35

Jake was quiet. He stared at the photos but his expression gave away nothing. I hated how he managed to look so unfazed while there was a war going on inside of me. Those pictures could potentially ruin me and my father. We were not just innocently standing or holding hands. He was kissing me in the elevator and in front of my car.

“I look like a whore,” I announced and his eyes snapped up to me. “He could have at least gotten a better angle where my ass was not on display for the entire fucking world. I would have preferred that, at least then I would know that-”

“Stop, please,” he sounded exasperated. “You are not a whore and you need to stop fucking saying that.”

“I am only preparing for what I am inevitably going to hear when he takes this to the press,” I pointed to the pictures in case he didn’t see them well the first time. “This is me and this is you and we are doing the fucking horizontal tango or whatever the hell you want to call it. My reputation is on the line here. You w