments came pouring in. "Whoa! You're finally back! Where have you been these past months? You promised to jam with us when you got here!"

The moment I stepped in front of the mirror, even I was stunned. “So pretty.” “Of course. My best friend has to be pretty.” She immediately grabbed her phone, took ten mirror selfies in a row, and posted the unedited photos straight to Instagram. The likes came in almost instantly. [Gorgeous. Excuse me while I lose my mind. I’m your long lost wife, remember me?] [Beautiful, just so you know, I’ve never been kissed. Could you kiss me? I’m a girl, by the way.] [Oh my God, she’s already pretty on a normal day, but when she actually tries, she becomes unreal. Post more. I’m invested.]

He asked since I was lost in thoughts again. "I want that project to be in motion as soon as possible or else I will have you fired. Now get out..."Nina, what are you doing to me? I got out my phone, tapped on my Instagram app, searched for her and there our morning post was with one million likes in two hours.Getting my husband ready. Isn't he a gem?Some comments were hilarious, others sweet and very few mean.I kissed the photo on the screen and begun talking to it, "We do look good together..."

It might be hard to believe but I was content with my less than one thousand followers count. The increase in followers isn’t the only new thing I notice. The pinned comment has generated more likes, same as mine. There are about one hundred replies under my comment but I don’t check them. This is so fucked up. Back to my WattsApp, I send Maria a text. Me: What’s going on? Maria: You’re popular!!! Not funny. She highlights one of the pictures she sent. I didn’t d******d it so I do it now. It’s a repost of my picture from vogue. Vogue USA shared my post on their Instaagram story with my reply to that comment as their caption.

"Damn Iñigo even the sound of your laughter was hot." Oh shoot I did not just said that. My cheeks scalded, "I-I mean y-you're hot but I mean -umm never mind." He chuckled at my embarrassment. Again. And are those two dimples on his cheeks. Whoa! No way! Grabbing my phone, I quickly snagged a shot and posted it on my instagram account. "Hey what did you just do?" He frowned trying to grab my phone. "Why did you post my photo?"