Page 56 of Subscriber Wars

She gags once more and I roll my eyes. Really. She’s not that great of an actress. She’s not disgusted by me. I know because we’ve kissed before, and she was the one who initiated it.

I get up and go to the window and push it up halfway, before walking back to the bed and flopping down next to her.

I nod to the remote in her hand. “No more bullshit. Let’s get this over with.”

With an extreme sigh that our other neighbors can probably hear, Vee nods and presses the record button. I almost forget what I’m supposed to do, but then she leans forward and her hand comes to my cheek.

I don’t know if it’s instinct, lust, or plain old want, but my hand goes to the back of her head, my fingers knotting in her soft tresses, and I yank. She yips but doesn’t speak. Last time we did this, she surprised me by pressing her lips to mine. This time, I’m the one in charge.

I angle her head back, admiring the smooth, tanned skin at her jaw. Unlike that night, her face is bare of any makeup and her lips glisten with a gloss I plan on smearing all over her face. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pull her down, nuzzling under her ear, and inhaling the scent of something floral. I nudge the soft skin at her hairline before I nip the bottom of her ear with my teeth.

Her hands go to my shoulders. Whether they are holding me to her or pushing me away, I’ll never know, because I pull her close and press my lips to hers. Unlike the first time, our lips don’t come together softly. My lips meet hers, hard and unyielding. Our teeth clash and her hands grip the sides of my face. She’s trying to control the kiss, but she forgets one thing.

She didn’t surprise me this time.

She isn’t getting that Sebastian. She’s getting the real me. The me who wants to consume herandhate her.

I grunt when she bites my bottom lip, but with one tug of her hair and a small whimper from her compliant little body, I’m back in control, slipping my tongue into the warmth of the mouth that has lied, deceived, and made me horny, all in the span of half an hour.

My tongue eases in and out, exploring every inch of her mouth. For a moment, I forget we’re on camera or that we’re supposed to be just filming a sweet kiss, not an intro into a porno, but there’s no way I can stop. We’ll just have to redo the shot later.

Like when we get ourselves together and calm the fuck down.

“Sebastian,” she mumbles, when I move to her neck, kissing down the side. “I think we got the shot.”

Fuck. I think I’m addicted. “One more, just in case,” I say, breathily and slightly growly.

“Okay,” she agrees.

And this moment right here is where we went wrong. Again. For the second time in our relationship.

“Tell me again why girls think this is—” I frown, drawing a blank. “What’s that stupid phrase you use?”

I should have been able to predict the hard shove to my chest, but for some reason, I’m off my game, and it sends me a step back.

“What did I say?”

One thing I’ve learned from hanging out these past three weeks with Vee is that women expect you to know how they are feeling at all times. Granted, Vee is so much more low maintenance than most girls, but I still find myself wondering what I’ve said when she walks off and flips me the bird. Case in point, right now.

Valentina spears me with a sharp and deadly look. It’s meant to make me nervous. It doesn’t. All it makes me want to do is shove her ass down on the sofa and show her exactly where she can put those lips. Trust me, it’s not somewhere tasteful.

“I don’t use the phrase,” she scolds me. “I simply said #couplegoals is the internet trend and all couples, who are anyone online, try to create pictures and videos that make the single girls swoon with hope that there are men out there for them and it makes the girls in relationships tell their boyfriends to do better.”

My brows furrow. “But it’s all fake. Seems like they would know that. I mean, what dude actually wants to play video games with his girlfriend on his lap?”

I flop down on the sofa and grab the controller as to demonstrate. On the edge of the sofa with my elbows resting on my knees, I grasp the controller and stare straight ahead at the TV. “See, when I want to win, the last thing I’m doing is lying back in my bed or reclining on the sofa with my arms around my girl, pressing the buttons.”

I wave a hand over my body’s position. “This is how I play. I have room to jump up, drop some F bombs, and get right up to the TV to make sure I beat my competitor.”

This whole ‘pretend we’re playing video games together’ thing is ridiculous and totally Vee’s idea. When we actually managed to strategize, it was her saying, “Can we just agree to let me do all the planning? I don’t think you have any idea what our viewers want to see.”

I didn’t argue because, honestly, I didn’t know what the hell they wanted. All I know is that everything we’ve been posting has been blowing up. We’re the number one favorite in the UniCamFlix Competition. So if Vee’s crazy ideas get us there, then great. Winning and getting the fuck out of Georgia is my end goal.

Vee looks up from the camera, making sure the angle is right on the tripod. “Don’t be ridiculous. Girls know that you don’t play seriously with them on your lap. The point is you allow them to enjoy something you enjoy.”

I think about her words for a minute. “Really? You all want to play video games with us?”

This time, she shakes her head and flops down beside me, jostling us both. “Please, bitch, I plan on kicking your ass after we shoot this video.”

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