LINDEN
The glow of my phone lit up in the elevator and my thumb hovered for a moment before I unlocked it.
Notifications swarmed the screen in a way that irked me. I tapped into one of the social media posts, just one—and I regretted it instantly.
> No wonder she looked slow. She had always been a gold digger.
> What is happening, is she a p********e? Why do billionaires have a kink for women like this? So pitiful.
> Slut got lucky (accompanied by a laughing emoji).
Attached on a post was ‘that’ horrible picture. Jensyn’s picture. The one that her hair was tangled over a pillow and her lips parted. That same one that she was half-naked beside a man.
I clicked the screen off and kept the phone in my pocket. Once I was out of the elevator, I made my way to the hotel room I ha
