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Chapter 17 Kim's POV

Guilt had rittle my stomach.

Of course, Max's song about me is what got him famous. After all, it was about me. The supermodel who broke his heart.

I wanted to destroy my past.

Yes, I regret sleeping with his best friend, but could someone blame me? It was because of Max focusing on his music career and never seeming to have enough time for me and forgetting little things that I've told Max several thousand times. Like the diets I was on, the parties we were supposed to go to as a couple. My favorite colors, when my birthday was.

These little things bugged me when he forgot about them.

So now I was laying in my bed, my pink and purple bed set strewn across the floor.

Then I heard it. Max's voice singing out about someone with blue eyes and a sweet smile.

It wasn't about me. That's all I knew. He had moved on the day he caught me. He was so over my bullshit that I've given him time and time again.

I couldn't sleep. I let my temper get to me that I threw a tantrum in a nice restaurant when Jake calmed me down by telling me things happen for a reason. Although I sensed a bit of an attitude from him and Lisa.

I couldn't blame them. I wouldn't want to deal with two former lovers' birds breaking up if I were them. But for some reason, it was Bianca who ran after Max. Then on our way home, Max did nothing but talk to Bianca about some stupid book he had read while he was on a trip to Germany.

I haven't even gotten the chance to talk to Bianca because every time I did, Max was right there and I was trying to avoid him, keep the peace up. But from what I saw in Max's eyes, he liked Bianca, very much and I was left in the dust in the mess of the consequences.

I went to sleep, thinking that tomorrow would be a better day.

I woke up to the sound of laughter and the smell of coffee invading my nostrils almost causing me to throw up.

I never did like the smell of coffee. I hated coffee in general.

When I went downstairs, everyone had already eaten and their dishes were already washed. There sat a plate with everything from breakfast on the island but no one paid any attention to me. Which was fine because I didn't want to be involved in their current conversation anyways. I had a video to make for today's haul.

I went outside just as the mailman was leaving and grabbed the mail and the ginormous box with my name on it and rushed back to my room.

I turned on my Chatterbox account and went live.

"Hey, guys it's Kimmie Jones, and today we are trying on a new haul in the new content house! I'm so excited because this place has a walk-in closet for all of my clothes and I can't wait for you guys to see what I got!" I squealed with fake enthusiasm.

But my fans weren't interested in my haul. They wanted to know what happened last night between me and Max.

"Guys now isn't the time to discuss this. When I'm good and ready to talk about it. I will." I announced before threatening to cut off the live stream.

Some of my fans seemed to have calmed down. But some kept asking. I sighed and turned off the live stream. This whole thing was a disaster.

I stood up and walked over to Max's room. When I knocked all I heard was a deepened silence.

"We need to talk. Not only to each other but to those who are watching and we need to do it NOW" I growled when I heard a quick shuffle.

Max opened the door and heaved out a sigh. Then he nodded, agreeing with me.

He welcomed me into his room and I sat down on one of the two chairs in his room. Max scooted over to me with his phone already prepped for a live stream for the fans.

So I turned on my live stream for the show and took a deep breath.