Chapter Twenty-Two
Natalie
Picture.
Tell-all story.
His words gonged in my head on repeat until I made sense of the situation.
“f**k,” I whispered, my head jerking toward Luna. She had the decency to glance away, red staining her cheeks. “How could you?” I cried, my heart breaking, shame and guilt and anger an ugly brew boiling in my stomach.
“We need the money!” she spit back at me, her eyes once more hardened to the Luna who didn’t give a s**t about anyone but herself.
“Goddamnit, Luna!” I half-shrieked, my stomach a churning mess. “I told you those things in privacy! Why would you do this to me?”
“It’s just a picture and a story! Most people won’t believe it anyway. No biggie.”
“No biggie?” Both Jordan ad I hollered at the same time.
I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t control th
