Day 44: Tales Of Scandulous Influencers And Love Limits
Day 44 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
I put on my runners this morning, headed for my usual spin class with GG when I remembered the words of James’ non-boyfriend, Christopher.
Lay low. Only resurface when I’m over my ex.
Easier said than done, I repeated.
Considering Christopher was a PR guru and knew how to handle the likes of influencer Annabella Anderson, I trusted him.
She was one of those cliched influencers. She defined the negativity people said about this so-called career choice.
We went to school together; she joined my school in year 11. I went to an all-girls catholic private school. As much as the school preached calm, order, and respect toward each other, we were fiercely cruel to anyone who allowed us to be.
I was the victim in year 9, enduring daily targeting by a collection of bullies. By the time I was in year 11, I had learned how to hold my own. It’s amazing what survival instincts will do for you.
By the time Annabella arrived, everyone had their friendship groups, their social circle, locked into place.
You would have thought the sore thumb would struggle to assimilate.
I know I would have.
But on the first day, she flirted with the egos of the head of the “cool group” and she was in.
Even back then she was a beauty but didn’t have much upstairs. I wondered if she was still the same.
I haven’t seen her much in person since we graduated, not enough to know what’s really like now. But she’s all over my Instagram like a rash. There’s no shortage of social media love for her.
And how she found her fame?
She married a notorious Melbourne businessman. Who liked the women, quite a lot, as the rumours went.
Hence the story for Christopher to bury.
And if he buried that scandal, one that would surely ruin Annabella’s squeaky clean, family-first image, I needed to listen to him.
Returning my runners to their spot in my wardrobe, I stripped off my exercise clothes and retreated to the shower.
The warm water ran over my body, and I pressed my body against the cold glass. My body seized; the last time I assumed this position, Douglas’ hands were on my back. His body was inside me. He was making me scream.
Oh shit. How many days was my self-isolation going to last? I have to get out of here.
Or re-do the bathroom. Something. Anything.
When James arrived for work, I told him all about my shower flashbacks.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?”
James didn’t flinch at my story. “Babe, please, you’re horny. How long has it been since you’ve screwed anyone? Or screwed yourself?”
I shook my head. James responded by picking up his keys. “Come on, I’m taking you to Sexyland.”
“I can’t go there. I’m not allowed to leave the house, remember?”
I could see from the look on his face James wasn’t too happy I was taking Christopher’s advice literally.
Oh well.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
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