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My stomach sank to the ground. “Oh god, what kind of videos?”
But I knew.
Tyler took a deep breath. “With a quick search of your maiden name, you can find them, but I don’t recommend it. Braden didn’t call you about it? He’s lawyered up.”
“Crap, crap, crap.”
“The case is going to be a big one because it’s about privacy, videos, the #MeToo movement, what’s publishable, and a big issue right now, revenge porn—”
“Holy shit, Tyler, did you just say revenge porn, porn?”
“I didn’t watch it but it looks like it’s kind of porny. I don’t think you filmed it to be shown to the public.”
I didn’t. Years ago, so sure Braden and I were going to be together forever, I let him film me while we had sex. I said dumb things. I did stuff pretending to be sexier and more raunchy than I actually was. Embarrassing, pornstar kind of bullshit. Because he loved me and we were going to get married and he was never going to betray me with...
And now it was public.
Now it was not only public but part of a ratings war between children pretending to be influential and important influencers. With brains the size of walnuts.
I glanced over at Magnus. He was still in conversation but his eyes flitted to me in discussion with Tyler. I decided, a split second decision, to go for the coverup.
So I smiled.
Tyler followed my eyes to Magnus and back.
I said, while smiling, “So what are the odds that I can ignore this and it will go away?”
“If no one watches Fox and Friends then you’re cool.”
I groaned, still trying to smile. “Mom and Dad will know by the end of the day.”
“You need a lawyer. I researched it, you can file Take Down Notices with the websites carrying the videos.”
“I’ll probably need a public relations person to get on top of the story.”
“Maybe... How will your husband take it, he seems pretty traditional?”
I stared at Magnus for a moment.
“I have no idea...”
Magnus was watching me, his eyes squinted.
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Sure, I wanted you to know in case someone blindsided you with the information. The press is involved, which means they might want to talk to you—”
It hit me that someone might be looking for me, lawyers, or a reporter, or Braden might want to try to explain.
“Crap, this is coming at a terrible time.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
I shook my head. “No, not, no, not at all. I’ll figure it out, thanks.” I excused myself to go to the restroom to try to get on top of my heartbeat.
“What was Tyler sayin’ tae ye?”
“Tyler? Oh, nothing, not really. Just something he saw on the news, I’ll—”
