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“That’s it for today. You guys keep practicing!” Then, she lifted her feet and went back to the room she was in just now. Kai did not reveal his face, most likely because he felt that it was troublesome. However, he did watch the show. He posted a short clip he took of them earlier to his social media with the caption: “The daily life of a rich woman indulging in luxury!” Kai put his phone away when Nicole came in. “OMG, that was great!” Nicole rolled her eyes speechlessly at him. “If you say one more word, I guarantee that you won’t be able to get on the plane tomorrow!”

He was all she could think about. Khloe swiped past their messages and opened Nick's chat on her own. Their previous conversations were still there, crystal clear. Every short exchange was steeped in gentleness. She had been gentle; he had been gentler still. Khloe hadn't dared to look at them before—but now, when longing gnawed at her, reading them was the only comfort she had. She clicked on Nick's Instagram and suddenly saw that he'd posted a photo just five minutes ago. A nightscape.

“Coffee break?” “Sure,” Freya replied automatically. She set the camera down and reached for her phone. The notification was already there. OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM XANDER SAVAGE Her fingers trembled as she opened it. It read: (The Snapchat conversations circulating online are false. I have never met or spoken to Freya Woods personally. Any claims suggesting otherwise are untrue.) Her vision blurred. She scrolled. She glared at thousands of comments: "She’s lying." "Clout chaser."

Not when the entire world seemed to be exploding. I slipped out of his grasp and grabbed my phone. The moment I unlocked it, my stomach dropped. Over three hundred missed calls. Thousands of notifications. The top trending topic nationwide: #DamienVossScandal I clicked on one of the videos. It was the kiss from last night — crystal clear, shot from multiple angles. Damien’s hand on my ass, the way my leg flashed through the high slit of the crimson dress, the obvious passion between us. The caption read: “Billionaire steals son’s girlfriend and doesn’t even hide it.”

Davis was so busy with his laptop that when Kassady screamed he was so startled and almost threw his laptop because he thought the plane was about to crash or something. Sorry Davis” she immediately apologized. Davis sighed in relief when he noticed nothing was wrong with the plane and it was just one of Kassady’s drama. “Davis see see” Kassady said as she tapped Davis showing him how many followers she had on her I*******m and how their pictures were everywhere on the internet. “What’s that?” Davis asked Kassady as he was trying to see what she was showing him on her phone. “My followers,do you know I get followed every day even without uploading any pictures?” Kassady said happily.

He pulled her hair, smacked her ass, and talked filthier than ever. “Gonna fill you up again. Want you dripping with me all day at soundcheck.” Nova came hard, screaming his name. Kai followed, collapsing on top of her in a sweaty, satisfied tangle. As they caught their breath, Kai’s phone buzzed relentlessly. He checked it and cursed. “The photos went viral internationally. Every major tabloid has them. There are already stories calling you my ‘mystery girlfriend’ and worse—some blind items suggesting you’re just using me for fame.” He showed her the screen.

“I know babe, I'd be careful.” Aretha returns with Aleandro and Lucian, We're all watching the television when once again the beach photoshoot with Kane airs and the newscaster announces that the pictures now has over three billion streams and likes, Evelessa tries to switch off the television with the remote but I don't let her, I just look at Lucian and tell him to promote my private pictures with her and in less than ten minutes, the pictures break the internet. Aretha chuckles “Baby…you've got two billionaires in a blood bath for you…tell me what you did girl”.

The stupid, reckless, perfect kiss. I slam the phone face down on my pillow, but it buzzes again almost instantly. Lily, of course. Lily: “Girl. Wake up. You’re on the internet. And it’s delicious.” I type back with fingers still shaky: Me: “NO.” She sends a string of laughing emojis, then another screenshot. #FlynnAndKaya trending in bold letters, Fan edits, slow-motion clips, someone’s even put our photos side by side with sparkles and dramatic music.

I'm the Billionaire's son, no doubt but I've always kept things about my life private. I owned difficult social media accounts with millions of followers but I haven't posted anything about myself. But Kade on the other hand posts more than thirty pictures a day. He posts pictures of himself, girls, plenty of girls, parties, drinks, his friends... There's just so much and I've lost count.

Now that he’d finally achieved success, the first thing he did was to abandon the very person who stood by him through those years of hardship. How tragically poetic. Before heading to the train station the next morning, I instinctively checked my phone. Kian and Isabel had both updated their socials. Kian posted a vlog with the caption: "Morning, corporate slaves." In the vlog, he stood in pajamas, brushing his teeth. In the mirror behind him, there was the reflection of another pink toothbrush holder. Then the camera cut to a carefully prepared breakfast spread. Two gourmet sandwiches and two hands clasped together across the table.