Haunting-Adeline

in the world to happen—my body is fabulous. But I’ll definitely be
mor fied if they get leaked.
What if he uses them as blackmail? Never thought I’d think this, but
hopefully, he’s too obsessed with me to leak them. He’s already proven to
be highly possessive. If another man can’t even touch my thigh without
ge ng his hands cut off, then surely he wouldn’t show the world my naked
body?
“Did you delete them?” I nod, my forehead gra ng against the keys. I
cringe at the noise. If I don’t stop, my big ass head will ruin my laptop.
I li my head, pick up Daya’s glass of vodka and pineapple juice, and
start chugging. She doesn’t complain. In fact, she slides over the en re
bo le of vodka.
“Don’t obsess over it. If he hasn’t said anything about them yet, then
there’s a good chance he doesn’t have them.”
Her words do li le to make me feel be er, but I appreciate the
sen ment anyway.
“Who did you even send your nudes to?” she asks, snatching the bo le
of vodka from my hand a er I take a he y swig.
“I haven’t sent a nude since I was twenty. I take nudes because I like my
body and want to stare at it all day.”
Daya laughs. “I fucking love you.”
Sadly, she might not be the only one.
Her phone lights up. Ins nc vely, my eyes flash towards the screen, but
it’s her snatching it up like the phone caught fire is what draws my
a en on to it.
I quirk a brow, watching her glance nervously at me.
“You don’t forgive me for keeping secrets, but yet you’re doing the same
thing,” I state dryly.
She deflates, now looking like a dog caught with the toilet paper in its
mouth.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” she mumbles.
“About what?” I bark, holding my hand out expectantly for the phone.
She groans, tucking it further into her chest.
“Luke… he’s been tex ng me,” she starts. My eyes widen, alarm stark in
my eyes.
“Tex ng you about what? Just to hook up again?”