Dinner date

EMMA.

For hours I remained in one position, trying to calculate a way to make things work. Aaliyah had passed by three times, and I noticed she occasionally looked into the note in my hand. I had scribbled lots of trash in it. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to strategize. Despite the panic I felt in my chest, my brain was blank.

I wanted John…and Alex. Was it possible to want two men? Was I selfish?

I took in a deep breath, wiping the tears from my eyes. I needed to think, not cry.

Isabella had a sex tape. My sex tape. I slammed my forehead with my palm. How did I end up so reckless?

I got off the chair, pacing through the room. I needed to act fast.

All these years, I had been telling myself that I would drop the world in a heartbeat if Alex asked me to, but now I realized I couldn't.

I wasn't just bothered about John finding out, I was bothered about the press. If it got to their hands, I was doomed. My career was ruined. Why didn't I just accept the fact that I would n