Page 16 of Untamed

No, no, no, no, NO.

I have better things to do than post videos vying for Ember’s attention.

Still, I’m all alone here, totallywomanless,dying for a good fucking lay. Who could blame me if I want another mild hit of dopamine? I don’t care as much about the random flirtatious comments I get from the women online, but my notifications tell me every timeshesees me, and so far this week, she’s seen every one of my videos.

It’s harmless.

I’m notfuckingher.

I mean, not that I wouldn’t if I had the?—

No. STOP.

My mind circumvents the lame attempt at maturity.

Who is she?

What does she like?

What makes her happy or sad?

Is she outgoing, or does she keep to herself? Does she have any pets?

Is she vanilla?

I groan at the instant hard-on I get imagining her tied up and begging for me, but maybe… maybe those videos are just for clicks. She can’t…reallybe into that shit she talks about.

Can she?

It doesn’t matter.I grab my inner voice by the throat and toss my lack of focus against the wall.

It needs asterntalking to.

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, MAN.

I throw my phone across the counter and wince when it slides right past the coffee machine and cracks against the wall.

I didn’t mean to throw itthathard. I sheepishly walk over, pick it up, and check. Thank fuck, these things are made from military-grade glass these days. No damage.

I blow out a breath and close my eyes, grounding myself in the scent of strong coffee.

Coffee.

Gym.

Food. Shake.

Work.

In that order,period.

I take my coffee cup and open the mini fridge, pour some creamer into it, and lean against the counter while I sip it, like a mature adult who has his shit together and is going to plan his day.

I put the camera on my phone and hit the filter app thing I found from a Google search when my eyes catch the corner of one of the masks I used to film a video last night. I’m not a one-mask guy like some of the broke losers I see who think shirtless is all it takes to satisfy the discriminating needs of these online women.

Nope.

They want a real man. A man with some bulk on him, some tats, who covers his face for the sake of a little tease, not because he’s got a hairless baby face that belongs behind the screen of a video game monitor, instead of mature, respectful women likemyfollowers.

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