CIARA
"Oh hell no. Absolutely not. That is ridiculous. What the hell, man?" I snapped, my voice rising with each word.
Noah sat before me, his face impassive.
My mother gave me a stern look, most definitely a look to warn me about using curse language, but I was too pissed to care.
What Noah was suggesting was an absolute disaster.
It had been a week since the incident happened. I have had to delete my social media account from how overwhelming everything was.
All of a sudden, the world, which had no interest in me prior to the image, became focused on me. I was trolled mercilessly.
Women who thought Noah could do better, who speculated and came up with wild, totally absurd and unreasonable, unrealistic scenarios as to how I managed to 'bag' the playboy.