I pull out my phone, keen to check my email to see if there are any more responses. I couldn’t believe it when I checked it this morning and found seven emails from women telling me how much they appreciated both my open letter to Asher and the photo of Jake.
I half listen to Mel as I log into my email. My notification centre starts going crazy, so much so that Mel stops talking long enough to give me an odd look. My eyes widen. Holy shit! I have thirty-three unread messages.
“What the hell is that?” she asks, curiously craning her neck to try and see what I’m doing.
“Phone is playing up,” I mumble. I shove it back in my bag and get to my feet. “Anyway, I better get going. See you tomorrow?”
“’Course,” Mel grins.
As soon as I get home, I power up my MacBook. My hands shake as I log into my email. My heart nearly stops when I see I have over two hundred waiting for me. They must’ve still been loading on my phone. And I was impressed with thirty-three. I click on the first one, a shiver of excitement racing through me.
Dear Playbook,
I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for outing that asshole. I had a very similar experience with him and tried to tell my story but nobody was interested. I feel totally elated that the world finally knows what he is like.
I hope you continue to out every one of those cheating scumbags.
Yours,
Jazz
The buzz that hits me from reading the first email is way better than my morning Espresso and it spurs me on. I click and read email after email, my excitement growing with each one. How has this become so big? Thank God I set up a new email account for this.
I open another:
Playbook,
These bastards need taking down! Keep doing what you’re doing!
YOU RULE
Anon.
Short and sweet but still
just as fucking amazing. I’m in shock that so many people not only read my online blog, but actually took the time to write to me.
A subject title catches my eye so I scroll my mouse to the email and click to open it.
Cocks ahoy!
Dear playbook,
You have sparked my interest in these men – I’ve been single for six years now and what I wouldn’t give to have one of these men in my bed. Just so you know, not every girl is interested in a relationship – Some—like me—are just after sex with no strings, and after seeing Jake Tanner nude on your blog– I’m offering to go under cover for you just so I can get up close and personal with his beautiful big cock. What girl wouldn’t want a ride on that?
If you need an undercover reporter – I’m your girl. And I’m not even joking!!!
P.S. Did you take the picture?? Was it as impressive in person??
Mel
I let out a laugh. Is that my Mel? No chance. Rather than email a blog she’d just hunt Jake down herself and mount him.
After an hour, by which time it had climbed to nearly three hundred emails, I decide that I need a break. A caramel latte. My mouth salivates just thinking about it.
I haven’t been back to my usual place since the incident, but I’ve found a substitute a few streets over. Their coffee is just as good and the staff are all female, so there’s no chance of a repeat. I groan, my face heating up just thinking about it. I screwed up any chance I had with him when I coated him in my secondhand coffee. Not that I think I ever had one in the first place. Guys like him don't go for girls like me. I’d have better luck with Jake Tanner.
Grabbing my jacket, I run down the stairs of my block of flats and turn left down the hill towards the shops. Sighing, my mind wanders back to my new interest. Who would’ve known that so many women were feeling the same way and have been treated the same by these so-called pillars of society. The worst thing is, if they weren’t so focused on themselves, they could be doing amazing things for the confidence of young kids who didn’t have anyone to look up to.