Happenstance Read Online Tessa Bailey

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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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Karina

* * *

I leave my laptop open on the bed beside a napping Tobias and pad to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water from the tap. I set it down without drinking, because my arm is too weak to lift the glass to my mouth. My article is going to be published.

My article is going to be published.

There might be a part of me that’s extremely proud of the accomplishment, but there is a far bigger part of me that’s reeling from shock and denial. I didn’t submit it to Karina to be published. I sent it to her for notes. A critique. A professional eye. I didn’t expect it to be good enough for publication—and I haven’t even told Tobias, Gabe and Banks about what I wrote.

Everything has changed since I sent that story to Karina.

When I think of the tone I used, so flippant, I full body cringe. These men are layered and complicated and I reduced them to surface level descriptions that I would never use now that I’ve…bonded with them. In a way that feels almost spiritual. I’m in love with them.

And there is no way I can let the article publish. No way.

Not until it has been repaired and rewritten. Not until I’ve had a chance to speak to the men about it. Anonymous or not, I can’t publicly cheapen this relationship or let people think it’s a temporary fling. A joke. I treasure it too much. I treasure them too much.

I take my phone out of my pocket and text Karina.

* * *

Thank you for the encouragement, but I don’t want the piece published. Repeat: I do not want it published. Please confirm when it has been pulled.

* * *

Then I pace the kitchen for ten minutes. No text back. I try calling her office line and a message greets me explaining that Karina is working in the field today and won’t be back at her desk until tomorrow morning. She’s still seeing her texts, though, right? She’ll still be able to pull the piece.

My stomach starts to churn. Maybe I’ll email her, too, in case she’s monitoring that. This is important. I need to try every available avenue to reach her.

I walk into the bedroom and stop short. Tobias is sitting up in bed, his bare back in the pillows, his hair still in disarray from my fingers. My laptop is open on his stretched-out thighs.

Every hair on my body stands up straight.

He doesn’t look up immediately when I walk into the room, but when his guarded blue eyes finally tick to mine, my stomach plummets to the ground. “I was going to change your background to a picture of me, but the email caught my eye.” His voice is flat, not jovial as usual and heat instantly presses up behind my eyes. “I was curious which piece she was referring to, so I looked back at the attachment on the previous email and…wow. Egomaniacal adult film star, hmm?”

“Tobias, I wrote that before.” I sound like I’m choking. “I wrote it before everything changed. And I didn’t think it would actually get published—”

“Ah, but it is. Congratulations. Guess taking your shortcuts worked out this time.” He sets aside the laptop and swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing. “Were you just hanging around until you had enough material for the sequel?”

“What? No. No—”

“You think I’d be used to this by now. Someone taking advantage of what I am so they can further their own interests. But I feel like dying right now, so I guess not.”

His words hit me like a brick to the throat. “You can’t be comparing me to your manager—”

I stop short when the front door of the house opens and closes. Two sets of footsteps move through the living room, approaching the hallway. When the voices reach me, I know it’s Banks and Gabe. They’re talking about the fact that Gabe’s brother is parked properly in the driveway and I want to turn and run into their arms, but all I can do is stand stiffly as they walk into the room. They absorb the tension immediately and grow openly confused.

“What’s going on?” Gabe asks, setting down a brown paper bag that smells like it has cookies or some other baked good inside.

“You okay?” Banks mouths at me, frowning.

Tobias speaks before I can. “Where do you keep the bubbly, Gabe? We’re celebrating.”

“Bubbly what?”

“It’s champ—never mind,” Tobias sighs at the ceiling. “Elise is getting published. Thought you might like to celebrate, but apparently, we’ll have to do it with Budweiser.”

Banks’s chest rises and falls. “Elise, tell me you didn’t submit the mole story. The whole situation is way too volatile—”

“The article is about us, actually,” Tobias interjects. “It’s about us.”

Gabe shifts right to left, hesitantly amused. “You wrote an article about us?”


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