I awoke on Saturday, alone, thinking about Haley and the big game the next day. She hadn’t answered two of my calls the night before, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

As I went through my morning routine in the bathroom, I wondered if I should go check on my father at the restaurant. Billy hadn’t given me any updates at all, so I wanted to see if he had at least started.

Haley needed her space, which was fine with me. I actually enjoyed the fact she wasn’t too clingy. Every day that passed I fell back in love with her even more.

My phone rang on my way to the kitchen. I glanced down and saw Jessica’s name with no photo on the screen. While I had an overwhelming desire to ignore her, I tapped to accept the call, because I wanted to tell her to back off Haley.

“What do you want?” I asked, continuing downstairs to the kitchen.

“My, my, you don’t change much at all, do you?”

“I don’t have time for your games, Jessica.”

“Too busy fucking Haley, are you?”

“You need to mind your own business.”

Jessica laughed. I remembered one of the many reasons I hated her.

“Whatever. I know you’re fucking her. I’ve hired a private investigator to look into you.”

“Find a lot of dirt, did you?” I asked sarcastically as I reached the kitchen.

I walked over to the coffeepot and poured myself a cup.

“The investigator didn’t find anything, but your fuck-buddy Haley sure gave me something. It’s crazy what a little money can buy these days.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked then yawned into the phone.

“She sold me those naked photos of you.”

I set my mug of coffee down on the kitchen counter near the sink.

“What?”

“You heard me,” she said gleefully. “That slut sold me naked pictures of you. What do you think is going to happen if I publish them online or resell them to someone who will post them?”

“Fuck Gawker, TMZ, and all those rags.”

“No, they’re going to fuck any chance you have of continuing your career. Don’t you remember what I said when you told me you wanted a divorce?”

“You said a lot of stupid shit over the years, Jessica.”

“I told you I would have my revenge. Get ready for…”

As she droned on, I ended the call.

What the hell? She’s probably lying, trying to get me worked up.

I picked up my favorite blue and red mug and took a sip of French Roast. Neurons began firing in my mind as the caffeine hit my system.

The restaurant could wait. I needed to find Haley and ask her about the photos. Had she been hacked or something? Was that why she hadn’t answered the night before?

My phone rang. I answered, putting it on speakerphone.

“What?” I asked rudely.

“Don’t you hang up on me!”

“What do you want if you do have these photos?”

“You don’t think I have them, huh? Let me send you one. Hold on. You by your computer?”

“No, but I get my mail on my phone. Send whatever edited photos you think you have of me.”

“Prick,” she said.

My phone buzzed, alerting me to a new email. I swiped and tapped the phone, opening it as I talked to her. As I saw a photo of me naked in the woods, my eyes widened and my heart sank.

She laughed.

“Told you,” she laughed. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to come up with an offer for the photos. If it’s too low, I’ll sell them to another media outlet. Hell, maybe the newspaper will want to run them. Whoever puts them online is going to get a ton of traffic, not to mention it’ll be plastered all over WAGS. I bet they do an entire episode on this. My ratings will soar. Maybe I should thank you and your little slut?”

“Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch?”

“Because you would use a word like that on me.”

“Goodbye, Jessica.”

I tapped and ended the call. A text message came in.

“Twenty-four hours.”

After a deep breath, I finished my coffee. She obviously had at least one nude photo of me. Would it be so bad for them to end up online? More importantly, why hadn’t Haley said anything?

If I found out she had sold the private photos of me for financial gain, I wasn’t sure what I would do. Our relationship would change forever. Of that, I was sure. But I had a really hard time thinking she would do something like that.

Instead of calling her, I hopped in the Maserati and raced toward her house. She didn’t fuck me over, I told myself. She would never do that to me. Would she?