Tatum
What about the paps?
Griffin
Hunter and Graham are outside your building now. Wear the hat I gave you, keep your head down, and get in the back seat. You won’t be seen.
Tatum
You sent them without me accepting?
Griffin
Knew you’d say yes.
Tatum
Changed my mind. I’m not interested in seeing you.
Griffin
Get in the car, Tate. I need to see you.
Tatum
I’m not a booty call.
Griffin
*GIF: man wiggling brows*
Not what I had in mind…
But anything can be arranged.
Graham and Hunter were waiting for me downstairs, and I slid into the back seat as instructed. We made light conversation on the hour drive to their place. They mostly spoke to each other, and I scrolled on my phone, answering messages and comments on my recent posts.
“You’re really an influencer, huh?” Hunter asked, knowing it was more a dig at me than genuine curiosity.
“Yup.” I didn’t bother looking up at him. He’d alwaysirritated me. Graham was the innocent one, but Hunter, on the other hand, was the instigator.
“You using Silver to get a bigger following?” This time I did look up. Glaring at him, I fought the urge to tell Graham to pull over, that I’d find my own way home.
“Okay, enough. Don’t do that shit. You’re a prick,” Graham answered for me, punching his brother on the shoulder from the driver’s seat, not taking his eyes off the road.
“Thanks.” I gestured to Graham and crossed my arms over my chest, slitting my eyes further. “Any other questions for me?”
“Uh, nah. We’re good.” Hunter turned back to the front for the rest of the drive, staying conversation-free.
The house they parked in front of was a small, two-story home in a quiet, family-oriented neighborhood. A Jeep and an SUV were parked in the driveway. Graham parked by the curb, and I slid out of the car just as Griffin stepped onto the porch, a big grin pulling at his lips. I ducked my head and ran into the house, not stopping to greet him, so worried I’d be seen.
“You better explain to Hunter that I’m not here to gain new followers, that I don’t need your help to do that,” I told him, taking the hat off and shaking out my hair as he closed the front door behind the twins.
“You said that?” He whirled around on his friend.
“Someone has to watch out for you.” Hunter raised his hands in defense.
“Nah, bro. That wasn’t cool,” Graham commented, brushing past me and heading for the kitchen where he pulled a beer from the fridge.
