Chapter 59

The news spread like wildfire. In every tabloid, magazines, news, and websites, the picture of me and Glace kissing was posted like a banner announcing my girlfriend’s lesbianism. Great! The paparazzi hunted Glace like a pack of hungry dogs ready to rip their victim’s throats. And because they didn’t know where she lived, they tracked me down instead.

I swear to God, those people had a homing device up their sleeve or at least they were trained spies. The very next day, they...