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Chapter 73: Ten Minutes

The second part of voting! It is at the bottom of the chapter, as usual.
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Clay POV.

“He does understand that this is what the internet is like… right?” Monica asked as I rambled to her about what was happening to George . “I mean everyone hates everyone. All celebrities know this and know not to cry about it.” Her words made sense, and while someone who has been on the internet for ages might know that, George hasn’t been on the internet for that long.

“Well George isn’t a celebrity… at least not like the two of us.” I told her while talking slowly. I didn’t want to repeat myself, or begin talking about how George was raised without the internet in his life, cause I know that she could harass him online about it if she wanted to. “He isn’t an actor, or a model, or a singer, or anything like that. He’s just… George.”

“And what would you like me to do?” She questioned, a hint of annoyance in her tone and I really considered hanging up on her right then and there but I didn’t.
“Please can you tell your fans to stop harassing him. Say you posted it irrationally or you were mad at him, or just talk them down.” I paused a moment before adding a ‘please’.

Monica didn’t respond, instead the ravenette woman thought it over for a few long moments. A fear ran through me that she’d do something irrational or stupid, or ask for me to do something deeply disgusting and humiliating in return for her helping me. No matter what it was though, I would likely do that, otherwise George would live the rest of his life receiving death threats.

“Sure.” My thoughts were cut off by her surprising answer and then she continued. “But I would like something out of it.” Expected. I hope it isn’t too bad though.
“Anything.” I responded, knowing that George’s happiness was worth it.

“I want you to spend the day with me and our son, Noah.” She answered promptly, making my eyes widen. She wanted me to spend the day with her and her son. Well that was simple. But this was Monica we were talking about, it wouldn’t be just this simple.

“What would spending the day with you and your son mean?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, or at least my free arm, as I leaned against the wall of the bathroom.
“It’ll be simple.” She responded, and I could tell that she was smiling into the phone. “You spend ten hours with us. From 9am until 7pm.” She explained.

Okay that seemed simple enough. “What else?” I questioned.
“I just want you to spend a day with both of us. We will go to a theme park or the movies. Just spend it like families do.” She spoke as if it was simple, but knowing her there would be some twist I didn’t know about.

“When do you want this to happen?” I asked. “I want it to be as soon as possible so that you take down the post of George and tell everyone you overreacted and then...”
“No need to worry, I’ll take the post down right now. But if you come up with some reason to avoid Noah and I then I will repost it and make it worse, alright?”

“Fine.” I replied. “When will that be?” She grew quiet again, a way of signalling it was still being decided, but after a moment of silence she continued again.
“Y’know I’m doing what you always used to do for me.” She spoke sensually. “Warm bath, candles. The only thing I’m missing is someone to be in here with.”

“Too bad.” I responded, my eyes narrowing. “I have a warm bed and an amazing boyfriend I should be with, instead I am talking to you.”
“Well then you better be getting back to him.” Monica responded. “I will delete the post now and come up with a day before getting back to you.”

“You do that.” I hummed absently. “Night.” Before she could respond I ended the call before just staring at my phone for a few minutes. After thinking it over I reluctantly added her contact to my phone and put her name in. When I was originally engaged to her I had a heart next to her name, but this time there wasn’t one. The only heart got to go beside George’s name.

Then I turned off my phone and headed back out to the bedroom where George was laying in the bed, still asleep. I put the phone on the bedside table before joining him under the covers and pulling him close. Much to my pleasant surprise he was awake. “Where did you go?” The brunette questioned, his eyes droopy and sleepy.

“I just needed the bathroom.” I responded. I didn’t want to tell him that I was calling Monica, especially when it was a conversation about him which we had while she was naked in a bathtub, according to what she said. “Sorry if I took a while, I’m just kinda tired.”
“You were almost gone for ten minutes.” He muttered, his gaze downcast.

“You were counting?” I asked with a grin, trying to deflect the conversation. “That’s kinda creepy George. You’re such a weirdo.” Although it did make the brunette grin, it didn’t work.
“Why did you take so long? You couldn’t have been just using the bathroom.” Seeing his beautiful yet saddened eyes made me want to just confess, but it was too soon.

“Fine. I needed to make a phone call.” I admitted, although not planning to give out too much of the other information, mainly who I was on the call with.
“Who were you calling?” He immediately and predictably asked in response.
“It was Wilbur.” I answered quickly, since it was the first name that I could think of.

“Why were you calling Wilbur at 3am in the bathroom?” The brunette questioned, to which I just shrugged before quickly realising that it wasn’t a good enough response.
“I needed to talk about you.” I explained in response.

His eyes widened as I said that, but before he could ask what exactly we were talking about I continued. “I just asked if you could spend the afternoon with him tomorrow.” I explained. “Since I have an interview tomorrow and I don’t want you to have to tag along, or stay here alone. So I asked if you could hang out with Wilbur.”

“At 3am?” George responded questioningly, but before I could say anything he continued. “And I thought yesterday was going to be your last interview before your movie premiere.”
“That was the original plan.” I nodded. “But they wanted some final promo stuff for us to film.” It wasn’t a bad lie, I’d just need to message Wilbur to ask if he was free to hang out.

“Oh.” The brunette replied. “That makes sense. And I guess I’d be fine hanging out with Wilbur tomorrow afternoon.”
“Perfect.” I smiled while nuzzling against his neck. “And sorry for not telling you earlier.”
“It’s alright.” George smiled before yawning and closing his eyes. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” I said with a final kiss to his forehead. Then I grabbed my phone to message Wilbur and let him know, but as I did I noticed the message from Monica, saying she deleted the post.
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