I swiped over, already knowing what I would see.
Sure enough, the next was the two women I’d seen entering after him.
I zoomed in at every spot I could, including trying to see the reflection on the mirror on the wall.
There was no sign of them in Tripp’s photo or him in theirs. For all anyone knew, the pictures could’ve been taken at different times.
Hell, in different years.
But that didn’t matter. Everyone jumped on the graphene thin evidence like the pictures showed some Cirque du Soleil style threesome happening before our eyes.
•Ohhhh GreerMoves, better get your man.
•They already got her man.
•They can have me, too. Damn.
•This is why I never care about Hollywood romances. It’s all fake. He might seem so sweet and charming, but he’s the same as the rest of them. A cheater.
•TBF, I don’t think he’s a cheater because I don’t think he’s with that other woman. He’s way out of her league.
•And if he is a cheater, who could blame him? If I could pull all those bitches, I wouldn’t settle down until my dick stopped working.
I exited out of the app and tossed my phone down. I should’ve deactivated my account. It would’ve been the smart thing to do. But the thought of touching it filled me with dread.
People were brutal. I knew that. I’d seen it in other comments sections.
But I wasn’t prepared for how much it would tear at me to have that vitriol aimed my way. And for what? It wasn’t like they knew more than that short footage had shown. Which was basically nothing. No kissing. No real touching. It looked like I was a platonic employee, and they still fucking demolished me.
My phone rang, and I snatched it, hoping like hell it was Tripp with some magic way to make it all better.
It wasn’t.
I hesitantly answered the unknown number since it could still be something related to him.
I should’ve learned my lesson last time.
“Greer,” Josh said before I even said hello.
I hung up and blocked the number that was different than last time.
Within thirty seconds, my phone was ringing again from a new number.
I didn’t answer.
More calls.
A variety of different numbers, each leaving messages that I also ignored.
I was about to turn off my phone—responsibilities be damned—to go hide in bed with the covers pulled over my head. Or maybe hide under the bed. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the real world right then.
Before I could, a text came through.
Unknown: I can do this all day. Online numbers are free and easy to get.
Unknown: But I don’t think you’d want that.
Unknown: I’m calling in 30 seconds. Answer, or I hit post on this video. And with your newfound fame… I wouldn’t be surprised if you went viral in minutes. I’m sure your boss would love that.
