Trey is a single, sexy heartthrob who can have any woman he wants. Because of his career and notoriety, he really never has time for love, other than a few flings, but all that changes when he meets Cynthia Santana, a beautiful, independent, financ...
"You feeling any better?" My little cousin Rebecca asked waking up next to me.
She'd taken a nap with me earlier because I was feeling sick once we got home from the amusement park and my feet had swollen.
I'd woken up about five minutes ago and felt much better though.
"A lot better actually." I said scrolling through Instagram.
"Good," She said sitting up, "this bed sleeps amazing. You think Trey will sleep in my room and let me sleep up here with you until I go back home?"
I laughed, "Not a chance."
She giggled, "Well it never hurts to ask."
"Why do I have all of these new follow requests?" I said irritated as I looked at the long list of people I had no clue who they were.
"I saw where Trey left a comment on your last pic you posted. You know his fans come out of the woodworks." She said laughing as she grabbed her phone off his nightstand.
I shook my head, "Now that makes sense."
I found the post Rebecca was talking about.
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"Yeah, I forgot he did that." I said rolling my eyes, "but my page is private. Unless I approve you, you can't see my page, so that's not it."
"Wait, that's from two weeks again. He posted this today and his page is public. He tagged you and everything! That's why they coming for you." She said laughing.
"Let me see." I said going to his page to see what Rebecca was talking about.
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