“It’s fucking brilliant more like it. The cunt had it coming.”
So, the storm clouds of trolling have blown right on over to Connor and his latest conquest. I hope the asshole has an umbrella ready.
Actually, no, I don’t. I hope he gets soaked right through.
“I saw nothing on the news pages, either,” Josh adds. “And evenJuicee Goss Queenshave removed your story from the top of their feed.”
“Hell. That really is something.”
The cow bags atJuicee Goss Queenshave been milking my story for likes and comments ever since the drama first kicked off. They got thousands and thousands of followers off the back of it. Over five million views on one single post.Ella Edwards, the cheating whore who created an idol!
I did help create an idol, over seven years of hard work, but that means nothing to anyone. Especially not them. Not in the way they think it does. Connor’s stupid wallowing song about me may have gone viral and propelled him into the public eye, but that wasn’t my doing. Far from it.
Maybe his bullshit antics with Katie will at least add some shade to his holier than thou status.
“This is amazing,” I say, transfixed as I scout the news feeds.
Katie and Connor, Katie and Connor, Katie and Connor…
Josh clears his throat while I’m still scrolling. I look over at him.
“If you’re feeling this much more confident, shall I message Tiff again? Make sure the paps are still gone from Belgravia?”
The wriggly worm comes back with a vengeance at that. My confidence is growing fast, but Belgravia still feels out of reach.If people ruined our home for us. If they found us there and kept us trapped, or we had to move permanently…
“It’s ok if not,” Josh says, reading my face. “It’s just a suggestion. Your pace, baby.”
“I’d love to go home, it’s just…”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, my bad. I was just excited by the social media calm after the shit storm.”
“I am, too. I’m really excited. Crazy excited! It’s just that doing proposals is a little bit different to moving back home, isn’t it? Safer. We’d both be trapped in the apartment if things kicked off again. I wouldn’t be able to leave the place, and wouldn’t want you to face it, either.”
“I’d face anything for you, Ella. Anything.”
“I know you would.”
Josh’s eyes are so beautiful, his brows so firm as he stares at me so protectively.
It takes me back to the time a bunch of idiots were calling me trash in the street before I moved to Belgravia. A shitty byproduct of an exhibitionism client too close to home.
Josh kicked their bikes over and told them to fuck the hell off in no uncertain terms. It was amazing. No, scratch that. It was magnificent.
I know he’d do the same for overzealous photographers and people shoving microphones in my face, but I don’t want that. I want to be able to go home without any chaos, safe and sound.
“Hopefully Connor will still be acting like a total tosser in a few months’ time,” Josh fills the silence. “Your name will be long buried in the social media graveyard by then.”
My eyes widen.Months.When I was playing cautious, that wasn’t exactly the timeline I was considering.
“What?” Josh asks. “It’ll be fine, Ella. Absolutely fine.”
“I was talking weeks tops before we try and go home, not months. Just enough time to assure myself that not everyonein the entire universe knows my face on sight. The cab driver last night sure didn’t. Neither did the client.” I pause. “Hell, who knows? If Connor keeps being this much of a dickhead for the public, even just a couple of proposals might give me the confidence to face Belgravia. Last night set me off like a firecracker.”
“And so will tonight,” he says. “Another red-hot proposal will keep that firecracker burning bright.”
I adore how he smirks as he says firecracker. I feel Holly in my veins, back to life.
I go over and straddle my boyfriend, tangling my fingers in his bed messy hair. His purple streak is always so stand out in the morning.
