Introduction 2.0
After dinner, I found myself in the living room, sinking into the softness of the sofa near the crackling fireplace. The flames danced hypnotically, casting flickering shadows on the walls as I sat there, lost in a sea of thoughts and emotions.
Deciding to give my mind a break, I noticed Emily's work iPad on a nearby table. Curiosity piqued, I reached for it. It was locked, but a mischievous idea popped into my head. I tried inputting Rose's birthday, and with a triumphant snicker, the device unlocked. Oh, the things you discover about people when you know their passwords.
Scrolling through the apps, I stumbled upon a novel app. Emily often spent hours lost in these digital pages when she was supposed to be working. Curious, I tapped on the app and was greeted with a plethora of stories. Among them, one caught my eye with its popularity ranking under the queer tag—2 million views. Intrigued and with a sense of "what the hell," I decided to delve into the story and see what it was all about.
*
A few hours had slipped away unnoticed as I delved deeper into the story on Emily's work iPad. What the hell? I thought to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. The plot was utterly braindead, set in an 'omegaverse world' where males could miraculously get pregnant and give birth. It was an intriguing concept, but what left a sour taste in my mouth was the portrayal of the characters.
The omega male lead was depicted as a spineless, weak-willed individual with a severe case of Stockholm syndrome. Every interaction with the alpha male lead was rife with dubious consent and unnecessary angst. I couldn't fathom why anyone would stay in such a toxic dynamic. If I were in that situation, I would have left at the first opportunity, without hesitation. Not only would I leave, but I'd also deliver a painful kick in the balls to the alpha male lead for good measure.
The frustration and anger simmered within me, fueled not just by the absurd plot but also by the recent betrayal I had endured from Jackson. If he were to come crawling back, apologizing for everything today, I would tell him to shove it. Screw him and his apologies. Have a backbone please.
With a growl of frustration, I slammed the iPad shut and tossed it onto a nearby table. Glancing up at the wall clock, I saw that it was 2 in the morning. Enough was enough. I decided to call it a night and clock in some much-needed sleep, hoping to escape the tangled mess of thoughts and emotions that had plagued me throughout the evening.
*
As I aimlessly scrolled through my phone, my finger paused on a video from my favorite fan page, "Ivan'ssluttywaist." The username always brought a chuckle to my lips. With a mixture of curiosity and amusement, I tapped on the video and watched as the screen filled with images and videos of myself. I couldn't deny it—I was stunning. But then again, you don't make it in the entertainment industry without a certain level of narcissism.
I found myself laughing at the clever edits, highlighting what the fans deemed my 'iconic' moments. The comments below the video were a mix of adoration, humor, and a touch of exaggeration. They painted an exaggerated image of me, but somehow, it didn't feel entirely wrong.
A thought suddenly struck me—why was I sitting here moping while Jackson went on with his supposed happily ever after? The anger and frustration I had been harboring boiled to the surface. I couldn't let him get away with this.
Standing up from the bed, determination surged through me. No way was I going to sit back and let Jackson's wedding pass without a word.
Their precious wedding was scheduled for tomorrow, and I made up my mind in an instant. I was going to crash that party and make some headlines of my own.
Swiftly, I grabbed my phone, my fingers moving with purpose as I booked the closest available ticket, departing in just an hour. There was no time to waste. I moved around my room at the speed of light, throwing together an outfit that screamed "I'm here to make a statement."
Before leaving, I paused at Emily and Rose's room, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. Not informing Emily about my real destination, she would surely convince me otherwise.
In a whirlwind of emotions and adrenaline, I found myself settled into first class on my way to confront Jackson and shake things up. The engines roared to life as the plane prepared for takeoff, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation and defiance. Tomorrow's headlines would be anything but dull.