Taleela's POV
He picks up.
Wherever he is, there is a flurry of activities, but he still picks up anyway. That's a good thing. I hope he listens to me because I am extraordinarily drunk and about to pass out.
"Jemmah," His voice comes. Soft and filled with so much worry.
"Kal," I say, and my voice breaks. "Kal, photos of me in the strip club back in Greece got released on the internet," Then I begin to sob.
"Jemmah, I need you to stay calm for me, okay?" He says. "I'll be at your apartment in less than an hour,"
"But you're in Greece," I choke back tears. "How will you get here in less than an hour?"
"Don't worry, my love. I'll be there in no time. Don't drink more than what you already have consumed, okay?"
I nod. "Yes," Even if I know I will drink till I pass out.
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