“Let me guess,” Isaac says, sighing. “Daddy?”
“No, he already called earlier. Twice.”
My boyfriend’s face becomes stricken. “Shit, you didn’t tell him I didn’t pick you up from the airport, did you?”
“Yes. Why?”
Isaac groans in response. “Blake!”
“What? It’s not a big deal. Made more sense for me to park.”
“Yeah, buthewon’t see it that way. Fucking hell, babe, now he has another thing to hold against me.”
I swallow my own groan. Isaac’s desperate need to win my father’s approval has been a point of contention throughout our entire relationship. Not just Dad’s approval but anyone’s, really. Isaac isn’t happy unless he’s being adored by the masses. Not the most attractive quality in a man, and it would probably bother me a lot more if it weren’t for the fact that Isaac adores as hard as he craves adoration.
“My dad is just grumpy because you play football and not hockey,” I reassure him. “It has nothing to do with your personality. Deep down, he knows you’re amazing.”
“Fine,” Isaac huffs, then reaches for me again. “But now you owe me a make-out session to lift my spirits.”
When my phone vibrates again, I lean forward to put it away, but asI’m setting it on the nightstand, I catch a glimpse of the notification on the screen. It’s a message from Gigi, but I can only see the beginning of it.
GIGI
I’m so sorry, Blakey. Are—
I frown. She’s sorry? About what?
“Wait,” I say when Isaac presses his lips to my neck again. “Hold on, sorry. This actually looks important.”
I swipe to open the notification and discover not just one message but a bunch of them.
GIGI
Have you seen this?? Alex just sent it to me.
Maybe it’s a deep fake or something?
OK did some digging. It’s legit. The girl says it’s real. She just released an official statement.
I’m so sorry, Blakey. Are you okay?
“What is it?” Isaac asks, an impatient note in his voice.
This time, I can’t ignore the fluttery sensation in my stomach. Or the chill that sweeps through my body. Slowly, I ease away from him.
“Babe?” he presses.
I click the link Gigi included in her first message. When it pops up, I don’t bother to hit Play.
The title is bad enough.
Leaked SEX Tape: Pats prospect and cheerleader CAUGHT in explicit viral video!
DAD CHAT
JOHN LOGAN
*Hypothetically.* If one were to “remove” the cheating potato who broke their daughter’s heart, how could one do it without leaving a trace? Asking for a friend.
