Nobody liked him in school besides other freaks, or girls who followed him around and said he had a big dick.
@loganstone did you or your team know who you were working with??? Do better. Do research.
Celebs are so fucking brainless.
A chill comes over my body as I read the post.
I want it to get buried.
Ineedit to.
But when I scroll down, I already see that it’s gaining traction. Someone only put it up ten minutes ago, but it has reposts. It has way too many likes. And the comments show a handful of people commenting in the last few minutes, asking if this is real.
Peoplelovea controversy.
They love feeling like they know information that someone else doesn’t know, too.
I tap the little red dot to report the photo. I flag it for misinformation, but the pop-up just gives me a generic response saying they’ll review my request. The post is still going to stay up, and even if they look at my moderation request, it might just get denied.
I hear the sound of the front door of the suite opening.
I lock my phone instantly, dropping it face-down onto the table as Chase walks in.
CHAPTER 26
CHASE
“Busiest shift of my life,” I tell Logan as I enter the room, already thumbing the buttons at the front of my shirt to slide it off. “I heard a group of women talking about your shoot, by the way. The whole table loved it.”
I walk over to where Logan is sitting on the couch and lean over to kiss him.
I pull back and look down at him, noticing something different in his expression.
“I’m so glad you’re finally here,” he tells me. “Can we turn off our phones and computers for the night and just… exist?”
“I haven’t even been able to check my phone since my break. I need to get back to a couple of texts?—”
“No texts,” Logan says, and after I pull off my shirt, he squeezes my hip. “They’ll still be there tomorrow, won’t they?”
I hum, sitting down next to him on the couch. “Fine. You’re right. Come here.”
I drag him over my lap on the long end of the couch, just wanting to feel his body against mine in every possible way.My whole body still feels lit from within, like I’ve accessed some new level of existence.
“How are you?” Logan asks me.
“I’m good. Really good, actually. I can’t remember the last time I felt so much possibility for my future. Maybe I’ve never felt that way. When I started getting serious about my art, I felthope, and I was proud of it. But… it was nothing like this.”
Logan’s expression seems far away. He’s gazing out toward the windows instead of turning to look at me.
“Be careful trying to get too much validation from the rest of the world, Chase. They can flip on a dime.”
“I know, I know.”
“I’m serious,” Logan says, finally turning toward me. He leans over, putting one hand onto my chest as he holds my gaze. “Don’t get caught up in any of it. Can you promise me you won’t?”
I frown at him. “Logan, are you okay?”
“Yes. No. I don’t fucking know.”
