27. Voicemail
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
voicemail
Rhett sent a voicemail twelve hours ago.
“ Milo! Pick up, dude! Code red. Code fucking red. Agh. You’re probably fucking your hot billionaire boyfriend .”
“ Agh, dude! You need to stop sucking him for two minutes and answer my calls. Code red. Code red !”
“ Madelyn knows. She knows you guys are faking it and leaked it to the news. I’m so sorry, M. I’m so so sorry. Please don’t hate me .”
“ Call me !”
Milo:
Dude, what the fuck? Just got your voicemails.
Rhett:
Do you hate me? What a question. I’m sure you hate me.
Milo:
Why would I hate you? What did you do?
Rhett:
Nothing. I swear. I was just talking to Blanche about how you’re so not faking it, and Madelyn overheard me.
Rhett:
The sneaky bitch. I didn’t even hear her until it was too late.
Rhett:
Please don’t hate me.
Milo:
I don’t hate you.
Rhett:
Promise?
Milo:
Promise. I love you, Rhett. You know I could never hate you.
Rhett:
God. That’s a relief. Now delete that last message before your boyfriend sees it and wants to murder me. He already has one reason. Doesn’t need another.
Milo:
Lol. Bye, Rhett.