The Billionaire Waitress
“Stay close to him tonight. I don’t trust this city.”
A tech reporter, all slick hair and clipboard, approached. “Kayla Reed, right?” he said, his pen poised. “TMZ’s still buzzing about that ultrasound leak (September 2027). Care to comment?” My heart skipped, but I forced a laugh, echoing the press tour (November 2027). “Old news, fabricated drama,” I said, my voice steady. “Nexus is the story tonight.” He smirked, jotting notes. “Fans on X aren’t buying it. They’re saying, ‘Kayla’s baby’s real!’” I shrugged, my smile tight. “Let them talk.” He wandered off, but his words stung, Elise’s shadow looming—her ultrasound leak, her gala taunt. Was she here, watching?
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