The A-Lister's Thirst Trap: For My Eyes Only Chapter 2

The trending topic was still mutating.

The most triggered of all were his fans:

"Normally, you won't even show an ankle, and you button your shirts all the way up to your chin! I thought you were the poster boy for male modesty, but instead..."

"What is this?! Liam Hayes's abs?! Let me touch them!"

"Ladies, who has the high-res version?! I need it for my lock screen immediately!"

"Local passerby here—is Liam always like this behind closed doors? This is incredibly hot."

That last comment had the most replies. I clicked into the thread and was nearly blinded by a wall of fans screaming, "NO HE IS NOT!"

Undoubtedly, his fans were in shock.

But I was equally in shock!

I scrolled through the comments, trying to use the fans' collective trauma to offset my own. Before I could even catch my breath, a banner notification popped up at the top of my screen.

It was from my best friend, Sienna. She attached a screenshot.

Sienna: "Summer, please don't tell me this is you?"

The screenshot was the chat history. Indisputable evidence. I lowered my head and confessed: "It's me."

She sent a string of ellipses before genuinely asking: "How on earth did you manage to get on Liam Hayes's radar?"

To be honest, I wanted to know too.

I was just an ordinary girl who appreciated some good eye candy. How did I end up socially executing myself in front of the entire nation?

Even though technically, the one currently being socially executed was my best friend...

Afraid I was causing her trouble, I couldn't help but ask, "Is it going to be a huge mess?"

She replied: "It's fine on my end. Since it wasn't me, my PR team will just issue a denial. It's Liam's side that's going to have a nightmare dealing with this."

I bit my lip, still digesting the reality that the "thirst trap god" was Liam Hayes.

My best friend's gossip radar activated: "So what exactly is going on between you and Liam?"

I didn't know how to explain, so I just said, "He's the player I told you about before."

My best friend practically slammed her desk through the screen: "So the fish he's been trying to hook this whole time was YOU!"

"..."

I felt like this was basically a fairy tale.

Liam Hayes and I were complete strangers.

He didn't know me, and I didn't know him.

Or rather, I knew of him, because he was a massive celebrity.

Aside from that, zero intersection.

How could he possibly be trying to hook me?

Just as I finished denying it in my head, a new message popped up at the top of my phone.

It was the other protagonist of this media storm. He replied.

Liam Hayes: "I'll try to wear less next time."

"..." Bro, are you absolutely sure you didn't catch the wrong fish?