Page 31 of Siren's Game

"It's a heart made with two hands," I grumble and hit 'Post' before I can change my mind.

"It's official, Sweetheart," he says in a teasing sing-song voice, and I can feel him shaking with laughter behind me.

"Don't 'Sweetheart' me."

"Sooo, how's it going with your boyfriend?" Millie asks curiously, nudging me with her shoulder and eyebrows wiggling suggestively as we walk through the backstage labyrinth of the stadium. It has already been a few days since our 'relationship' was made public and I confirmed it on my socials.

And life has been crazy since then.

I don't look at social media a lot, but morbid curiosity is getting the better of me this time around, because it is just so different from any time it happened before. The buzz around our relationship is so much more intense than with any other boyfriend either of us ever had.

Thank God the media hasn't found out where Millie and I currently stay.

According to Asher, his parents are flocked by the paparazzi wherever they go at whatever time. Both of them are moving with at least two security guys by their side and his mother even has a whole group stationed at her shop that keep paparazzi out and help customers get inside.

A crowd of those fucking vultures has even gathered in front of the stadium entrance. One of them almost jumped in front of our car when we came here this morning. I get wanting a picture, but I don’t get risking your life for it. No job deserves that.

Naroa has gotten our driver another car, one that's tinted so dark I can barely see outside, and with a glass panel between the backseats and driver with a tint just as strong. It was so dark in there I almost fell asleep.

Anyways, the paparazzi stood no chance of catching a picture of either of us.

Inconveniencing all the celebrities who are involved with the match and need to deal with them as well doesn’t feel great, though. Nobody has complained to me yet, but I feel guilty that they’re affected nonetheless.

"It's . . . going," I admit and hide a yawn behind my hand. I overslept and didn't manage to make myself a coffee before leaving for the stadium today. And with what's going on, there was no way our driver would make a detour to get some drive-through coffee. I am absolutely missing my caffeine. "How about you and Loverboy? I heard you two went on another date." I shoot her a wink.

"Yes, we did!" Her whole face lights up as she starts to tell me about it. Apparently, they went out to do . . . pottery? That's an interesting date idea, I guess.

You couldn’t catch me in a fifty-meter radius to dirt, but it sounds like an activity that’s right up her alley.

"And then we went back to my place," she adds, her whole face glowing in a striking red. I freeze and a wide grin starts to slowly make its way to my face.

"Shut up! On your first date?" I ask her teasingly and nudge her shoulder with mine, my grin almost splitting my face in two. “When did you become such a baaaad girl?"

"Oh shush," she giggles and covers my mouth with her hand to shut me up, looking around nervously as if she’s scared someone heard me. I lick her palm, making her pull her hand away quickly and wiping it on my sweater.

"Good for you, girl," I tell her with a giggle, and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re disgusting, Kayla,” she whines but amusement is tugging at the corners of her mouth.

I have to admit, I'm kind of jealous. Not of Luca, oh hell to the fuck no. Those two are perfect for each other and he’s not my type at all.

But I'm horny. Really. Goddamn. Horny.

It has been over two weeks already since I saw Josh and while we definitely had an amazing time, the itch he scratched is back with a vengeance, like an annoying mosquito bite.

Now that this whole fake dating thing is going on, there's no chance I'm going to get a good fuck, though.

Well, at least my trusty silicone friends can give me some amazing orgasms. But it’s just not the same.

I shouldn’t have given in to this whole thing, especially the exclusivity part.

Josh was surprised when I messaged him, thinking it was a prank. Then he saw the news and messaged me a 'Congratulations' along with the offer for a threesome.

That's when I learned he's bi and apparently a big fan of Asher. To quote Josh, ‘he’s the star of my spank bank,’ which is information I never wanted to have, but alas, now it’s seared into my brain.

I can’t begin to imagine how awkward that would be. Fuck buddy and fake boyfriend, together in a threesome?

Definitely food for my imagination, but in reality, one of them would probably end up in a ditch with his throat sliced open.

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