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Brody.
Despite us having a less-than-traditional relationship. We are together, and I am very much a monogamous person. Butnow… Fuck, I’m such a fucking asshole. One of the things I’m actively talking about online is the men sliding into my DMs who have a girlfriend or wife. Yet here I am, a bite mark on my boob and blue lady balls.
Sighing, I pull my phone out of my pocket to text Brody. I need to talk to him about this immediately. I need to be open and honest with him.
Me: Hey! Can u come over? Xx
Shockingly, I don’t have to wait an hour before getting a response from him.
Brody: Y? Arent u on ur period?
Am I on my period? See, this is my problem. This man—and I use the word loosely—is acting like a child.Ew, she’s bleeding. That’s soooo gross.What does it matter if I’m on my period? Fox was ready to fuck me, period or—No. Bad Janie.We’re not comparing the two.
Is there even a comparison?
Me: I need to talk to you.
Brody: U R
I growl in frustration and hit his stupid profile picture with my finger to call him while trying to remind myself that I’m doing this to apologize to him. I’ve done something wrong here, not him. The phone rings three times before Brody’s overly annoyed voice comes on the other end.
“Jai, babe, I don’t do phone calls. But hey, you wanna talk to me over live? Maybe we could get some views in.” It’s startling how annoyed I am by his suggestion, mainly because I would’vesaid yes a month ago. I would’ve hated it, but I would’ve agreed to go live with him and try to get some extra money and followers. But now, I just want to scream at him for not allowing us to have a freaking moment without an audience.
“Brody, I need to talk to you. Just you.” I hear him sigh, and it sounds like he’s getting up and walking somewhere. Brody lives in a creator house. He and twelve other social media creators live together in some massive house and do trends or play pranks on each other. It’s very annoying. I was offered a room in a creator house a while back and then once more when Brody and I became a couple. But I didn’t feel comfortable living with Brody or a bunch of other content creators because I would have had to talk about my disorder, and I couldn’t speak to him, not about that. Which really says something about us. I told Fox, the man who would love nothing more than to squash me like a bug, and he didn’t bat an eye. But Brody, I know he would use it to hurt me.
“Okay, I’m alone.” He states as the familiar ripping sound of his vape fills my ear. Taking a steadying breath, I summon the courage to come clean.
“Brody, something happened between Fox and me today at work.” I start, and I hear him exhaling his pull.
“Work? Did you have a meet and greet today?” Oh my god, I’m going to scream.
“No, Hel’s? My dad’s tattoo shop? You know, the one I’ve been at almost daily for a while now?”
“Ohhh… yeah, but you’re just doing that to piss your old man’s buddies off. You can’t really call that work.” I hear another vape rip and a woman giggling in the background.
“I thought you were alone,” I state as he exhales.
“I’m away from all cameras except for the one on my phone. Geez, Jai, do you want me to send you some gummies or something?” Rolling my eyes, I take my phone and run throughthe motions of throwing it across the room before bringing it back to my ear.
“No, thanks. Can we just get back on topic here? Like I said, something happened today with Fox and I at Hel’s.”
“Which one was Fox?” My eye twitches at his question.
“The one that was supposed to take over the shop originally.” I wait.
Silence.
“He has longer, dark blonde hair and a beard.” Come on, he’s the only one with long hair.
Crickets.
I smack my forehead. “The older one who—”
“Oh, right! The one old enough to be your dad!” He laughs, and it’s now that I realize the dick measuring that was happening. Brody, reminding me of our age difference, is his way of trying to put himself higher than Fox. And while I am trying to come clean about my wrongdoing, I can officially say that Foxdefinitelyhas a bigger dick. So much bigger.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat, focusing on the task at hand. “Anyway, Fox and I were arguing, and things got heated and… Brody, I am so sorry, but he and I—”
“You fucked him?” His voice is almost bored, and I hear that giggle again.
