Peyton gently opened her eyes, then quickly closed them shut. It had brightness. Far too intelligent. It can't be that she shut the blinds before turning in. Her head felt like it was about to blow up when she attempted to open her eyes once more. Yes. I won't attempt that once again. It was wonderful to keep your eyes closed. Open eyes were not good. Really, really awful.
She groaned as the intense light shot like a laser beam into her head, making her forget that opening her eyes was a horrible idea.There was a muffled whimper next to her, "Make it go away."Peyton was able to move her head just enough to see Mia sprawled out next to her, her black hair strewn over the pillow and her arm flung over her eyes.Once more, the buzzing sound occurred, and Peyton extended her hand to grab her phone off the nightstand. She narrowed her eyes and studied the screen, attempting to interpret all of the alerts she was receiving. She wasn't bothered at all. Without caring if the phone made it or not, she closed her eyes once again and threw it towards the bedside. With a long, satisfied sigh, she snuggled back onto her incredibly comfortable mattress and wished herself back to sleep.But there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind.Seeking the ideal sleeping posture, Peyton shifted over and kicked Mia's foot out of the way as she sought to find a cozy location. It was ineffective.Having given up, she turned over once again and retrieved her phone. She perused the alerts by thumbing the screen. She was tagged in a video that had received a lot of views. and several remarks.God. Had Dale posted a joyful wedding video and included her in it just to further embarrass her?She was really averse to learning. She didn't, really. However, she had no choice but to click on the link."Asshole me!"Peyton sat up, pushing off the severe hangover and headache that were now plaguing her. She gave Mia a kick.Panicked, she cried, "Wake the fuck up.""A shout-out to my former partner."Peyton watched the music video of herself and moaned as the song began. Not even the effort to make her seem nice had been made. She wore a tattered t-shirt and yoga leggings, and her red hair was up in a sloppy bun on top of her head. She had not a trace of makeup on. Not exactly a great representative of herself or her cause, which was what?"Mia, what the hell?"How come? Mia massaged her eyes and sat up, asking in a groggy manner."You posted this on F******k, right? How inconceivable could you have been?"With her eyes wide awake, Mia watched the film as it resumed playing.She said, "Well, obviously, I wasn't." "Boy, that gal. You're an absolute disaster.Peyton gestured accusingly in her direction. She responded, "You did this; now let it go."Mia snatched Peyton's phone and tapped it a couple of times on the screen. "Hmm.""I don't want to hear that sound," Peyton snarled."I think so. I doubt I will be able to remove it.What do you mean that you don't believe it can be removed?""I mean. I. Not able to. Remove. It."What the fuck is wrong!""Because the image I uploaded isn't it."How come?""Observe."Taking the phone away from Mia, Peyton checked the account that had submitted the video."I removed mine," Mia murmured.Peyton saw the name of the F******k account. "Then how did.." "In Finn gets a fucking copy of it, in like? And anyhow, who the devil is In Like Finn?""I guess they grabbed a hold of a duplicate before I removed mine."Holy shit! I mean, my life is so much worse than a dumb comedy. I can't be experiencing this.Mia gave her shoulders a massage. "Inhale deeply a few times," Mia stated in a useless manner.Positively, Mia commented, reading behind her, "There are some really encouraging comments."Peyton threw her phone to the ground in the hopes that it would shatter. Not so fortunate."How in hell am I supposed to handle this?"Mia remarked, "It will all blow over." You're aware of social media's erratic nature. Everyone will have forgotten about it in a day or two.When Peyton's phone rang, she fell back into the bed and put her arm over her eyes to block her vision."Hello? Mia remarked as she picked up the phone. She said, "Oh hi Cassie," with a worried tone.Peyton glanced over her arm and saw that Mia was staring at her tensely. Peyton shook his head angrily, but Mia said into the phone, "Yeah, she's right here." Peyton grudgingly accepted the phone that Mia handed out to her.She said, "Hello Cassie.""Are you alright?"Peyton closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Though they had been working on it for the last several months, she and Cassie hadn't always had the finest connection. Cassie discovered that Brian had significantly lessened her sister's harsh edges.She moaned, "No," into the phone. "Dale tied the knot.""I saw," she said. Would you like me to visit?"Would you mind if I asked?""Oh honey, that's not at all.""I'm grateful."After Cassie assured Peyton that she would be there in an hour, Peyton ended the conversation. This was simply one more mishap to compound all the mishaps that have dotted her life. And she did something foolish right after she had begun to feel like a grown-up and had finally found her footing. Despite her difficult day yesterday, she was engaged to a man she loved, had a job she liked, and wondered whether she had really been in love with him or if she had only been infatuated with the concept of him. However, she was no longer in an engaged relationship.Peyton announced to Mia, who was staring at her as if she would pass out, "I'm going for a shower." "Cassie will arrive shortly."Mia remarked, "I might take off then." Mia avoided spending as much time as possible with Cassie since she intimidated her.Peyton responded, "You don't have to leave.""Yes, I believe I do."Peyton pulled Mia into an embrace and whispered, "I don't blame you, Mia, and neither will Cassie.""Nevertheless, I'd rather not be here just in case," Mia remarked.Peyton cluckingly responded, "Okay, chicken," as Mia made her way to the front door.Peyton took a deep breath and fought back the tears when she was alone herself. How could she always get caught up in this?Chloe and Becky accompanied Cassie as they arrived. They carried gifts that could be eaten when they entered Peyton's flat. Chloe was ready to break into any database in order to assist Peyton—she had already purchased her laptop. Peyton felt her tears well up again as Becky gave her a firm hug.She
