Page 111 of Mr. Wicked

“Yes. There are lots of hes who follow me. I have a huge audience, don’t forget.”

I hadn’t forgotten.

I’d spent enough time observing her accounts to know just how popular she was.

But most of the comments I’d seen were from women.

“What’s he saying?”

“He’s just talking to me about my last video that went viral. It was for a meal kit and he’s a wicked foodie, so he’s teasing me about the lack of spice that I used.” She glanced up. “He likes his food extra spicy, and I’m more of a salt lover. He’s telling me I could have added sriracha to the shrimp tacos instead of the smoked paprika that I sprinkled on. We’ll debate this for a couple of days—that’s just how we are.”

“I bet that’s the only reason he’s talking to you.” My teeth ground together. “You sure know a lot about your followers ... don’t you?”

“Some, yes.”

“Like him?”

She continued to type. “Well, him and I have been talking for a while, so yes, I know things about him.”

“Is he single?”

She finally looked at me again. “Does it matter?”

I kept my voice low. “Answer me, Jovana.”

“Yes. He’s single.”

I held out my hand. “Let me see what he’s saying.”

Her neck craned back. “You mean you want to look at my phone?”

The fire was back, and this time it was in the back of my throat. “Yes.”

“Grayson ...” She turned her face to the side. “Are you trying to be my bodyguard? Or are you jealous?”

I couldn’t tell if she was saying this because the photographer and my assistant were nearby or if she was really wondering.

Regardless, I didn’t have an answer. I just needed to see the words that man had typed to her.

It was as simple as that.

“Give it to me, Jovana.”

She placed the phone in my hand. “Here you go. I have nothing to hide.”

I scrolled through the messages. There were hundreds.

And when I exited out of their chat box, there were thousands of other DMs from men.

Some were telling her how sexy she was. Some were asking her out on dates. Some were requesting and sending her pictures. Some begging for her number.

They were doing whatever they could to capture her attention.

“Jesus,” I huffed.

“Welcome to my social media world.” She’d moved behind me and was reading the screen over my shoulder. “Here’s a good one ... look.” She clicked on a DM and a dick pic instantly popped up.

“Fuck, get that away from me.” I handed the phone back to her.

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