The TV remained turned on. She had slept out in the armchair like some ninety-year-old granny, but the Geordie Shore marathon went on. She looked at the clock. On a Saturday night, she was already passed out in front of the TV by nine o'clock. What a crazy life she had.
She kicked the messenger bag and clothing bag aside as she dragged herself across the floor while the thumping resumed.How come? She screamed as she pulled open the door.Her partner in crime and best buddy was standing on the other side of the door, fist lifted in mid-knock.Mia said, "Oh my goodness, you're still alive."Peyton moved back to allow her entry into the flat, giving her a perplexed look. Whatever had happened must have been serious because she was carrying ice cream and alcohol.After placing her supply bag on the kitchen counter, Mia turned to observe Peyton. She stepped forward, reaching out to cup her face and giving her a pitying gaze. She pushed her hand away, Peyton.How come? She enquired. "What in the world is happening?""Why didn't you return my call?"Peyton glanced at the spot where she had left her phone upon entering. The place it had landed was still where it was, forgotten. After sitting down with her meal and drink, she hadn't given it any more attention.With Mia staring at her, Peyton became a bit concerned and asked, "Just tell me what the fuck happened." "Is Cassie doing well?"Cassie is alright, Mia remarked. Since I haven't heard anything different, I believe she is okay. After all, no news is good news."Cease! To stop Mia from droning on, Peyton raised a hand. "Just explain everything to me.""Dale is here."Peyton had a loss of blood flow to her face. She still loved Dale even though they had been through some growing pains together. In the event that something happened to him, she was unsure of what to do."Oh my God, what took place? Is he alright? Is he really dead? God, please, please tell me he's still alive.Mia growled, "He's not dead... yet," which caused Peyton to take a critical look at her.What on earth is meant by that?""Is your laptop somewhere? Mia enquired as she peered about."Mia, what the fuck!""See, I'll be able to show you more easily. Where is it, then? Your notebook computer. Give it to me," Mia said, raising her hands in a "give me" motion.Peyton walked to her room, stomped on the desk that Mia had crammed in there with her queen-size bed, and took her laptop, praying that the cause of her strange behavior would soon become clear.She placed it on the kitchen counter and said, "Here."Mia clicked about as she opened the lid. Both she and Peyton were aware of each other's passwords. They had nothing to hide."There!"With a victorious gesture, Mia pointed to the television.Peyton furrowed her brows as she glanced over the F******k page. It was a F******k profile of Dale.How come?""Observe! With a point, Mia stated.Peyton squinted at the screen, bending down to see the state of their connection.She read, "Married to Starr Sparkles." "However, loving hell?"When Mia clicked on the photo gallery, it was visible. Her fiancee planted a kiss on what could only be a showgirl from Las Vegas while a beaming Elvis Presley watched on. The following picture showed them both in a limousine, their mouths pressed together and a brilliant diamond glimmering on her ring finger.This is not possible to be taking place. It seems like she's dreaming. A nightmare triggered by combining her beverages and consuming Thai cuisine that had been mashed into a mushy mixture inside a plastic bag. Her fiancé could never have married a showgirl in Vegas in a flash while she was left behind in Australia, clueless about what was going on. For crying out loud, this was Dale. Boring, dependable, and sensible Dale. He was not one for spontaneity. He didn't take any action that hadn't been thoroughly considered. It was the reason they didn't have a formal residence together. That was the reason for the twelve months of their engagement.Her Dale would never, ever consider looking at another lady without informing her, on God's green earth. He would never, ever get married and let her find out on fucking F******k.Beside her, Mia said, "Breathe, Peyton."After taking a big breath, Peyton smacked the laptop lid shut. No. Simply no. This would not go down well with her. It is not possible.As Mia handed her the phone, she added, "Check your phone, sweetie."Peyton activated her screen by pressing the home button. Mia had missed a few calls, and Cassie and Chloe had also missed a few. She was scrolling through the alerts when she suddenly spotted a text message at the bottom. After giving it a touch, she read the message."I apologize."It only mentioned that."Pardon me? Peyton let out a scream. "Is he really sorry?"Peyton leaped up and down on the floor in reaction to Mrs. Feeney's repeated floor hammering.Peyton took a big sip of the wine that Mia had given her. There was no way this could be occurring."A shout-out to my former partner! The Little Mix song was playing in the background when Peyton shrieked and raised her glass of wine. Peyton knew she was going to get the lecture of her life tomorrow, but for now, she couldn't give a flying fuck since Mrs. Feeney had long ago given up pounding on the floor. Before he had the grace to break up with her, her fiancé had wed a Las Vegas showgirl and made the announcement on F******k."Oh my! Peyton threw herself onto the couch and finished her wine, saying, "This is the perfect song." "If I were a pop sensation, I could write a song about my former partner." How awesome would that be?"Mia knelt next to her and gave her a kind nod. Yes, it would be incredible!"Peyton rested her head back on the sofa, gazing up at the sky. "When she finally gets a hold of me, my sister is going to have a field day," she said. "And Declan will laugh himself silly."Does Declan have a sister that he married?"Not at all. It is he who wed my boss on his own private island in the Whitsundays.Right. the person you're crushing on."Had." possessed a crush on. But it's terrible how smitten he is with Chloe. I no longer have any regard for him at all.Yes, exactly, Mia snorted. It's awful, but not really, to see a gorgeous billionaire, that is, become all mushy and gooey over his expectant wife. Not in the slightest.Peyton let out a sigh. "I am aware."After the song ended, it began again.Mia sprang to her feet and exclaimed, "I have an idea." "This song is perfect for making fun of Dale. You may inform his new wife that she married a complete douchebag and tell him what a useless piece
