Ava’s POV
"Nathaniel is just a piece of s**t," I said, talking to no one but myself.
I woke up this morning lightheaded. After the whole hotel drama yesterday, I spent the rest of the day in Nathaniel's office, just to go along with the fake relationship act. We didn't communicate with each other throughout because we were beefing. I left the office at closing time; he didn't bother to see me off. Thankfully, his assistant insisted on taking me home.
I needed to go out and get information and images for my blog and social media, but my life was becoming a mess because of the attention from the public—thanks to Nathaniel.
I took my phone from the desk beside my bed and started scrolling.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I scrolled through the photos I saw, again and again.
Nathanie
