Emma's POV
The bus ride home was quiet, but my mind was buzzing with anxiety. My phone had somehow swapped with his-Michelle Cole Roller. Of all the people I could've accidentally switched phones with, it had to be the man who thought I crashed his event on purpose.
I clutched the unfamiliar phone in my hand. How did this even happen? I hadn't noticed until I was already on the bus, far from the café, that I had his sleek, high-tech device. And that meant... Michelle had my phone.
My heart pounded in my chest. He has all my personal stuff. Messages, pictures, social media... my entire life.
The bus finally reached my stop, and I hurried down the street to my apartment. My head was spinning with ways to get my phone back. I didn't know how to contact Michelle. I didn't even have my own phone number memorized. Could I borrow a phone and call myself? Would he even pick up?
As I reached my apartment building, I spotted Sophia, my best friend and neighbor, standing by the entrance, arms crossed and tapping her foot. She had a strange look on her face, part serious, part... amused?
"Emma!" she called out, marching toward me. "We need to talk."
My stomach sank. What now? I hurried to meet her. "Sophia, you won't believe what happened. I accidentally-"
"Hold on!" Sophia interrupted, waving her hand dramatically. "We'll get to that in a minute. But first, can you explain this?" She shoved her phone in front of my face.
Confused, I squinted at the screen. It was... my Instagram profile. But something was off. A picture of Michelle stared back at me. What? It was him, all right-Michelle Cole Roller, the man who'd glared at me with suspicion just hours ago. Except in this picture, he was pulling the most exaggerated duck face, puckering his lips and raising his eyebrows in a ridiculous pose.
My heart dropped. No.
That wasn't the worst part, though. The caption underneath made my stomach churn:
"Date night with the event crasher. Guess she got her wish;) #BossBabe"
I blinked rapidly, trying to process what I was seeing. This... this couldn't be real. I snatched the phone from Sophia's hand, scrolling in disbelief. "I didn't post this! I swear, this isn't me!"
Sophia burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her sides. "I thought you'd lost your mind when I saw it! But seriously, if this wasn't you, then who-"
"Michelle," I muttered, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I accidentally swapped phones with him at the café."
Sophia's laughter stopped immediately. Her eyes widened in shock. "Wait... the Michelle Cole Roller? You swapped phones with him? Are you kidding me?"
I groaned, putting my face in my hands. "I wish I was. He has my phone, and I have his. He must have found my Instagram and decided to... troll me or something!"
Sophia shook her head, trying to suppress another fit of giggles. "Emma, this is insane. What are you going to do? You've got to get your phone back before he does anything worse!"
"I know!" I cried, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. "But I don't know how to reach him. I can't call myself, because he has my phone!"
"Okay, okay, calm down," Sophia said, taking a deep breath. "First of all, you're going to have to deal with the fact that he's probably having the time of his life messing with you right now. But you need to get your phone back. Maybe we can DM him on your Instagram from my phone?"
I paused, considering her suggestion. "That could work... but what if he doesn't check his DMs? He doesn't seem like the type to scroll through messages."
Sophia shrugged. "It's worth a shot. Either that, or you just march right up to his office and demand your phone back."
I cringed at the thought of confronting Michelle again. The last time we spoke, he'd been cold, accusing me of crashing his event. And now this? He must be laughing at how easy it was to humiliate me.
"Okay, fine. Let's DM him," I sighed, feeling completely defeated.
Sophia handed me her phone, and I opened Instagram, typing a quick message:
"Hey, Michelle. I think we swapped phones at the café earlier. Could you please return mine? Thanks."
I hit send and stared at the screen, hoping for some miracle.
"Do you think he'll respond?" I asked, biting my lip.
Sophia smirked. "Knowing him, he's probably enjoying making you sweat. I bet he'll take his sweet time."
I groaned again. "Great. Just great. This day keeps getting worse."
Sophia patted my shoulder sympathetically. "Hey, on the bright side, you're getting some epic content out of this. I mean, that Instagram post is already getting tons of likes."
"Not helping," I muttered, handing her phone back.
I could only hope Michelle wouldn't do anything worse before I got my phone back.
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The Enemy I Hate To Love
RomanceMichelle and Emma are attracted to each other despite their differences and eventually get married. However, Michelle decides to ruin Emma's reputation after he thinks she sabotaged one of his events. "How do I know you're not just a brilliant actre...
