Chapter 45Kale Omlet had barely slept. But maybe I did. Maybe it was all a nightmare. He checked his computer.
Nope—it was real.
He was ruined.
A gossipmonger didn’t have much of a reputation to live up to, as it were, but if you promised something as big as Olympic medalist Benjamin Thornton participating in oral s*x with another guy and shooting a load down that guy’s throat, you better have the goods.
Omlet clicked, and clicked, and double-clicked, and even right clicked on the file that was supposed to bring up the vid.
Nothing happened.
“Where the hell did it go?” he asked.
