Matt Lincoln

“she scrambled to stay on her feet. “You get to take whatever pictures and videos you want, but I can’t have a single picture of the two of us.” “Stop yelling at me,” Vanessa bit back defiantly. “You know what would happen if that got out.” “And the entire time,” Monroe barreled on, his voice getting louder and more agitated by the second. “I have to sit back and watch you go around dating every actor and musician that looks your way. Who is it now? That guy you met on your last set?” “Baby, you know it’s not like that,” Vanessa tried to argue as he picked the phone up off the table. “Like hell, it isn’t!” Monroe roared off camera. There was a crash, and Vanessa screamed, and then the image cut out again, and I wanted to screen. The image returned for just a second and then jittered once before finally coming fully back to life again. “Austin, stop!” Vanessa was sobbing now. The phone was shaking, and all I could see was the boat’s deck and Monroe’s shoes. “Do you even care about me!?” Monroe was still screaming, pacing back and forth. “I--” Vanessa attempted”
― Matt Lincoln, Dirty Deal

“Mike”
― Matt Lincoln, Into the Blue