“Doesn’t stop people reading it though, does it? People fucking love gossip, and the more salacious, the better. Out of anyone, you should know that.”
“No, I know.”
I hung my head and sobbed through my words. “This is so unfair, Jupe. It’s so unfair! And it’s unfair to Drew, too. He’s done nothing wrong.”
“I know.” He stood up and hugged me again. “Come on, let’s eat. It’ll make you feel better.”
I wasn’t hungry anymore, but I didn’t know what else to do with myself.
I was helpless.
I let Jupiter guide me numbly back to the kitchen and sit me down on a bar stool while he started cooking. He took two beers from the fridge, opening them and handing me one. I took a sip.
Maybe I should just get very, very drunk.
I groaned, placing my head down on my forearms. How was this even happening?
Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as Drew thought.
I reached over the counter to where I’d left my laptop and slid it over, opening up Google. I typed in my name and Drew’s, and nothing came up except for news of his suspension. I started hitting the refresh button every five seconds, until I became faster than a twitchy teen jonesing for Ariana Grande tickets.
And then it appeared.
I clicked on it, my hand flying up to my cover the gasp leaving my mouth.
This was worse than bad.
There was one picture of me watching Drew at a game, but Wolfie was still pregnant, so they must have taken it as a still from the replay.
But another was of him picking me up at the studio last week, followed by several pictures of him kissing me full on the mouth through the car windshield, making us look like a pair of horny teenagers. I zoomed in, gasping again in horror, at my tongue which was visible as it slid toward his.
The pictures were almost worse than the article.
Almost.
EXCLUSIVE: DREW CRAWLEY IN LOVE TRIANGLE WITH FITNESS INSTRUCTOR
Emerson Reeves, a rising star in the fitness world, has been completing some extra-curricular activities in the form of after-hours workouts with New York Rangers star player, Drew Crawley, including big plans to spend the Thanksgiving holidays together.
While Crawley is no stranger to bed hopping with beautiful women, he clearly didn’t care that his latest conquest was already taken. And according to sources, this has been going on for a while.
However, the news is very much to her current boyfriend, hero cardiologist, Dr. Richard Jessop’s, dismay.
One source added, “He’s been shocked by this. He saves lives for a living, but it doesn’t compare to a professional athlete earning millions a year. When he found out he had just finished a long heart surgery, went home and discovered them in his bed.”
Unfortunately for Dr. Jessop, he won’t be able to mend his own broken heart.
We contacted Drew Crawley’s representatives, but they were unavailable for comment.
I felt Jupiter tense next to me, as he read over my shoulder.
“Oh my God.Oh my God.”
I didn’t know what else to say.
“I think I’m going to be sick. There’s not one shred of truth in this! They’ve basically called me a gold digging, cheating whore! Jupe, what do I do?”
He rubbed his hands over his face, scratching his beard.
