She hung up before he could respond. What the fuck was happening? He looked at his phone. It felt like a magic wand in his hand. It could make things better, but also cause untold destruction. Whatever had happened in the thirty minutes since he last looked at social media would be something forhim to worry about later. Right now, he had a beautiful young man in his bed, ready to be eaten out and then plugged up for later. He left his phone on the kitchen side and walked back to his bedroom, not giving Fiona a second thought.
Fiona was a ball-breaker, but Ryder knew she had his back. He’d never seen her look so rattled. She often stayed behind her desk when they met, but this time she came round to his side. What the fuck had happened?
He’d scrolled through his social media on the way over, but most comments about him and Felix were positive, and others weren’t even focussed on them at all. There were trolls, but he had those for everything he published online. Some people didn’t like him, and wanted him to know about it all the time. He didn’t give a fuck.
Ryder had lied to Felix about why he was coming here, as he hadn’t wanted to worry him. He’d told him it was to talk about a brand or endorsement deal. Ryder was selective about the ones he accepted. It needed to be something he would genuinely buy himself and use, and not just because he was gifted it. Thinking of Felix made him smile, and leaving him all plugged up after Ryder had caused him to cum his brains, was enough too make Ryder’s own cock thicken in his jeans. He needed to think about something else. The downside of having a big dick was that people could see when you were hard.
“Have you looked at social media?” asked Fiona.
“Yes. It looked nothing out of the ordinary. The same old trolls, but no worse than usual.”
“Notyoursocial media. Have you looked at his?”
Ryder shook his head. He hadn’t even looked Felix up on social media. Why did he need to do that when he had the real thing in front of him, on his knees, plugged up after just being tongue-fucked to orgasm?
Okay, Ryder, stop thinking about Felix’s hole. This is a business meeting.
“How bad is it?” he asked.
“Bad. Like A-list getting canceled bad.”
“Canceled for what?”
“Being with you.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’ve been photographed with people before of all genders. Why is he so different?”
“Have you looked at that picture of you two at the skating rink?”
“If course I’ve seen it.”
“That’s not what I asked. Have you looked at it? I mean, really looked at it?”
“Fiona, can you stop talking in riddles and be straight with me?”
“It’s a really intimate photo, Ryder. There’s no doubt from the way you’re looking at each other that he’s more than just a fuck.”
“He is a lot more than that.”
“And that’s the point. The other people you’ve been pictured with play to your pump and dump fuckboy image. Now it looks like you’re off the market.”
Was he off the market? He didn’t want anyone else other than Felix, so that probably answered the question. He still needed to talk to his friends, though. Max and Deacon had agreed to meet him after this meeting, and Ryder had told Felix he’d be back for lunch. When he’d left, Felix was in bed, reading on his kindle and looking drowsy. Ryder wouldn’t be surprised if he was asleep when he got home. He’d worn the boy out.
“Tell me what we’re dealing with.”
“His social media has been flooded with angry fans who think he’s taken away their chance of a night with Ryder Quinn.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t. They’ve not just gone for his social media, but his photography business as well. They’ve attacked his work, and where he’s been tagged by his clients for the work he’s done, they’ve attacked them too. His follower count has dropped significantly in the last forty-eight hours.”
“Why?”
“A mix of jealousy and crazy probably.”
“What do we do to fix it?”
“How do you feel about going public with him as your partner? That’ll get his numbers back up.”
