I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Emery’s POV

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I got back home feeling mentally drained, like my brain had been put in a blender and someone hit pulse.

All I wanted was sleep, Real sleep. The kind where I don’t dream about Daisy’s face or my dad’s happiness or the word scandal floating around my head like a curse, I kicked my shoes ff, flopped onto my bed, and shut my eyes. And in less than a freaking second…

BEEP

1 groaned into my pillow. “Please don’t be Daisy,” I mumbled. “an’t do round two.”

I thought about ignoring it… But a small okay, huge, part of me whispered:

What if it’s Atlas?

So I grabbed my phone.

Welp.

Not Atlas.

And thank God, not Daisy.

Gia: Hey, babes, can you send the shots I took of you today?

My brain was basically on airplane mode, so without even thinking, I clicked into my camera roll, selected the photos, hit send, and tossed my phone back onto the bed like I was done with life. The phone buzzed again, probably Gia saying “slay queen” or something. I ignored it. Now time to sle…..

My eyes shot open. A thought hit me so fast it felt like a slap.

You didn’t send that to Gia.

I blinked.

No. I did.

I specifically selected the photos. I hit send. I am a functioning adult with working thumbs. There is absolutely no reason to check… Except my heart was already pounding like it knew something I didn’t.

I sat up so fast my hair whipped into my face. My stomach tightened. My hands suddenly felt cold. I grabbed my phone. My screen lit up. I clicked into the messages. And my soul left my body.

Because the photos….the freaking photos I was desperately praying went to Gia, were sitting right there in the chat…

Under the name:

Atlas Lawson.

I froze then dropped my phone like it burnt me, snatched my plow, and screamed straight into it like I was being exorcised.

Muffled panic. Full volume.

And for one dramatic second, I genuinely considered letting the billow take me out. Because that would be less

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embarrassing than living through this. I picked up my phone again with shaking hands, eyes squeezed shut, like if I didn’t look, it wouldn’t be real.

Please. Please let me be hallucinating. Please let my exhausted bain be playing tricks on me. I opened one eye. There it was. My lingerie pictures staring at me like it was somehow mocking me…But my tits do look good here…dammit, focus Emery!

Sent.

Delivered.

And then to finalize my mental torture and help my soul ascend out of my body and away from the most embarrassing moment of my adult freaking life.

Seen.

HE FREAKING SAW IT!!!!!

And it somehow just keeps getting worse cause those three dots

opped up. Ha, Atlas was typing. Would it really be a bad

idea if I smashed my phone against the wall? Then I could swear with my life I never sent that.

“Hey Siri,” I whispered, voice shaking.

My phone lit up like it was ready to help me ruin my life.

“Where’s the nearest cliff?” I said, “Because I’m gonna jump and inally say goodbye.”

Ding.

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The plan was simple. Come home. Drop my bag. Crawl into bed Knock out. Pretend the last twenty-four hours never happened.

That was it.

Instead, I’d been standing in my room for the past thirty minute-frozen in place, staring at my phone like it was a bomb with a countdown I could literally hear in my ears. My screen glowed in my hand. My palm was sweaty. My thumb hovered over the keyboard like it had stage fright.

Why?

Just… why couldn’t I catch a break?

What do I even say?

Hey Atlas, so funny story… I accidentally sent you my semi-nudes at 10 p.m. because I’m apparently illiterate and can’t read

names.

I muffled a scream into my hand because even I could hear how stupid that sounded. Nobody was going to believe that. Not at night. Not with those pictures. Not with the way my soul was currently trying to leave my body.

I let out a long, tortured groan and dragged both hands down, m face, like I could wipe off the humiliation. My hair was a mess. My heart was pounding. My stomach felt like it was full of glitter and anxiety.

What am I gonna do?

Maybe I’ll start by killing Gia. Yeah. Murder didn’t sound that bal right now.

Because if she hadn’t texted me asking for those photos, none of this would’ve happened. I would’ve been asleep, drooling

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peacefully on my pillow like a normal human being. Atlas would be in Canada doing hockey things. And my lingerie pics would be sitting safely in my thread where they belonged.

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