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In reality, he wished — desperately — that it was his messages she was smiling at. They worked in silence for a moment before he spoke again, casually, like the question didn’t matter. “Uh… are you on Snapchat?” Kelsey blinked. “Yes.” His heart picked up speed. Progress. “Okay,” he said, leaning back like it was no big deal. “What’s your handle? I’ll add you.” For two seconds, she stared at him. Then she laughed. Not a small laugh. A full, uncontrollable laugh. Marcus frowned. “What’s funny?”

I looked like an Ivy League editorial—polished, intellectual, and completely unbothered by the digital negligence of a sophomore athlete. ​Internal pep talk execution: You are Kelsey Vance. You do not spiral over a hollow pink Snapchat arrow. If an NBA-bound boy wants to act like a ghost, we treat him like a house decoration. We move on. We pivot to the brand. Before leaving Room 304, I set my phone up on my desk, setting the timer for three seconds. I posed near the window light, letting the pastel pink accents of my bedframe hit the edge of the lens, snapping a rapid-fire series of full-body outfit checks. I stitched them together into a high-vibe, fast-paced transition video for my I*****

"Have you seen the link I have sent you?" "What link?" "Just check it out bro and don't do anything stupid." "Okay..." I hanged up.I clicked on the link that Jack sent me and staggered back.I was momentarily speechless in shock. 'Fashion guru and model Cardi was seen been cossy yesterday with her ex boyfriend Kanye in a party that was held at LA's eligible bachelor fashion designer Jonas Cluster's penthouse.Has the hunk Drake been dumped?

There is no fucking way Sarah Carpenter would have noticed me if I wasn't associated with a real life version of Silas — just more handsome, morally grey and dangerous. “Kieran,” I smiled, looking at the cold cup of tea on my table. “He's just there.” “Easy for you to say,” she laughed. “You're his fiancée.” For the next three days. I turned to her. “Can I take a picture with you?” She pressed her hand on her chest, her smile widened. “It would be an honour.” We positioned well, took some pictures, exchanged numbers and she left. Kieran had still not come back, and my mother wouldn't stop talking about Kieran. So I slipped away, looking for celebrities to take pictures with.

I gulped hard and picked up my bag waiting for him to finish exchanging pleasantries with the board members so we could go home. Out of the blue, the ladies who snubbed me from the commencement of the meeting gathered around me and raised their phone cameras in the air. Selfies were shuttering here and there and I was just trying to make sense of what was going on. Soon, they were making short videos. Some were going live on I*******m, TikTok, and X, saying things like, “Guys, guess who showed up today? Billionaire Adrian's queen and you all know I don't have time for dull moments; we are connecting with her right away.”

Kevin has saved a snap in chat. What. The. Fuck. Kevin saved the pic. My pulse started to race. We’re saving sus snaps now? I wish he’d told me before he sent that one last night of his dick. I sent back a snap of me raising an eyebrow inquisitively. I didn’t add a caption. *Sorry, want me to delete it?* *Nah, you’re welcome to save it. Just don’t go around showing people. For your eyes only.* Kevin sent back a pic of him looking a bit embarrassed. *Okay muscles are kinda hot.*

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."

I vowed to protect Charlotte from the incessant camera flashes, and so far, I had kept that promise to myself. I turned off the ignition and texted her, informing her that I had arrived. I opened my YouTube app, and scanned through videos of ‘break-ups’, ‘how to clean your stained car seat’, and the famous' Kardashians' drama. Everything on social media was shit, and I was about to exit when I saw a recommended video on the page. It had been posted by one Rita Hudson, and the thumbnail had a picture of Charlotte pecking Rita on the cheek. I found it cute and curiously opened it, noticing that it had been posted four years ago.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

As I am lying in bed a few hours later, just about to fall asleep, Tina shoots me a text. "Are you still up?". "Yes, barely" I texted back. "I have something for you" She responded. Curious as I just saw her a few hours ago. "What is it?" I hazily responded. Quickly she texted back "Check your Snapchat". At that moment, a snap popped on my phone from Betty. Confused, I opened the snap. What I was met with was a close up of Betty's smooth round bare ass. My mouth hung open as the snap timer clicked down and the pic was gone. Another snap came in, this time a video. Betty's ass wiggled as a hand smacked against the cheek, which I assumed was from my girlfriend Tina.