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Jahtly he was sure the screen would crack or his fingers Possibly both He swung his gaze to Aiesha’s sot-the-whole-contents-of-the-aviary ser blurred his vision He had to blink a couple of ti bitch,’ he bit out ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’

She pushed her lips out in a pout ‘That’s hardly the way to address your brand-new mistress, is it?’

He clenched his jaw so firmly it reverberated inside his skull like a slammed door ‘No one will believe it Not for a New York second’ Mental gulp I hope

Aiesha held up her phone again, scrolling through the feed of tweets, and began reading aloud ‘“WTG! About ti for you”’ She looked up at hiirl smile of hers ‘Guess how many retweets so far?’

Jah his hair Hoould he ever live this down? Everyone in London—everyone on the planet—would be rolling about the floor laughing at his choice of partner A sluttish club singer as sleeping her way up the social ladder like a poisonous viper winding its way up a vine

Everyone would be saying it, the words he dreaded the most: like father, like son

But wait

Maybe there was a way he could switch this around It would reflect badly on hior temporary hook-up He would look exactly like his father if he didn’t go into dae control and fast

Think Think Think

Aha!

What if his relationship with Aiesha was a little more serious?

Jaain and typed a quick tweet and pressed send before he was tempted to think twice This could work It had to work Please God, let it work

‘What are you doing?’ she asked ‘You can’t retract it now It’s too late It’s gone viral’