The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Sorry,” I stammer.

I dial Tristan’s number.

“Hi, Em.”

“Tristan, what the hell is going on?” I cry.

“We’re in meetings; I’ll call you later.”

“What?”

He hangs up.

“Ahhh,” I cry. My eyes fill with tears of frustration.

He wouldn’t believe it. Surely, he knows it’s not true . . . but there’s a photo as evidence.

I dial Molly’s number.

“Hey, chick, do you want a coffee?” she asks chirpily.

“Molly,” I cry in relief that someone answers their damn phone. “Oh my God, it’s all lies.” I stop on the spot on the busy sidewalk and move to the side up against the building to talk.

“What’s wrong?”

“The Gazette,” I stammer. “Google the Gazette. There’s an image on the front page of me kissing Jake, and it says we are having an affair.”

“What?”

“Somebody must have been following me, or . . .” I shake my head as I try and think of a logical explanation. “What the fucking hell is going on?” I whisper angrily.

“Holy shit.” She pauses. “I see it. Wait . . . when the fuck did you kiss Jake?”

“He kissed me last night,” I stammer. “I didn’t kiss him back, for fuck’s sake. Do you—”

“Hang on; I’m reading,” she interrupts me.

I put my hand over my face as I wait for her to read.

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

“Alan brought me back to my apartment and told me not to come into work today.”

“What?”

“He said that Mr. Miles will contact me later.”

“Well, what did Jameson say?” she asks.

“He won’t answer his phone. I called Tristan, but he said they are in meetings, and he’ll call me later.”

“Holy . . . fucking . . . shit. This is bad.”

“You think?” I cry.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. What do I do?”