VICTORIA'S POV
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Striding right past him, Ryder tries to reach for me, but I sidestep around his outstretched hand, my blood singing with glorious fiery heat. I can not believe that just happened. I just--
"What the hell happened, Victoria?" Ryder asks dead serious, speaking very softly, every word gritted out with precision. He's pissed, and I get that, but I can't speak-- that's how mad I am. Grabbing the remote, I turn on the television, pacing back and forth as the black screen comes alive. I'm already hitting the buttons to change the channel, and there it is, the f*****g sports news. It should be called the gossip sports news by now.
My face is on screen, the entire encounter with the damn press swarming me showing on screen.
"Record this on your phone," I instruct Ryder. He st
