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Avery
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
This is so bad.
By the time we get home, I just want to lock myself in my room for days and maybe never come out. Instead, I turn off my phone and go to bed. There isn't much we can do at midnight anyway.
How can I face the world? Half the fucking planet has seen my come face! I've seen my come face several times over now and it hasn't gotten any better.
I mean, I suppose it could be worse. On the bright side, I barely removed any clothes. Thank fuck it was just a quickie and all our bits and bobs were concealed. On the shitty side, it's obvious that I'm riding Ryan like an overly enthusiastic cowgirl enjoying her first time on a mechanical bull. Fuck. My. Life.
After leaving the cafe, we ran smack into Colton, who was coming in to warn me about the video. Too late. I now realize Colton probably knew exactly what Ryan and I were doing in the SUV, having followed us at a safe distance. No wonder no one else entered the parking garage while we were there. He was guarding the entrance. This is mortifying.
It seems like an obvious choice to work from home today.
I stare at my phone. It's been blowing up ever since the video went viral. Holly has our tech guy, Adam, trying to figure out how the footage from Ryan's dashcam was leaked. It's linked to his iPhone through an app and paid subscription service, but he's the only one other than the service provider that's supposed to have access to the video feed. I guess the long and short of it is that he was hacked.
God, I feel like one of those crazy people who think the government is spying on them through their microwave. There are literally cameras everywhere these days—on phones, computers, security systems, and mother fucking dashcams. If anything can be hacked at any given time, are people watching me take a shit? Fuck, are hackers watching me get off with my vibrator? I can't think about this right now or it will drive me insane. It already freaks me out when I talk about something random like buying a new mattress, and then suddenly I get a hundred mattress ads on my Facebook and Instagram feeds.
My phone vibrates again. I don't want to look, but I can't help myself.
Mom: Hi, Honey! Glad to see you and Ryan are back together! Good girl! I knew you'd find your way back to each other. Maybe next time, choose a less public parking lot. When Simon and I want to get frisky—
I stop reading and immediately delete the text. I don't want to know where my mother and stepfather go to get it on. I don't bother mentioning that it wouldn't have mattered if Ryan and I had parked in the Grand Canyon since he was hacked.
Ollie: WTF, Avery?
Ozzy: No brother should have to see that!
Ollie: I'm going to fuck Ryan up.
Avery: Oh, shut the fuck up, the both of you! I know you've been playing matchmaker since Ryan came home! And you two are ten times worse than me! I've seen your asses online, and I would bet my right arm you both have dick pics floating around somewhere.
Ozzy: Touché.
I throw my phone down on the couch beside me. Holly is trying to do damage control with me and the boys left for the rink hours ago. This morning Ryan was on the phone with his agent trying to find someone to take down the video.
I massage my temples, trying to dispel the headache I have forming behind my eyes. We are so fucked. The team does not need this right now. The second round starts tonight at home. Columbus is already in town, likely laughing their asses off at this colossal fuck up. There is no way they're not going to use this to try and get under Ryan's skin.
I'm going to get fired.
Team management is going to go apeshit if they haven't already.
"I'm sorry you're going to have to fire me," I half sobbed to Holly, who enters the living room, phone in hand.
"You're not getting fire," she rolls her eyes. "If you recall, a few photos of Luke and I surfaced a few months ago, involving my ass and me going down on him."
"Nobody knew that was you!" I cry out.
"Give me a break. Everyone knows that was me!"
"Okay, maybe they do now, but when it happened no one did! This is so much worse."
A few months ago, when Luke and Holly started dating, Holly dressed up in hockey garb, surprised Luke with a blow job, and was caught by a telephoto lens. The photos went viral. Holly's ass and her infamous, heart-shaped birthmark on her upper thigh are now the stuff of Northmen legend. At the time, it was played off as one of Luke's many sexploits, but after Holly and Luke took their relationship public, everyone correctly assumes the woman from the pictures is her.
"Any luck finding out how Ryan's dashcam was hacked or how to take it down?" I groan.
"Not yet," she laments. "Adam says it's hard to pinpoint who did it because most hackers are smart enough to know how not to get caught." Of course, they do.
