Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Which, um, which is why I’m a little worried,” she says, voice a little shaky.
“About what?” My hand falls back down into my lap.
“About Enzo figuring out that I’m Mira, not Mya, and I don’t work at a small practice out of the city. The longer I keep this up, the more chance there is he finds out who I really am, and it’s not like I can just go all ghost-mode and delete my social media. It’s, uh, kinda my main job.”
I nod again, fully aware how much money can be made from sponsorships and brand deals when you have a good social media following.
“I’m not asking you to do that,” I tell her.
“I know.” Her head bobs up and down and she taps the screen of her phone, checking to see if her friend texted. “Going on one date to see if someone is a cheater is different than continuing to see the same person.”
Putting the car in drive, I slowly pull out of the parking spot and head towards Lincoln Park, where Mira lives. The screen of her phone lights up, but instead of a text, it’s a notification from an app that’s usually court appointed when there are children involved in a custody situation.
“Why are you using that?” I ask and she sighs.
“My ex is really good at crying to the judge and was able to get this somehow written in.” Shaking her head, she opens the app to read the message. “Hmm, guess he must be up late fighting with his girlfriend.”
I glance over. “What makes you say that?”
She lets out a snort of laughter and starts reading. “‘Mira, my mother informed me about the incident yesterday and your behavior has been documented. You really need to’—oh this gets good—‘one, stop lying on all your posts. No one believes you. Two, pay for the damaged model cars. Three, worry about yourself and what you’re doing.’” She sighs and then laughs.
“I…I don’t get it. Model cars?”
Mira laughs again. “My ex used to put together model cars and when we divided up our property, he forgot to put them on the list. Anything he didn’t list was to stay at the house with me. But I was nice and since I’m not a child, I gave him the stupid cars. They were all in boxes and I guess some pieces came off during the move so he says I owe him five grand for the fucking cars.” She rolls her eyes. “He won’t let it go.”
“Won’t let it go or you go?”
“Me.” She blacks out her phone screen and tips her head. “You know about true narcissists.”
“I do. You’re the one that got away and he’ll never actually be able to move on.”
“It’s almost a good thing that I—“ she says but stops, turning to look out the window. “It doesn’t matter. It’s been years and I just wish the guy would leave me alone.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her genuinely. “I, uh, have a little confession.”
“Yeah?”
“I looked up your divorce case.”
“Oh.” She shrugs. “I assumed you’d do your due diligence.”
“The guy is an asshole.” I slow at a stop sign and look over at her. “But you came out of it stronger. And it takes a lot of strength to even leave an abusive relationship so I have a lot of respect for you.”
“Thank you,” she says softly. How anyone could hurt her is beyond me.
“What do you lie about in your reels?” I ask and she laughs again, shaking her head at the insanity.
“I post a lot of made up scenarios to get a point across if there’s anything to do with how to handle an ex’s new partner, Cory thinks I’m talking about him and his girlfriend. The whole situation is kinda weird.”
“I like weird.”
“You want to know my baggage?” She raises her eyebrows.
I want to know everything about her. How does she take her coffee? What’s her favorite color? What does she need for me to make her feel safe? Fuck, I want to know what she tastes like, how good it would feel to push my cock inside of her. “Yeah. Why not?”
“Okay, well you know I have my whole social media thing where I talk about my past experiences and the lessons I’ve learned. But the whole “making up lies” thing is really when I go into situations that happened to clients. I can’t say that my client, Kristina Benson, found out the first guy she dated after filing for divorce was actually married and his sister he talked so much about was really his wife. Ya know, HIPPA and all.”
“Yeah.”
“So I say it in the first person, like it happened to me. Which is a great marketing technique, by the way. People love some good spilled tea. Well, Noel, the girlfriend, does the same thing and is supposedly writing a book about all her past experiences, too. Which is fine, it's just…weird.”