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“Um.. Nothing, I think?—”

“I didn’t mean to see,” Valencia said, her face getting redder.

“Wait, see what? What the hell are you guys talking about?” I asked, confused.

“I saw you guys kissing.”

“I know it was you two at the Atelier.”

They spoke at the same time, and I thought I heard wrong.

“Wait, what?” Another gust of wind hit us as I looked between them.

“No,” Valencia said with her hazel eyes wide. “No, this isn’t happening, you got the wrong girl.”

“I was at the Atelier too,” I said, looking at Riggs processing what he had said and what that meant.

He was the man I had kissed, the man I rubbed my cock against and the man I tied up, enjoying him at my mercy. Who the fuck cared that she saw us kissing. We all had sex together and the man I hated and fucking played hockey with was theman I had sex with. How the hell did he know it was me? Shit, probably the same way I knew it was her. My tattoos.

“Fuck,” I said, not believing this was happening to me. “No, that’s not possible.”

I ran my hand through my hair looking at Valencia who was awfully quiet. Riggs looked like he had more to say. He looked between us and bit his lip, that same lip I had bitten on the locker room floor and in a fucking sex club. What were the fucking chances that this was happening to us? I thought I had problems, but now it seemed like it was much worse.

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Valencia

Hunter Riggs and Romeo Gomez were the men I had slept with at the Atelier, my adoring fans. The men I had been fantasizing about and the ones who were on my live streams more times than I could count. I thought our awkwardness was because they knew I had seen them.

“No, this is not happening,” I said, forgetting all about the cold. “How the hell did you know it was me?”

“Your tattoos,” they said together.

“When you took off your sweater at the soup kitchen, I saw that tattoo and I knew it looked familiar,” Hunter said.

“How the hell did you know it was me?” Gomez looked just as shocked as I was.

That’s when I realized the locker room was tame to what they had done together when we were at the Atelier.

“You were looking at her more than usual and the way you acted around her gave it away,” Hunter said. “And when I heard you speaking Spanish, it cemented everything because I was still doubtful up until that point.”

“No, this isn’t happening.” Romeo shook his head. “It was supposed to be anonymous sex, we are supposed to hate each other, and fuck!”

He backed away from us.

“Can we talk about this, please?” Hunter said, stepping closer to Romeo. “I think this could work for us.”

“What do you mean, work for us?” My heart was pounding, this is where I got blackmailed for sex.

“I can’t do this,” Romeo said, stepping back again. “I wanted to do this to clear the air so that we could work together and co-exist without drama or feel awkward, but nope. I’m going to pretend this didn’t happen.”

He turned around to walk away and Hunter reached out for him when Romeo moved out of the way.

“Stay away from me,” he said, his voice dripping with venom.

We watched him leave in silence. The wind howled again reminding me that I was cold as shit.

“Can we talk?” Hunter asked, walking towards me. “I just…”

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