Ride the C (Alpha Bet Guys Book 5) by Phoebe Alexander

Author:Phoebe Alexander [Alexander, Phoebe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountains Wanted Publishing
Published: 2020-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

10

Mia

It had been another week. We were days away from our first real issue of Queen B coming out, and we’d fucked every day, sometimes more than once. Poor Rocco. Every time Cruz came to work, my assistant shielded his eyes, afraid he would catch us making the beast with two backs.

“Relax, Roc,” Cruz had told him. “We’re not going to fuck in front of you. I promise.”

“Whew. Okay. Thanks for that.” He’d rushed out of the room anyway.

“What did you do to this guy? He’s fucking paranoid,” Cruz observed.

I waved him off. I didn’t know what Rocco’s problem was. He wasn’t a stranger to me fucking guys in my studio. A girl has needs, you know. Though it had been a while now since I’d indulged my cravings.

Today had started out with the typical sorting our messages, choosing a top ten or twenty to work from, trying to get a good mix of dating and other types of questions. This was for next month’s column. We were working ahead now. After finding our rhythm, we discovered we gelled together rather nicely, both professionally and otherwise. Answering our readers’ letters in bed didn’t hurt either. Cruz’s ass made a fabulous desk.

The night before, Diane and Sonny had sent us to a movie premier together to promote the column, and then to an after party that was just around the block from Cruz’s place. We were waiting for the story to hit the press.

“Look at this bullshit!” Cruz thrust his phone in my face, clearly upset.

Well, that didn’t take long. I scanned the screen, taking in the pictures that looked like us—but weren’t us. “What the fuck? How did this happen?”

“They’re pictures of us from last night, but they’ve manipulated them,” Cruz seethed. “How the hell did they do that?”

“Simple. The magazine’s photographers must also be working for Private Eye.” Knowing Diane and Sonny—well, I wouldn’t put anything past them at this point.

“Then why do the pictures on Celeb Stalker look the same?”

“They must have sold them or licensed them somehow,” I explained. “They have to all be in cahoots though.” My eyes widened when I saw one photo that looked as though I was sitting on Cruz’s lap. “I didn’t fucking sit on your lap last night. I wasn’t even buzzed. I know this one is fake.”

He studied it closely. “You can’t see my face… I almost wonder if they put two images together for this one?”

“Yes! That dress is a little different than mine too. Oh my god. Those people aren’t even us! That’s my head on another model!” My face went directly into my palm. “This has gone too fucking far.”

“Don’t read the comments,” Cruz said. “They’re not going to make you very happy.”

So, of course, the next thing I did was scan the comments. “What the actual fuck is wrong with these people?”

Cruz is a hottie! I think he could do better than Mia Monroe! She’s over the hill!

She looks better here than the picnic pics from last week, but she still needs to spend some more time in the gym.

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