I’ve been lying back on my couch in the living room ever since Chase went back down to work, scrolling through it all.
I’m glued to it in a way I’m not used to.
Typically, the online gossip makes me feel awful, and I don’t spend too much time looking at what millions of strangers are saying about me.
This time, it feels different.
Firstly, I’m desperately relieved to see that all of the gossip about Caitlyn Grener has died down. I give her a quick call, letting her know that her awful, false story should be old news to the internet soon enough. The few posts I’ve seen about her lately have actually been supportive, with some of my own fans reposting the statement my team made that Cait never cheated.
But it’s different for a bigger reason, too.
This flood of attention is mostly on me, yes.
It’s also about Chase, though.
Most people don’t delve deep enough to see the name of my photographer, but a small portion of millions of people is still a large number. Some people are really curious about him.
I see a few comments about him, even on the main photos on my profile:
Holy shit, this photographer is sick.
This is, like, actual art. Bravo, Chase Cameron, whoever you are.
Ummmm gonna need this photog to take pics of my bf, ASAP.
How did they manage to make Logan Stone look like a football player, an intellectual, and a Greek statue, all in one photoshoot?
I lose myself in it all night.
And right before Chase comes up after his shift, I see something.
My eyes catch on a new post that was made.
My name was tagged in it…
But the post isn’t like the others.
Someone posted the picture of me and Chase from last week at the art gallery bar, and next to it, they stitched a picture of one of my nudes.
But when I swipe to the left, there’s another picture.
It’s an old one.
A scanned Polaroid of Chase.
He has multicolored pills on his palm, holding his hand out for the photo like he’s offering them on a platter. There’s a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and he’s shirtless, with his nipples still pierced in the photo and a lot fewer tattoos at that time. He looks like himself, but… lost. With darker circles under his eyes, and an expression that communicates how much he doesn’t care.
My gut drops as I look at the caption.
Knew this guy back in high school.
Chase Cameron.
He’d do anything for drugs and sex, so I guess he’s probably enjoying his payday from a celeb shoot?
Anyway, beware.
He’s an actual fucking freak. In and out of mandated therapy, hospitals, and almost got expelled.
