“She looks like she’s trying so hard to keep up.” One tweet read. “Like she knows she’s out of her league.”
And let’s not forget the lingering mystery woman from Griffin’s post-game celebration. Some fans are still convinced that the viralmoment of a fan clinging to him wasn’t just a fluke and that Tatum might not be the only woman in his orbit.
So what’s next for this so-called power couple? If this campaign was meant to solidify Tatum Grace as Griffin Silver’s perfect match, it might have done the opposite. Instead of celebrating the launch, the internet is tearing her apart. Whether Silver will step in to defend her remains to be seen.
One thing’s for sure. The heat isn’t just coming from this beachwear campaign.
I sat in front of my mirror for an hour after reading that article, staring at my too-muscular arms and my lack of hourglass body, and I hated it. I hated every fucking inch of it.I knew this day would come, the one when I caught the public’s attention, but I never expected it to hurt so much.And I wasn’t holding my breath for some press release from Griffin. He wasn’t obligated to clear up anything on my behalf.
His last game was on Wednesday night, and then his team had to travel to New York. I’d heard rumors of flight delays due to bad weather which delayed the next game, and instead of playing Friday night, they were playing Saturday afternoon. Like usual, Millie had shown up fifteen minutes before the game was supposed to start with some kind of cheat meal. It was our favorite part of watching the games because we were both so hard on ourselves.
Today, she chose KFC. She whipped two fried chicken sandwiches out of the paper bag and wiggled her brows. “I have never been so excited for some bad calories,” she said.
“Me neither. Feel like having some wine with it?”
“Is that even a real question?” She plopped down on the couch, tying her messy curls up into some knot on her head, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and unwrapped her sandwich. She leaned forward and took one of the biggest bites I’d ever seen before moaning.
“Should I give you two a minute?” I couldn’t help but joke as I poured us each a glass of pink Moscato.
“Bring me wine, you bitch.”
I handed her the glass which she slowly sipped in between monstrous bites of her sandwich until it was all gone. I ate mine just as fast, and then we were both eyeing the television screen.
“We could watch something else,” she suggested, but I shook my head.
“I actually like watching the games.”
“They do have really nice asses,” she commented just as the teams were heading out, and the cameras zoomed in on them, giving us a delicious view of their very perfect asses.
“I still want them to win,” I admitted softly as they sang the national anthem.
“Me too, even though I hate him.”
“I wish I could hate him.”
They had lost.
Millie and I had sat there, jaws on the ground at all the balls Griffin dropped. He misplayed the ball, letting it slip from his glove at the worst possible moment. It was like watching him at his first-ever game, and everyone was clearly upset, from his teammates to the fans.
A reporter snagged him before he could duck into the locker room, and Millie turned up the volume.
“He better have a damn good excuse for that shitty game,” she snapped.
Still in his uniform, he looked every part exhausted anddefeated. He ran a hand through his damp hair and let out a sigh as he grabbed the mic held out in front of him.
The reporter looked at him through hungry eyes, eager for a story.“Griffin, tough loss tonight. Can you walk us through what went wrong out there?”
“We didn’t execute the way we needed to. The Navigators played hard, and we didn’t capitalize when we had the chance. It’s on us.”
“Understandable. Shifting gears here for a minute, there’s been a lot of talk about your relationship with Tatum Grace after your beachwear campaign together launched yesterday. Can you clarify where you two stand?”
Griffin exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a small smirk before looking directly into the camera.
“Tatum is one of my closest and oldest friends. That’s the truth. There’s no relationship between us, at least, not yet.” He paused, rubbing at the tension in his jaw before adding, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want there to be more, but that’s up to her.”
Murmurs rippled through the press pool, cameras flashing as reporters scrambled to follow up. Millie gasped, and I sat on the edge of my seat as I watched Griffin drop a big fat bomb.
“And the fan who grabbed you after your last win, is anything there?”
