Page 70 of Siren's Game

"I'm horny.” A relieved sigh escapes me when she says it. “But we're doing this whole exclusive thing. And we fucked."

"That we did," I say noncommittally and lean back, crossing my arms in front of my chest, as to not get up and throw her over my shoulder again. "And it was incredible."

"See, I think so too." She lowers her hand as her eyes stay on my bicep, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "We should totally do that again until the three months are up." She bites her lip and looks at me with wide, pleading eyes. Holy fuck, that woman.

I groan and rub my hand over my face. "You're going to be the death of me."

"So, what do you say?" She stands up and starts to pull up the hem of her t-shirt. My eyes burn into every inch of skin that she reveals until I can't take it anymore and jump up, stalking toward her like a starving panther.

The food can wait.

"I say you better take it off before I rip it off," I growl and already reach for the fabric. She giggles and lets go of it.

Fine with me. One quick movement later and it’s a torn heap of fabric on the floor and I bury my hand in her hair to pull her close and smash my lips against hers in a kiss that makes my cock so hard I'm afraid it'll burst out of my goddamn jeans.

"Fuck, Asher," she moans and pulls the tie out of my hair to bury both of her hands in it as I ravage her mouth, walking her backwards until her back hits the kitchen counter. Her hands lock in my neck, and I lean down to grab her thighs, lifting her onto the counter, just as her hands start clawing at my shirt to pull it up.

Then suddenly, both of our phones start buzzing at the same time and both of us freeze.

I have a mad sense of deja vu as I reach for it, and to my horror, it's the same exact reason. Both of us are tagged in story after story, posts, and even articles.

"Millie's been attacked again?"

Kayla is downstairs with Millie as I try to cheer up my best friend. Luca looks like shit. I can see all the self-doubt running through his head, even though from what he’s telling me, there was nothing he could have done.

Apparently, they went out to dinner in another one of Philly’s fancy restaurants that pride themselves on their privacy for celebrities like us. It went south when Millie was physically attacked in the woman’s bathroom. Of course, with no security nearby.

From what I’m seeing online, that particular group has spread a lot of hate about the two of them being together. Some hardcore Millie fans found their profiles within minutes of pictures from the restaurant releasing, as the women were carried off in handcuffs by security guys and police.

All of them had posts on their profiles about how she doesn’t deserve him and something should be done. So why did their label not pay more attention?

Now Luca is pacing the living room, almost running into Kayla’s couch, his mind anywhere but here.

"How are you holding up, bro?" I hand him a glass of water. He looks up at me, confusion etched into his face, but he lifts the glass to take a sip.

"I'm not the one any of us need to be worried about right now, Asher." I take a deep breath and count to three. Then I slap the back of his head. Kind of hard, actually.

"Fucking hell. You're my friend, you're always someone to be worried about. Idiot." He looks at me with his eyebrows scrunched in anger before he rubs the spot where I just hit him and his hands fidget like he wants to throw the glass at me.

"Well, I feel like shit," he spits and sets down the glass instead before his pacing makes him turn his back to me. "I can't believe that happened."

"Neither could we when we saw it online." He freezes, then turns around slowly.

"That's how quickly you see stuff on social media?" he asks in absolute disbelief, and I freeze. Does he seriously not know?

The clueless look on his face tells me he really doesn’t.

"Oh, sweet summer child." I rub my hand over my face and squeeze the bridge of my nose.

He's dating one of the goddamn Sirens and you're telling me he still doesn't understand social media? I know he doesn’t have accounts, not even anonymous ones for snooping, but someone needs to give this man a reality check of what his girlfriend is dealing with, holy shit!

"Listen, I have a hunch that you have no idea what the two of them are actually dealing with online. And I mean directly, the messages people actually send them, not some random news outlets. So sit your ass down, I need to show you something."

I can't believe he doesn't know.

Good for him that he's not using social media, but holy fuck, especially since he's started dating Millie, he should have gotten some tutoring. Well, he’s getting a crash course now. Whether he wants it or not.

Pulling up social media, I type in Millie’s name and hand my phone to him. I only glanced at the first posts, but that should be more than enough to sum up what’s going on.

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