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Prologue
Welcome to the Book Boyfriend Dating Agency
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Chapter One
TARAE
“Tarae, girl, you need to take this shit seriously. People are crazy out here nowadays.”
I sigh as I listen to Cierra lecture me for the umpteenth time. I’m just glad she can’t see my face as she fusses.
“Cierra, you’re my best friend, and I love you like a sister, but you are not my mama. You’ve got to chill out. These people are keyboard thugs. If I ever saw them face to face, they would shit on themselves.”
“Tarae, you’re a star. People are invested in your life whether you like it or not. You need to get a bodyguard or something.”
I roll my eyes at the thought of having a bodyguard. Cierra is overacting as usual.
“I’m just a sports reporter, CeCe. People are nosy because of Mark. Once a real celebrity does something, they’ll forget all about me,” I reply in exasperation.
It’s been two weeks since the news of my pro-football player boyfriend was caught red-handed cheating on me. If it wasn’t humiliating enough that the man I thought I was going to marry was cheating on me, I had to relive it over and over again because people kept tagging me on social media. The video vividly replays in my mind…
“Alexa are you and Mark a couple?” The paparazzi yells.
“Of course, I don’t just go around kissing everybody!” Alexa says giggling.
“What about Tarae, Mark?”
“Tarae is a hateful witch that can’t stand to see us happy.” Alexa smirks at the camera before giving a big show of kissing Mark and walking off.
Watching a video online isn’t the best way to find out that your man is gallivanting around Dallas with a barely legal rapper, and I use the term rapper hella loosely because singing nursery rhymes with autotune isn’t what I would categorize as rap.
But hey what do I know, I’m just the hateful witch.
The worst part about all this is I can’t even show my ass like I really want to because of my career. It took everything in me not to smash the windows out of his car and slash three of his car tires. I wanted to crash out so bad.
Instead, I had to constantly say no comment to the paparazzi who were following me and block a few people on social media. I’ve kept quiet while this little twit’s fans have called me every name under the sun, like I’m the one who cheated. CeCe might be right that people are crazy, but I really doubt they’re dangerous.
“Tarae, I’m gonna hold your hand while I say this… you are arealcelebrity, sweetie.” Even over the phone, I can tell CeCe is smiling.
“Ce, just leave it alone. I swear, you’re supposed to be lifting me up right now…”
“Babe, I am lifting you up. Have you seen the latest article that’s out?” CeCe questions in a tone that makes my stomach turn.
“No, I turned off all of my social media alerts after I took my vacation time. I mean, it can’t get any worse, right?”
“Oh sweetie—” CeCe takes a deep breath before my phone beeps with a text message.