I laugh. “Feeling poetic tonight in DC?” I search the chat, heart racing. “DirtTGirl, you with me, too?”
DirtTGirl
Here. I have some news. But you go first
Fuck.Alena’s so sweet. I think I know what her news is; she can’t do this anymore either. We’re a thing. She’s loyal to me, Loch.
So, please don’t hate me for this.
“Yeah, I have some news, and it’s why I asked you all here. I… uh…” I wipe my sweating hands on my leather pants. This is so damn surreal… and real. “I’ve found someone. There’s something special between us, and we’re taking a chance together. So this—me and my OnlyFans—it doesn’t feel right anymore. I’d never hurt her or cheat on her.”
HarrySmiles
Daddy I’ll share you. Don’t leave
JuicyLipsNLondon
How do you know she’s the one when you never gave ME a chance
I think Juicy is being cheeky. I’ve only allowed good people and vibes in this chat. No negativity allowed.
“Yeah, JuicyLips, HarrySmiles, CherryGirl, everyone.” I pause, my heart clenching. “I’m going to miss you all, but she’s so beautiful, smart, and funny. Even though I can be a brainless meathead, I think she likes me back. So, I’m hers; she’s mine, and I’m telling her who I am tomorrow, so this is our last chat.”
CherryGirl
But is she right for you? You can’t hide who you are. That’s not love
“Don’t worry,” I answer, though anxiety explodes through me—Fuck, CherryGirl is prophetic—it makes me struggle to parse my lies from reality. My truth. “I get off on understanding her pleasure, and she gets off on being understood. We’re two forces of nature, meant to collide.”
ProudWhoreinDC
Well that’s love and too bad for us but I’m happy for you
The chat lights up with begrudging congratulations. I’m tempted to be a cliché asshole and say, “We can still be friends,” but that’s not who I’m focused on.
“DirtTGirl? What’s your news?”
Three dots appear under her name. Alena’s typing while the chat fills. My fans are losing their minds when aBANG, BANG, BANGhits my cabin door.
“Shit. Just a minute, everyone.”
Who is it? Fucking Jace? Maybe it’s Wilder, early for his watch.
Quickly, I mute my mic and jump up, leaving my laptop facing my empty bed while Mutt barks from my bathroom. I put him in there during my kinky videos. It would’ve been my luck if a fan had recognized me by my dog.
Ripping my cabin door open, my heart stops.
It’s Alena, standing in the nighttime drizzle, her white tank top and pajama shorts wet, her feet in rainboots, her eyes wide and ribs heaving.
Blinking, we stand.
Staring.
I’d pinch myself to see if this is real, but it is.
She blinks back tears and raindrops, shocked. “A brainless meathead? Something special between us? You get off on understanding and I get off on being understood? Two forces of nature meant to collide? Did youwantme to know it’s you?”
Fuck.
