Within the past five hours alone, I've received thousands of calls from various blogs, newsagents and reporters, all requesting for an exclusive interview. Some have even offered thousands of dollars to persuade me to say a few words, but my response has been the same: "no comment."
I honestly do not have anything to say. I'm shocked. I'm numb. And I feel guilty as hell.
Hector and I did not actually have sex, but what difference does it make? No one will believe me.
"Chipmunk, wallowing in bed all day will not solve anything. You've got work to do. You need to get up and prepare for the day."
That's exactly what Jasmine said to me three hours ago.
I arrived at my company two hours later to meet a sea of reporters already camped outside. I don't have a bodyguard and my heart is already quaking at the thought of going past the crowd of gossip-hungry reporters.
Thankfully, two of my company's security guards hurry forward and pull my door open.
