Page 35 of Forever Your Touch

“Which doesn’t translate to millions of dollars,” she replied, not able to hold back the sarcasm. “I’m not part of the top tier of ad revenue on YouTube.”

“That still doesn’t make sense.” Mason sat down on her desk and did his best to keep his eyes off her ass. She had on shorts that barely covered her, with a green tank top that drew his eyes straight to her cleavage. And, man, did she have cleavage. He itched to cup them. They’d fill his hands and then some.

“What doesn’t make sense about it?”

He blinked, tearing his eyes away from her ass before she caught him staring. “I don’t even have a million subscribers, and I make decent money. You should be making triple what I do.”

“I don’t.”

“We need to figure out why. Do you have your YouTube channel linked to Twitch and Patreon? And why don’t you have any merch? I get a ton of revenue from my t-shirts, hats, and other stuff.”

She just blinked at him, her blue eyes wide and suddenly overwhelmed. “Um, I don’t have a Twitch or Patreon account.”

The fuck?

He blinked, sure he’d misunderstood her. She was huge on YouTube. She had to have at least a Patreon account. People who enjoyed her work could donate or tip her on Patreon to support her so she could continue to create great content. And Twitch? It was a must for a gamer, especially a Let’s Player. You streamed live and had paid followers. Twitch took half, but it was a steady monthly income.

“You don’t?”

She shook her head, her blonde pigtails whipping around her head. It distracted him momentarily, but he refocused quickly.

“Is that why you haven’t bought yourself a car?”

“I can’t afford one.” She looked down, her face flushing with embarrassment.

“And why aren’t you using Ray’s while he’s not here?”

She looked away, and his fist clenched. “It’s not my car.”

“So? Ray’s not using it.”

“He doesn’t want to put extra miles on it.”

A sound he didn’t recognize escaped him, forcing Josephine to meet his gaze. She flinched, and he couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what his expression must hold. The fucker wouldn’t let her use his car while he was away?

“Mason…”

He put up his hand. “Not a word, Josephine.” If she defended the fucker right now, he couldn’t guarantee what came out of his mouth wouldn’t land him a verbal beatdown by Jo. He walked out of the room and back downstairs.

Pulling out his phone, he called Viktor, who answered on the second ring. “Brat.”

“My favorite brother.”

“What do you want?”

“I can’t call you just to shoot the shit?”

“Not when you start off with ‘my favorite brother.’” Viktor said something to someone. “Cut the shit. What do you want?”

“Fine, don’t let me be nice to my brother.” He sat on the couch, his anger vibrating in every cell in his body.

“What’s got you angry,brat?” Viktor asked. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“Jo’s fucked-up boyfriend.” Mason’s foot tapped absently on the floor. “Fucker won’t even let her use his car while he’s gone all week. Doesn’t want to put miles on it.”

“The fuck?”

“That’s what I said. The more I learn about ass-wipe, the more I wonder what the fuck she sees in someone who treats her like that. I’m beginning to understand Keith’s hatred of him.”

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