“I’m somewhat of a storyteller, and this isn’t unique.”
“I knew I should stay away, but I kept reasoning with myself, thinking I saw him first, finders keeper.”
“And of course, he was all too ready to mount America’s Sweetheart, I bet.”
“We agreed that we’d have a short fling, but it felt like so much more. When I was in a row with Brett’s wife, I yelled out that it was him that I had wanted, and Prim had snuck out to join us at Saturday Bons and overhead.”
“And we all know how strongly girls feel young love.”
“Yup.”
“Why wasn’t I told about this guy? No one’s talking about him.”
“I wanted to respect my family’s privacy. And his.”
“Are you willing to talk about him on air? We could spin this—”
“Absolutely not.”
Meghan whistles. “Wow, you certainly aren’t who I expected you to be. Most people would take any avenue to save themselves. Not you.”
“You’re not what I imagined either. Honestly, for a hot second, I thought you were going to backstab me for seeing Alistair.”
Meghan smirks. “He’s a good guy, but he’s not relationship material. We dated for some months, but every time we went on vacation, which was frequently because it’s literally part of his job, there they were, the bimbos he’s so well acquainted with. Brazen, beautiful, completely uncaring that I was on his arm. He never tried to hurt me, but there was just so much pressure.”
“That must have been hard.”
Meghan pulls out her phone. “Give me a sec, I just wanna see if there’s anything new out on the web before we put something up. Our first video should be good to go tomorrow. I’ll put a video on my feed, and you’ll post one on yours.”
Meghan’s face scrunches, and she looks up at me from her screen, her head tilted slightly.
“That guy you were talking about…was his name Garrett Flint?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You’re gonna wanna see this.”
