Chapter 70

“Mr. Phelps, can you tell us about your relationship with Ethan Teller?”

“Were you top or bottom, Finn?”

“What’s he like in bed?”

“Have you two ended it? If so, why?”

As the two bounced questions back and forth like tennis players, Finn stood between them, his eyes wide with fear. He was completely blindsided by the paparazzi and now shaking uncontrollably. He looked like a lost animal, snared by poachers. They were going to rip poor Finn to shreds

Ethan snapped.

The sight of Finn, lost and alone as he was cornered by the press, was like water hitting a hot pan. Anger seared through Ethan. Every sleepless night, every feeling of helplessness, every ounce of misery that he and Finn were put through because of these vulturesreturned to him in full blast. Rather than evoke pain or sorrow, it set Ethan on a war path.