He denies he deserved the level of humiliation he was served.
The absolute wanker.
He also implies that Eve might also have been unfaithful after he found her being whisked from the scene by another man.
He stops short of naming me. He knows I’d sue him just for the hell of it. But Eve.Ah, Eve.What a shit Atherton is.
“This is nothing to worry about. Anyone with half a brain would see this for what it is.”
“I still hate him.”
“As is your right.”
“Did you see the post before it? Scroll down a little.”
I do, though this time, I’m prepared.Unlike last night.My expression barely flickers at the image of Eve looking all kinds of lovely, her hand resting over Fin’s. Despite my outward calm,internally I still feel fiery. Which is ludicrous, given she barely tapped Fin’s hand in reprimand to some stupid comment he made.
“Silly, isn’t it?”
“Absurd,” I answer, surprised by the evenness of my tone.
“You’re not worried it’ll cause a glitch in our relationship matrix?”
“No.” I try not to frown. “But it is borderline libelous.”
“We should sue their asses, then make Mitchell choke on my dick!” Her fist thumps the table, making the silverware dance. Bo barks and jumps up, trotting off to investigate the phantom knock on the door.
“I told you he’s not the brightest.” I could be referring to Bo or her ex. Or both.
“He is such a ...” Eve presses her fingers to her temples as though to stem a sudden ache. “This implies I am as bad as him. I amnothinglike him.”
“Of course you aren’t.”
“But people talk.” She can’t hide her concern as her eyes find mine.
“Gossip is the tax you pay for other people’s insecurities.” I reach out, cupping her cheek. “Your dignity can never be taken away from you, no matter what they say.”
“I like that.”
“Good, because it’s true. Fuck them, and fuck what they say. As for this”—I hand back her phone—“don’t give it another thought. Privacy laws in the UK are very strong. Perhaps my legal team can get an injunction. At least, stop them peddling more lies.”
“Do you think so?”
“I don’t see why not.” I make the mistake then of swallowing another mouthful of now-very-cold coffee before pushing back my chair.
“I know what you’re saying—that it doesn’t matter—but if you could get this taken down, I’d appreciate it so much.”
“Leave it with me.” I press my hand to her shoulder, taken aback as she reaches for it, and a pleasant warmth spreads through me.
