Griffin looked away from the camera to the reporter, shaking his head.
“That was just a fan caught up in the moment. There’s nothing between us, and there never was. I don’t even know her name.”
The screen changed, going to a different player of the team, and Millie’s head snapped toward me, her eyes big, glasses skewed on her face from her sharp movement.
“That fucking changes things.”
I nodded.
It changed everything.He publicly claimed me.
CHAPTER 30
TATUM
PRESENT
It had been two days. And not a single call or text from him.Not one.
I had gained ten thousand followers on Instagram overnight and had been reached out to by the owners of Salt and Siren to do another campaign with Griffin for their next launch because apparently, they’d sold out overnight.
He had created absolute chaos with that interview, and he knew it.
They lost their fourth game and were heading back home, where they were to play tomorrow in the Atlanta stadium. I was half expecting him to show up at my door any minute now with some big stupid grand gesture.
To ease my nerves, I’d gone out to get groceries, driving past my usual grocery store where the robbery had happened. I still had yet to face my fears, so instead, I made the extra thirty-minute drive to the one outside of town. I picked up a few essentials. I was running low on all my favorite snacks, and after my body had been torn apart last week, I was on a new diet.
I would have a damn hourglass body in three months, and then all those stupid people could suck eggs for all I cared.
I made my trip short, feeling a little uneasy and like I was being watched, which wasn’t unlikely after Griffin’s statement three days ago. But something was making my skin crawl. I just wanted to get home.
In the parking lot, I grabbed all my bags so I wouldn’t have to make two trips, then made the trip up the elevator to my floor and then down the long, narrow, carpeted hall to my door.
I was rummaging through my bag for my key when I looked up and noticed it was cracked open. I knew I didn’t leave it open. Pushing open the door, I dropped everything I was holding at the sight before me.
It had been absolutely trashed.
Reaching for my phone with shaky hands, I dialed 911 and waited for the operator. I was told to wait outside with someone to make sure the robbers weren’t there, but I wasn’t friendly with my neighbors, and Millie was working. So I called Dustin.
“Hey, you’ve been in the news a lot lately.” He answered on the second ring.
“Dustin,” I cried into the speaker and fell to my knees, looking at the mess in front of me.
“What happened, Tate? Talk to me.”
“Someone broke in. It’s…it’s…oh god, it’s such a mess,” I cried, wrapping one arm around my torso as I took in the broken things left discarded on the floor. This was my home. I had worked hard for it.
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s Millie?”
“Work,” I whispered, hot tears rushing down my cheeks.
“Call her. Have you called the police?”
“They should be here any minute.”
