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Chapter Fifty-Eight

Griffin

–Noah: You okay?

–Emmett: We need proof of life or we’re calling 911.

–Sebastian: I’m worried about you.

–Huxley: It’s going to blow over. Trust me on this.

–Nicholas: Tell me you’re okay.

–Grant: Don’t make me go over there.

When I open my eyes the next morning, I see hundreds of texts from my brothers. I only read the last six or seven and snort at Grant’s threat.

–Me: I’m not dead. I was sleeping.

There. That should shut them up.

–Emmett: Do you need anything?

–Grant: Are you hung over?

–Me: No. I didn’t drink.

The devastation I felt last night wasn’t something alcohol could soothe. The problem is that I don’t know what could.

–Nicholas: Good for you. Excessive drinking solves nothing.

–Me: I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.

It’s a lie. I feel anything but fine. As a matter of fact, I feel worse than I did yesterday. My career is fucked, all the respect I worked for lost. And the girl I thought was special couldn’t keep her mouth shut. The fact that I’m her sex toy muse is the final nail in the coffin.

Charles sent a couple of texts, but I don’t look at them. They aren’t going to be anything positive, and my mood is gloomy enough.

My phone rings. I stare at the ceiling. If it’s a gossip-seeking reporter, I’m going to pitch the phone against the wall.

The screen reads Mom. What does she want?

The phone quits ringing. Maybe she butt-dialed.

The phone starts ringing again. I pick it up.

“Haven’t you done enough?” I demand rudely. I’m beyond caring.

“What do you mean?”

“That damn article. All my adult life, I’ve only asked for one thing: keep me out of your melodrama. I told you I don’t want to be mentioned in any of the articles about you. I begged you to make sure our relationship didn’t become public. But no, you couldn’t do that.”

“Griffin, I did my best,” she says. “Nobody knew who you were for thirty-four years. It’s not my fault the paparazzi are persistent.” She pauses for a moment. “You knew you couldn’t hide forever. Eventually they were going to find out you’re Ted’s and my son.” Another pause. “Although the love-child angle is ridiculous. There was never any love between me and your father.”

“Who cares about your relationship with him?”

“I do!”

“Well, I don’t!” The ache in my head throbs. “Why are you even calling? To defend yourself?”


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