Chapter 19
Bridger
Dynassy was coming over. We hadn’t yet decided to go out or stay in for a Netflix-and-chill sort of night. More than likely the latter, because whenever we went out, the paparazzi hounded Dynassy, and I had a tendency to lose my temper with them if I felt like they weren’t respecting her personal space.
I checked the fridge, and it was bare so we were either going to have to order something to be delivered or we were going to have to go out for dinner.
When she arrived, she gave me a kiss. “Hey, I brought your mail in for you.”
I felt like a trap door had opened underneath me. “You did?” Oh f**k. When Barvo and I had first started our business, we’d run it out of my house. We did the video editing, uploads, servers, etc., at my place, only renting studio space for s