Peyton gently opened her eyes, then quickly closed them shut. It had brightness. Far too intelligent. It can't be that she shut the blinds before turning in. Her head felt like it was about to blow up when she attempted to open her eyes once more. Yes. I won't attempt that once again. It was wonderful to keep your eyes closed. Open eyes were not good. Really, really awful.She groaned as the intense light shot like a laser beam into her head, making her forget that opening her eyes was a horrible idea.There was a muffled whimper next to her, "Make it go away."Peyton was able to move her head just enough to see Mia sprawled out next to her, her black hair strewn over the pillow and her arm flung over her eyes.Once more, the buzzing sound occurred, and Peyton extended her hand to grab her phone off the nightstand. She narrowed her eyes and studied the screen, attempting to interpret all of the alerts she was receiving. She wasn't bothered at all. Without caring if the phone made it o
Peyton announced to Mia, who was staring at her as if she would pass out, "I'm going for a shower." "Cassie will arrive shortly."Mia remarked, "I might take off then." Mia avoided spending as much time as possible with Cassie since she intimidated her.Peyton responded, "You don't have to leave.""Yes, I believe I do."Peyton pulled Mia into an embrace and whispered, "I don't blame you, Mia, and neither will Cassie.""Nevertheless, I'd rather not be here just in case," Mia remarked.Peyton cluckingly responded, "Okay, chicken," as Mia made her way to the front door.Peyton took a deep breath and fought back the tears when she was alone herself. How could she always get caught up in this?Chloe and Becky accompanied Cassie as they arrived. They carried gifts that could be eaten when they entered Peyton's flat. Chloe was ready to break into any database in order to assist Peyton—she had already purchased her laptop. Peyton felt her tears well up again as Becky gave her a firm hug.She
Perhaps I wasn't as infatuated with him as I thought. You know, all I wanted was to be married and stable. He appeared to be the ideal man. He has decent but not spectacular looks. He was kind to me and did an excellent job. Although the sex wasn't great, you know it was consoling as well? Like, maybe I wouldn't have to worry that I wasn't enough for him if he was a true dynamo in the sack. I was confident that he wouldn't cheat because he was just mediocre.In the increasingly silent kitchen, that final sentence was met with silence. The truth was that he had cheated, even on a showgirl.She complained, "I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life," and then shoved a large piece of bacon into her mouth.After being fed and checked on by her pals, Peyton was left alone once again. She took a seat with her laptop and confronted her worries. She saw the video that she had brought up.Indeed. Even though it was just as embarrassing as she had anticipated, there was something unsettl
"Carter Beckett! As he raced inside the office, Finn shouted.A few heads peered out from behind workstation dividers, quickly dissipating again when they noticed the meerkat-like grimace on his face. Finn showed no concern. He was angry, and he wanted everyone to know how angry he was.As Finn entered his office and closed the door behind him, his buddy and editor called him "Finn."Finn replied, "Fucking hell, Carter," and he fell back into the chair across from the desk. "I take a weekend trip, no, not even a weekend trip—""Finn—"Finn snarled, "You don't get to talk yet." "After spending a weekend away, you write this garbage on my blog? Carter, please, I thought we were capable of more than this.Carter only stared at Finn, who gave a gruff grunt at the back of his throat, without responding. Alright?""Now that I can talk, okay? Carter enquired while grinning pitifully.Finn flashed his fangs, and Carter raised his hands in submission."Okay," Carter said. Indeed. That video is
What happens then if I do? Carter responded, glaring at Finn with a no-nonsense expression. "You work for me, and I manage this goddamn website." You will write the fucking snot out of this if you want to carry on with your extremely successful profession as the man people go to for anything with women and dating."First off, we collaborate; I don't work for you. Secondly, don't you think that alienating every woman on the fucking globe would hurt my readership?""Finn, women don't read your blog.""No, but they are dated by men who do." How do you think this will turn out when more ladies become aware of what I'm doing?"Therefore, keep them from learning.And how would you suggest that I accomplish that while also writing about it?"Recall that your blog is exclusive to members. Furthermore, the males who are reading it won't be foolish enough to tell the ladies what you're doing since they will definitely not want them to know.Finn whispered, "I believe you're giving them more cre
He leaned back in his chair, looked over the statistics, and muttered a curse. Yes. They were not good. Up until a few months ago, the drop-off had been slow; after that, they were dropping like flies. He wondered how many of his regular readers had been lured to the bright new Man About Town website, which was giving away a free six-month membership with every new register since there was a new site, a rival site. Although The Playbook provided a tonne of free stuff (they would be crazy not to), there was a fee to read his blog as well as some of the other blogs on the site. It was comparable to the cost of a print magazine membership, so it was understandable why his viewership was declining when Man About Town offered six months of free material.Fuck it.He had no desire to engage in a sexual rivalry with another website. And what was even more unappealing than that was opening fire in a conflict that would harm only men and women worldwide. None of us would benefit from a conflic
Jack glanced at his kid in the hospital bed for a little minute, a moment of agonizing doubt, but he ultimately nodded and walked out. Readjusting his seat, Finn turned to face Riley.So, he uttered. "Rugby?"Riley gave a shrug. "Lunchtime was just a muck-around game." I was tackled, but it didn't really matter how I fell on my arm.Finn looked over the cast. "Is there space for writing on it?"Riley smiled. "Not with this particular one. Until my arm is less swollen, this is only a fictitious one. You can write on one of those colored ones that I get to keep."Very cool," Finn remarked. "What game are you playing? He gave the Nintendo a nod."Zelda.""The most recent one?"Riley gave a headshake. Nope. They just have this old console instead of the new one, but because it's Ocarina of Time, it's still cool, he shrugged.Finn gave a wise nod. He was aware of how much Jack and Riley enjoyed playing video games, particularly the whole Legend of Zelda series.When Finn opened the door af