Before I leave Edge for the day, Valentine updates me on the latest social media whirl after our club sighting.
Latest blog entry from chicagogal243—
Malcolm Saint, our favorite bad boy, in a relationship? So, readers, do you believe that our sexiest bachelor could ever be monogamous? I sure don’t . . .
Twitter:
Spotted this weekend @MalcolmSaint back on with the lying reporter!
She’s SO wrong for you @MalcolmSaint SO WRONG!!!! YOU’RE A PRINCE AND SHE’S A FROG!
On his Interface page:
Saint, my darling! Jeremiah and I sent you an invite to our 1st anniversary—you can bring your friend along.
On Facebook:
Just PM’ed you, S. We’re planning the yearly group trip to Monte Carlo. RSVP soon?
His Instagram:
Your new girl is luscious and lovely! Call me if you want me to meet her and kiss her, give you a little show. CALL ME!
“You’ve hired a team of bodyguards, I hope?” Valentine asks me when he closes the internet search.
“No, but I have a Saint protecting me,” I say, tongue in cheek.
“So it’s a no to that threesome that woman’s offering?” he baits.
“Really, that lady has no clue how full Saint’s hands are going to be with me.”
Valentine laughs, and I shake my head and head to the elevators, smiling to myself. Sin, oh Sin, should I learn to wrestle so I can properly deal with these chicks?
Can’t we just tell them all I’m the one who has dibs on you?
