As I was grabbing some coffee in the kitchen, I heard a soft knock come from the front of my penthouse. Leaving the mug on the counter, I went into the foyer and opened the door.

“Mr. Young, here are the newspapers you requested,” the doorman said.

I took the stack he handed to me and thanked him before he rode my private elevator down to the lobby.

Lifting my coffee back in my hand, I scanned the headlines and made my way to the bedroom. Once I got inside, I flipped on the light and crawled into bed.

“Just a few more minutes,” James grumbled, turning away from the lamp and tucking the blanket over her head.

The flying back and forth to LA, all the hours we’d spent at the police station, and the long dinner we’d had with Tim had really tired her out.

“Baby, you’re going to want to wake up and see this.”

Slowly, she pulled the comforter back, and her eyes opened. As she saw the papers in my lap, she sat up and turned toward me. “It’s hit the news already?”

“Every major outlet.” I dropped a newspaper in her hands. “Los Angeles Times.” And then another. “USA Today.” I gave her the last of the stack. “New York Times. Washington Post. Miami Herald. And every article is on the front page.”

“Oh my God.”

It wasn’t even seven in the morning, but if I turned on the TV, I was sure every news channel would be reporting the story. The same would be true if I opened the internet. I glanced at my phone as it rested on my nightstand, and I saw alerts filling the screen, mentioning Sophia and James.

The truth had gone viral.

“Brett,” she gasped as she read one of the articles. “You’re not going to believe this.”

With her facing me, I wasn’t able to see the paper, so I said, “Read it to me.”

“One of our reporters was on location in Biloxi, Mississippi, when Scott Watson was arrested. As he was being taken into police custody, we asked him what his motive was for taping and leaking the video. He responded, ‘My sister paid me to do it. I can show you the bank deposit to prove it. She gave me one hundred thousand dollars to have sex with the hottest actress in the world. Of course I took the money. Who wouldn’t?’” James looked at me. “My hate toward Sophia just reached a whole new level.”

I knew that last part came from her, not the article.

“Keep reading,” I said.

“‘My sister asked me to humiliate James. You know, like spank her and give it to her rough—things that would cause her a little pain. That was my original plan. But, once I got her to the hotel room, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. James is a real sweet girl, who just found herself in an unfortunate situation.’” She glanced up again. “An unfortunate situation? That’s what it’s called? I want to kill her…and him.”

I rubbed my hands over her legs to try to calm her down. “Remember, every word that comes out of that moron’s mouth only helps your case. But he’s a fucking idiot. I bet he thinks, by throwing Sophia under the bus, it’ll take some of the heat off of him. Damn, he is so wrong.”

“She’s legitimately crazy.”

I laughed because, out of all the women I’d met in this industry, some whose sanity I’d questioned, Sophia certainly trumped them all. “The world knows that now. I guarantee, if you open your social media, they’re tearing her apart, but they’re saying some pretty nice shit about you.”

“She must really love Abel to go through all that.”

“That’s not love, James. That’s obsession. The chick needs some help, and maybe now, she’ll get it.” I looked at the newspaper she had sitting in her lap and held my hand out. “I want to see what else they’re saying.”

She gave it to me, and I started reading.

I set the paper down and wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing my lips against her forehead. “I like the part that says she no longer has a team. Karma is such a cunt.”

“I wish I could have seen her face when all of this went down.”

My phone beeped from the nightstand, and I saw a celebrity alert on the screen. “Hang on, I might be able to show it to you.” I grabbed the phone and held it in front of us.

Underneath the alert was a picture of Sophia. She had on large sunglasses and was using her hand to try to block her face from the cameras. The scowl she had on was fucking priceless.

James’s eyes met mine, and she said, “I feel like my entire life has just changed. Again.”

My phone went off a second time with another celebrity alert. This one also had a picture, but it was a shot of James from the first gala she’d attended as a client of The Agency when she wore that subtly sexy, long black dress.

“Baby,” I said, waiting for her stare to return to me. I moved my lips so goddamn close to hers, and I whispered, “You’re right; it has changed again. But, now, you have me, and it’s only going to get so much better.”