Chase
My phone was exploding before I even opened my eyes. It vibrated across the nightstand like an alarm that wouldn’t quit. I groaned, reaching for it with one hand while rubbing sleep from my face. The screen lit up with dozens of messages—teammates, agent, group chats, and notifications from every social app imaginable.
I sat up in bed, sheets pooling around my waist, and opened the first link. The balcony photos were everywhere.
Clear shots of me and Allie last night. Us standing close at the railing, city lights behind us, eyes locked in that long, charged moment. The way the string lights caught her face, the slight tilt of her head as she looked up at me—it looked intimate. Romantic. Headlines screamed across every gossip site:
Chase Ryder Moves Fast: New Romance with Logan Pi
