Page 36 of Personal Foul

“What did I do?”

“Social media is buzzing with pictures of you and Crew at the school yesterday.”

Kaiden rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah? Good.”

“I also saw you went to a club. We told you no drink—”

“I wasn’t drinking. I danced with my girlfriend all night and drank water.”

“Girlfriend, huh? Getting back to the positive press, there were a few comments that popped up here and there calling it a stunt. However, because all the pictures from yesterday were from cell phones and not a media source, people are eating it up. The school principal told the story of you meeting Joey and deciding to help them. Maintaining that you wanted to keep it as a surprise and under wraps.”

“It was one of the best things I’ve ever done.”

“And it showed. Public opinion is turning around.”

“Then your work is done.”

“Not exactly. I have interviews set up, leading to training camp.”

“All right,” he said, yawning around the words. “Listen, I’ve got to piss and there’s a warm woman waiting for me in bed. Text me what I need to know. Bye, Pace.”

He disconnected the call and stood, stretching. After peeing and washing his hands, he headed back to bed, slidingin behind Romilly and burying his face where her neck met her shoulder.

“Everything okay?” she murmured.

“It’s perfect.”

She patted his arm that was wrapped around her. “Good.”

Chapter Eighteen

Romilly quickly learned the magnitude of just how influential Kaiden Demay was when her Etsy shop sold all her paintings. She also received a lot of DMs asking questions, from when she’d have more paintings to how Kaiden was in bed. A couple of men asked to marry her. Women wanted pictures of Kaiden, preferably without clothes, and they were willing to pay an astronomical amount.

When she went to the post office, people pointed at her. A couple of kids asked for her autograph. It wasn’t the mob mentality from the art show, but it was intrusive. She didn’t understand why people would be interested in her when it was Kaiden who was famous.

Kaiden’s image manager booked him interviews, including one in New York and one that was a podcast, so he had flown out the day before. He was due to come home the next day. She stayed home, painting, and changing her online store. Stepping into social media, she couldn’t help but check what people were saying. For the next hour, she went down a few rabbit holes. Even among the positive posts, hateful comments sprouted. People mentioned how Kaiden couldn’t do a few good deeds to wipe out the bad. She hated that his motivations were looked at with scorn and derision, even though he put his whole heart in the things he did.

When he returned, they tore each other’s clothes off, kissing and touching and exploring each other. As he stared into her eyes, he pushed forward and she gasped as he filled her up. His thick cock bumped against a spot deep inside her that caused pleasure to tingle through every cell in her body and short-wired her brain. And when he did it again, she couldn’t stop her fingernails from digging into his shoulders.

“Ah, yes, Babe,” he gasped. “God, you feel so good.”

She might feel good to him, but he kept doing that hip thing that drove every thought out of her head. Driving her over the edge, she came, splintering in a bazillion atoms of bliss. Never had an orgasm shook her so hard and she stared, dazed, up at Kaiden as he found his own release.

Laying content in his arms, she dozed on and off as his fingers drew lazy circles on her back.

“You can come watch training camp.”

That snapped her to attention. “Oh, um. Perhaps. I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“You won’t be.”

“It’s a little impractical for me to come to Illinois.”

“I’d send a car.”

“Let’s play it by ear. Okay?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Okay.”

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