“It’s probably not Hayden, Tatiana,” I said. “Don’t believe the hype.”
“Oh, it’s definitely Hayden.” She laughed. “Look at them now and give me your thoughts.”
“No, I—”
“Look. At. Them.” She goaded me. “I texted you a few links.”
“Fine.” I sighed and put her on speaker. “Hold on.”
I clicked on the first link—expecting to be met with another montage of exposed-ab outtakes from his recent GQ cover shoot, but—
OH. MY. GOD!
My jaw dropped to the floor.
Hayden was standing on a balcony, his perfectly chiseled body on full display, a satisfied smirk on his lips. His eyes were staring right at the camera, saying, “Come here,” and there was a Cuban cigar in his left hand.
His cock stood hard and erect between his legs, thick and huge. Far bigger than any of the cocks I’d ever seen.
How the hell does any woman take all of this?
I shook my head in utter disbelief, unable to stop staring at it.
I scrolled down to look at the other pictures, him in other positions. His cock was breathtaking at every angle.
In all the years that we’d been friends, I’d jokingly asked why women couldn’t seem to get enough of him in the bedroom, why they’d asked for “repeats” long after he’d turned them down.
“Is your dick magical or something?” I’d say.
He’d laugh and say something sarcastic, and I continued to assume that they were blinded by his looks.
His cock pictures shattered that notion all at once.
How does it even fit?
“Um, hello?” Tatiana’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you there?”
“Yeah…”
“You agree it’s him, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are your panties wet now?”
Hell yes. “Nope.” I clicked off the picture. “Can I tell you about Simon Gaines now?”
“Depends. Does he have some dick pics that I can stare at?”
“No.”
“Then, no.” She laughed. “I’ll happily listen to it tonight when I get home from working out, though.”
“So much for being a new friend.”
“We’re still enemies.” She ended the call, and I laughed.
Hayden never called me back, and against my better judgment, I spent the entire flight to New York staring at his dick for far longer than I would ever admit.
Four
Present Day
Hayden
“Can you give me any reason why I woke up this morning with your balls in my face?” Lawrence slammed a paper onto the café table. “Better yet, you want to tell me why your six-inch slong is currently the number one trending topic in the country?”
“First of all, hello, Lawrence.” I smiled at him. “I see that you’re angry as usual on this lovely afternoon.”
“Answer my question.”
“Second of all, I’m happy to let you know that my ‘slong’ is definitely longer than six inches.”
“Give me a reason, Hayden.” His face reddened. “Give me a reason right now.”
I said nothing.
I just watched as he popped a handful of stress relief pills and placed his hand over his heart. His “I’m so sick of you putting me through this shit,” speech was inevitable.
In the past, he’d effortlessly handled drugged-out rock stars, popstar princesses with secret addictions, and boy bands with international fandoms. Yet, for some strange reason, he claimed that my scandals were the ones that drove him to the brink of insanity.
“If you think pleading ignorance is going to get you out of this one, you’re sadly mistaken.” He pushed the printed headlines closer to me. “Look at what they’re saying about you so far.”
I glanced down at the words and tried not to smile.
The COCK-y King of New York Indeed
Cinder’s CEO Can ‘Hunt’ Us Down Any Day
Hayden Hunter Shows Us His Huge … Ego
“These are very creative,” I said. “Would you like me to host a contest for the best one?”
“Shut up, Hayden.” He pulled up a chair and signaled for the manager. “I called Sinful Suit a few minutes ago and spoke to the editor in chief. She said that an anonymous person randomly submitted these an hour before their issue went to print.”
“Oh?” I smiled.
“Yes. Oh.”
“Any idea who might have perfectly curated, nude photos of you at their disposal?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “You did say that we needed to give them something else to talk about, so I gave them something else to talk about.”
“I’m sorry that I wasn’t more specific about the type of shit I meant.” He held up his hands in surrender. “You need a fucking avalanche of good press at this point. I’m talking children’s hospital visits, soup kitchen volunteer hours, the works.”
“That sounds staged as hell, Lawrence. Everyone will see right through it.”
“Not if you do a good job and convince them otherwise.” He picked up his briefcase and set it on the table. “We can get started by using Penelope to show off more of your human side. Let’s put your overbearing friendship to work for a change.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tell her that she needs to join you on a shopping spree in full view of the press,” he said. “We’ll call some photogs and have them put a spin on ‘Most Generous Best Friend’ or something. Then we’ll make sure the cashier leaks the amount you spend on her, which should be at least seventy-five thousand dollars. Oh, and when you two are out, she should…”