Exposed

Exposed Empire High Book 7 By Ivy Smoak Copyright 2023 Ivy Smoak All Rights Reserved Want a behind-the-scenes look at my journey as an author? The ups, the downs, the movie deals…I’ll share it all! And as a special thank you for joining, you’ll get an exclusive copy of my short story, Matthew Caldwell - The Untouchable. CLICK HERE to join the party! To time and not wasting it. CONTENTS Title Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Matthew Caldwell - The Untouchable A Note From Ivy Chapter 1 Saturday Matt She’s alive. I pushed into the restroom and put my hands on the sink. She’s alive. She’s alive. I felt the wetness on my cheeks. Brooklyn’s alive and she’s married to someone else? It felt like someone was strangling me. Breathe in. Breathe out. This was a dream. A nightmare. I can’t breathe. I closed my eyes tight. I’d wake up soon. I’d realize it wasn’t real. Just like I did most mornings when I reached out and felt the empty sheets. She’s alive. I shook my head. It couldn’t be real. Brooklyn had died 16 years ago. I’d gone to her funeral. I sat on her grave and talked to the dead. I’d lost the love of my life. And I’d been drowning ever since. This isn’t real. The girl I loved wouldn’t have married someone else. She wouldn’t have. She wouldn’t have done that to me. She wouldn’t have disappeared for 16 years to torture me. She wouldn’t break her promises. Breath in. Breathe out. But I’d just touched her. I’d smelled her. I still smelled her on my skin. And for just a second, I’d felt whole again. I didn’t feel alone. I felt loved. I felt needed. I felt like myself. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Chapter 2 Saturday Brooklyn I’m not the girl he knew? Fuck you. Of course I wasn’t the same girl. My father had ruined my life. I’d been in hiding for years. I’d grown up. Of course I’d changed. And it was ironic, because Matthew Caldwell was exactly the same as I remembered him. He was hot headed. Immature. And a total asshole. I stood up off the auditorium floor and tried to compose myself. I cringed as I pulled my pants back up my hips. God, what was wrong with me? The other thing that hadn’t changed about Matt was his whoreish ways. Apparently he’d slept with half of New York City now instead of just half of Empire High. Tanner said it was Matt’s way of grieving. But that didn’t seem like grieving to me. It seemed a lot more like he was perfectly fine. And for the longest time, him being fine meant he was a traitor. A liar. But now? I didn’t even fucking care. What I cared about was that I’d basically just had sex with half of New York too. I needed to be checked for a million STDs now. One touch from him and I was already compromising who I was. I’d always had a hard time keeping my head around him. All Matt ever