Perhaps I wasn't as infatuated with him as I thought. You know, all I wanted was to be married and stable. He appeared to be the ideal man. He has decent but not spectacular looks. He was kind to me and did an excellent job. Although the sex wasn't great, you know it was consoling as well? Like, maybe I wouldn't have to worry that I wasn't enough for him if he was a true dynamo in the sack. I was confident that he wouldn't cheat because he was just mediocre.In the increasingly silent kitchen, that final sentence was met with silence. The truth was that he had cheated, even on a showgirl.She complained, "I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life," and then shoved a large piece of bacon into her mouth.After being fed and checked on by her pals, Peyton was left alone once again. She took a seat with her laptop and confronted her worries. She saw the video that she had brought up.Indeed. Even though it was just as embarrassing as she had anticipated, there was something unsettl
"Carter Beckett! As he raced inside the office, Finn shouted.A few heads peered out from behind workstation dividers, quickly dissipating again when they noticed the meerkat-like grimace on his face. Finn showed no concern. He was angry, and he wanted everyone to know how angry he was.As Finn entered his office and closed the door behind him, his buddy and editor called him "Finn."Finn replied, "Fucking hell, Carter," and he fell back into the chair across from the desk. "I take a weekend trip, no, not even a weekend trip—""Finn—"Finn snarled, "You don't get to talk yet." "After spending a weekend away, you write this garbage on my blog? Carter, please, I thought we were capable of more than this.Carter only stared at Finn, who gave a gruff grunt at the back of his throat, without responding. Alright?""Now that I can talk, okay? Carter enquired while grinning pitifully.Finn flashed his fangs, and Carter raised his hands in submission."Okay," Carter said. Indeed. That video is
What happens then if I do? Carter responded, glaring at Finn with a no-nonsense expression. "You work for me, and I manage this goddamn website." You will write the fucking snot out of this if you want to carry on with your extremely successful profession as the man people go to for anything with women and dating."First off, we collaborate; I don't work for you. Secondly, don't you think that alienating every woman on the fucking globe would hurt my readership?""Finn, women don't read your blog.""No, but they are dated by men who do." How do you think this will turn out when more ladies become aware of what I'm doing?"Therefore, keep them from learning.And how would you suggest that I accomplish that while also writing about it?"Recall that your blog is exclusive to members. Furthermore, the males who are reading it won't be foolish enough to tell the ladies what you're doing since they will definitely not want them to know.Finn whispered, "I believe you're giving them more cre
He leaned back in his chair, looked over the statistics, and muttered a curse. Yes. They were not good. Up until a few months ago, the drop-off had been slow; after that, they were dropping like flies. He wondered how many of his regular readers had been lured to the bright new Man About Town website, which was giving away a free six-month membership with every new register since there was a new site, a rival site. Although The Playbook provided a tonne of free stuff (they would be crazy not to), there was a fee to read his blog as well as some of the other blogs on the site. It was comparable to the cost of a print magazine membership, so it was understandable why his viewership was declining when Man About Town offered six months of free material.Fuck it.He had no desire to engage in a sexual rivalry with another website. And what was even more unappealing than that was opening fire in a conflict that would harm only men and women worldwide. None of us would benefit from a conflic
Jack glanced at his kid in the hospital bed for a little minute, a moment of agonizing doubt, but he ultimately nodded and walked out. Readjusting his seat, Finn turned to face Riley.So, he uttered. "Rugby?"Riley gave a shrug. "Lunchtime was just a muck-around game." I was tackled, but it didn't really matter how I fell on my arm.Finn looked over the cast. "Is there space for writing on it?"Riley smiled. "Not with this particular one. Until my arm is less swollen, this is only a fictitious one. You can write on one of those colored ones that I get to keep."Very cool," Finn remarked. "What game are you playing? He gave the Nintendo a nod."Zelda.""The most recent one?"Riley gave a headshake. Nope. They just have this old console instead of the new one, but because it's Ocarina of Time, it's still cool, he shrugged.Finn gave a wise nod. He was aware of how much Jack and Riley enjoyed playing video games, particularly the whole Legend of Zelda series.When Finn opened the door af
Peyton swore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The rain was pouring down and drenching her to the bone. Rivulets ran down her neck and under her shirt, not that her shirt wasn’t already wet through. She gripped the lug wrench and pulled, willing the nut to loosen so she could replace the tire and get the hell off the side of the road. All she wanted to do was go home and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a good book. She did not want to be stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire in the pouring rain after the shitty day she had already had. It’s not that she hated her job, but ever since her ill-advised YouTube drunken rant, nobody was making her life easy. She saw the snide looks and heard the barely contained sniggers when she’d walked in that morning. Thankfully none of the kids knew anything about the incident and once she was in her costume, none of the parents did either. Dressing up as Wonder Woman was meant to be empowering, but today it just felt like an exc
Finn saw the stranded car and the blinking hazard lights before he saw the woman. He probably wouldn’t have stopped except that she looked so…pitiful. She was sitting in a muddy puddle wet to the skin and looked about ready to burst into tears with a moment’s provocation. He slowed and pulled over, coming to a stop behind her car, and contemplated the situation. She had a flat tire and it looked like she had been trying to get the wheel nuts loose. Her spare sat beside the car ready to go and the lug wrench was still attached to the wheel nut. He opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He quickly pulled on his waterproof jacket, although the summer heat made it uncomfortable. He locked his car and walked over to where the woman was sitting. She looked up at him and blinked resolute blue eyes at him. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her. “Do you need some help?” he asked. “Thank you Captain Obvious,” she muttered and he raised an eyebrow at her. “I