Page 23 of Gluttony

Closing her eyes, disbelief snaking along her spine and into her brain, she shook her head, unable to believe what she was seeing. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes again. It was the same; nothing had changed, it was stillher namein bold reds and blacks, with the stark whites and yellows of two daisies, each on one end of her name, inked right above the base of his cock, a cock just barely hidden by the waistband of his Armani briefs. The sex god had fine taste in manties.

“What the ever-loving fuck?!” she screeched, the sound louder and shriller than she expected in her silent house. She flinched. “He tattooed my name on hisdick?” Her voice rose to glass shattering heights on that last word. No. It couldn’tbe a real tattoo—those were permanent. It had to be henna or whatever the hell they used to make temporary tattoos. There was no way Redtube, RedDevilDog, social media thirst trap and manwhore extraordinaire inkedher name, in bold letters and colors, right above his man meat!

What thehellwas he thinking?

Her eyes wide, she glanced down at the caption and nearly fell over—thank God she was leaning against her counter, otherwise she’d be on the floor.

For my love, Valentina, the most beautiful woman in the fucking world. #Claimed #Owned #Valentinas #MyDaisy @xxxDaisyChainxxx

Mother of all fuckers!He’d eventaggedher, which meant everyone, and their immediate family and friends, were going to be clicking on her profile to glare at her account like she’d slapped their puppy.

That fucker!

Good thing there wasn’t a single personal thing on her account. She’d had the thing for two years, but she hadn’t been active on it until she’d stumbled upon Red’s account. After that, she only ever used it to get notifications of his posts and Reels and, in the beginning, to chat with him in the DMs. She should have blocked him and not just unfollowed him, because now she was in the spotlight, having been put there by the asshole who’d broken her heart.

He called you beautiful, called you his love…but does he mean that?Would he reveal something like that online, to all of his fans, if he didn’t mean it, if he were just playing a game?

The man was serious as fuck about his “career” as a thirst trap; what he was doing would more than likely kill the wholesingle and “down to fuck” persona he’d been cultivating for years.

Damn…that…what did that mean? Did he really think she was beautiful? Did he really…love her?

Also, aren’t you a little happy to see he basically gave you possession of his pussy pounder?

She almost giggled at that thought, but cut it off when she started reading the comments.

There werehundredsof them!

As she scrolled, her stomach bottomed out, her mouth filled with sour bile, and her heart tripped along at an unsteady beat.

@DankSlut69: Who the fuck is this bitch?

@DarkMemeMomma25: This is a prank, right? No way that man is locked down. He likes the attention too much. #thirsttrap4life

@LightFootHeavyCock: Damn! I always hoped he was closet gay! #Jelly

@SlutMommaParks: Her account is fake. This is a publicity stunt. #fakenews

@ClittyMastersIO: Who the fuck is Valentina? No way they’re a couple. I fucked him last week.

It was that last one that hit her the hardest. Was @ClittyMasterIO the blue hair tie or the sparkling pink one?

The burning of tears behind Val’s eyes made her cringe; the man did not deserve her tears. So what if he performed some grand gesture and posted it for the world to see? So what if he claimed that he thought she was beautiful? So what if he called her an endearment that made her heart skip a beat? So what if he inked her name on his junk—it still didn’t belong to her, just like he never would.

Actions spoke louder than ink in skin, and he’d shown her, right up to just three days ago with the blonde, what she really meant to him. How could she believe him, what he said, if she couldn’t trust him? He said she was beautiful, but did he mean it, or was it all a play to assuage his guilt?

Would he really go that far, risk all that he’d built, just to make himself feel better about what he’d done.

She shook her head without thinking.

No, he wouldn’t.

However….

The tattoo was gorgeous, the meaning staggering in its intent, but the timing was too late.

Hewas too late.

Tossing the phone to the counter, she braced her hands against the edge and closed her eyes, sucking in a deep breath that broke as the tears that burned her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks.

---