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Gail shifts closer to the camera, offering a view that would make a Victoria’s Secret model embarrassed. “I was about to take a nice, long bubble bath. While thinking of you, of course, you naughty boy. Care to join me?”

I’m about to stammer out a response, when Chase’s face appears in the frame, her smile sharp as a razor. “Sorry, Gail, but Ethan’s bath time is booked solid. Maybe try again in, oh, never?”

Gail’s eyes narrow, her simpering smile morphing into something closer to a snarl. “Well hello,Chase. I didn’t realize you were there. Though I suppose I should have. You’re always there, aren’t you?”

“Occupational hazard of being Ethan’s girlfriend,” Chase replies sweetly. “You know how it is… Oh, wait—you don’t.”

The comments section explodes into chaos, Team Gail and Team Chase fans fighting like they’re in a virtual wrestling ring. The viewer count skyrockets.

Gail sneers. “Why don’t you take a hint and realize that everyone is bored with your so-called ‘relationship.’ That’s why you didn’t hit your subscriber goal. It’s pathetic.”

Chase grabs the phone. “Or maybe, Gail, you’re salty because the only action you get is from your vibrator.”

Shit. Did she just say that?

Gail’s face turns as red as her hair, resembling a tomato in a microwave that’s about to explode. “Excuse me?” she sputters, her eyes flashing. “I’ll have you know that I have a very active love life.”

“You wish,” Chase scoffs. “The most thrilling thing you’ll do tonight is dry humping your Ethan body pillow.”

I clear my throat, trying to slice through the tension. “Ladies, let’s not—”

But they’re not listening to me. They’re too busy glaring at each other through their screens.

“You don’t know the first thing about what Ethan needs,” Gail hisses.

“And you do?” Chase fires back. “Because you’ve watched his movies a hundred times and have a shrine in your closet?”

“I do not have a shrine!” Gail protests, but her eyes dart to the side, and I have a sinking feeling that she’s lying.

“Okay, that’s enough,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Gail, thank you for joining us, but I think it’s time to—”

“No, Ethan,” Gail interrupts, her voice suddenly sweet. “You shouldn’t defend her. We all know she’s using you to boost her career.”

Chase lets out a laugh that sounds more like a growl. “Using him? Ha! That’s rich coming from you, Miss ‘I Run a Fan Club Just to Get Close to Ethan.’”

I grab back my phone. “Alright,” I say firmly. “Gail, thanks for joining, but we’ve got to go. Chase and I have… uh… lines to practice.”

“But Ethan—” Gail starts to protest.

“That’s a wrap on this livestream. Thanks for being here, Ethan Addicts!” I press down hard on theEnd Streambutton.

Silence crashes over us.

Chase is a statue of rage beside me, jaw clenched and eyes blazing.

Fuck!That was a disaster of epic proportions. Rule number one of social media: Don’t pick fights on the internet.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chase

I now know whyhe’s called the King of Christmas—because Ethan’s dick is magic.

Last night, after everyone had gone to bed, I made good on my promise. Giving blowjobs isn’t usually my favorite thing—like, why have a dick in your mouth when you could be devouring a burrito? But holy fucking shit, Ethan's love wand is next-level. I took my time, teasing him to the edge and then pulling away, savoring his cock like it was the last lollipop on Earth.

My tongue teased his engorged tip, licking until he begged for release. I drew out strange, wonderful sounds from his core—guttural moans of pleasure mixed with soft whimpers and sharp, surprised exhales. I reveled in making his entire body tense and tremble. It was such a fucking turn-on to know that I was the one causing his exquisite torture, his delicious undoing.

It felt so dirty and selfish to wield all that power over him—to control how and when he breathed, to make his muscles strain at my command. And just when he thought I couldn’t squeeze out any more dirty fun, I opened wider and deep-throated his giant throbbing length until he was screaming uncontrollably into his pillow, “Fuck, Chase. Fuck!” He came so hard down my throat that I’m still grinning like the Grinch when he steals Christmas.

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