Streaming Romance

Chapter 3

Why'd you skip the second chapter? Like Saya even I can see "Stats" and The stats don't lie—I know you did! The main male protagonist makes his grand entrance there. Go back and read it, and don't even think about skipping. When you're done, I expect a full confession in the comment section that you've read every single chapter!

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The Unseen Battles

In the picture: Saya Frost and her Manager Kylie

Saya's POV

I pressed the ice pack against my forehead, the cool relief battling the throbbing headache that had been building since last night's chaotic debacle. The bathroom light glared harshly, and the mirror reflected a mess of makeup streaked down my face, a stark reminder of the previous night's events.

Kylie, my ever-so-patient manager, sat on the edge of the bathroom sink, flipping through the tabloids with an expression of disbelief. Her perfectly coiffed hair and impeccably tailored suit seemed almost out of place in the face of the chaos that was now my life.

"Look at this, Saya," Kylie said, her voice tinged with incredulity as she handed me one of the glossy pages.

The headline blared in bold letters.

Saya Frost and Bryce Marciano: An Unexpected Pairing?

Below the headline were photos of Bryce and me from the movie theater, my face flushed with anger, his smirk as smug as ever.

I sighed, holding the ice pack to my head more firmly. "Great. Just what I needed."

Kylie shook her head, her eyes scanning the article with frustration. "I can't believe you got yourself into this mess. I always thought you were so calm and composed. What happened?"

"It wasn't me, it was Bryce," I said, my voice laced with bitterness. "He has a way of turning everything into a spectacle. He's the one who started it."

Kylie raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I'm not saying you're blameless, Saya. I mean, your presence at the movie might have skyrocketed ticket sales, but it's not helping your image. Fans are now speculating there's something going on between you and Bryce. Why would you let him drag you into this?"

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't exactly plan for this. I was there on a date with David, remember? Bryce just happened to show up and stir the pot. I didn't ask for this circus."

Kylie sighed, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "Well, at least David's PR managed to minimize his presence in the tabloids. Your message is filled with texts from him, asking if you're okay. He's even invited you to watch his NBA match tonight to make up for the chaos."

I glanced at my phone, where David's messages were indeed overflowing. He had been incredibly supportive despite the media frenzy. I read through his texts, his concern evident in every word.

I tapped out a quick reply: "Thanks for the support, David. I'd love to come to the game tonight. See you there."

As I hit send, I couldn't help but notice the absence of David's name in the tabloids. It seemed like his PR team had done an excellent job of keeping him out of the scandal. A small pang of unease struck me. Was this his way of distancing himself from the mess, leaving me to deal with the fallout alone?

Kylie and I headed out to watch David's game, the evening air crisp and cool. I had chosen to wear a sleek, black high-fashion dress that hugged my figure just right. The dress was a statement in itself—elegant yet bold, with a low back and delicate beading that caught the light as I moved.