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Videos of Coop having sex?
“Are we going to survive this one, Mattie?”
“I hope so, Butterfly. We have to.” He hands me the plastic bag again. “Might as well find out now.”
“If it’s positive?” I mumble the question, not knowing my own answer.
“According to the box it means you’re pregnant.” He gives me that playful smirk. “Thea, I swore to you that no matter what happens, you have me. This scandal will only bring us together—you and me. Neither one of us can speak for Coop, he’s his own man.”
A man whose father had a heart attack and who is only now coming to terms with his sexuality. Not sure how he’s handling this. I wish we’d gone with him.
ChapterThirty-Nine
Tristan
After a five-hour flight,and the thirty-minute drive that followed, I arrive at the hospital where they’d rushed my father. He had a heart attack during his drive home. His car crashed against a semi, and he has a few broken ribs, a broken hip, and bruises.
I haven’t seen him and later today, the cardiac surgeon will perform open heart surgery. I didn’t understand the medical terms, but it’s best if they perform the hip surgery at a later date, when they know his heart can withstand that second surgery.
“This is all your fault,” Fey screams, handing me her tablet.
The frozen image of two men stares back at me. She taps the glass and the motion starts. A dark-haired man kneels in front of… Chills run through my body.
Matthew.
The man standing, grasping onto the hair of his lover is Matt. It’s difficult to make out the face of the man with him, but it’s me. I’m the one in a very compromising position with a very intimate part of his body. In my mouth.
My eyes move from the screen toward my sister. “What the fuck, Fey?”
She shrugs, taking her seat at a table away from me. “I don’t know, a friend of mine sent me the link. She knows I like Without A Compass.” Tapping the screen, she changes the browser tab, showing me a Google image search of MJ Decker—naked with another man. “You’re famous.”
“Please tell me this isn’t you, Tristan,” Mother pleads with that insufferable voice I’m starting to hate. “These are men. Men.”
Yes, they are.
Weare men, in love.
Fey looks at her nails, then glances at me. “I hope you’re happy. Because this and other filth alike is what sent our father into the predicament he is in right now.”
I swallow hard, worried about what’s going viral and hoping we can stop it before my girl realizes what’s going on. Searching through my phone’s browser for Matthew Decker, I stumble upon her old name.
Aggie Levitz.
Articles of her pop up as I google her name—the mention of a hit and run, an OD at a bar. Shivers run through my veins as I remember her fears, that someone will find her and sell her. Former model and child star is back. Pictures of her with Matt and a blurry second man stare back at me.
That’s me, my body. Fuck.Fuck.
One picture in particular grabs my attention. It’s of Thea and me at the pool. As I tap on it, an entire article that includes a sex video appears. Matt isn’t with us. Wait, we’re inmypool. My eyes lift toward my sister whose triumphant grin takes over her entire face.
That day at my house when she came by with Victoria.
Fucking. Bitch.
My ears buzz with rage. my entire body vibrates and I’m about to explode.
“You gotta be shitting me,” I yell at Fey.
“This! You did this.” I point at the phone.
