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"We think you should leave," repeats Miles, crossing his arms.

"You can forget me helping you in the future, then." Sasha grabs her bag off the table and huffs down the front hall and out the front door.

The guys and I all stare after her, the energy in the room slowly returning to something resembling normal. "What did she mean by gatekeeping?" asks Helix.

"I'm going to bed." I suddenly feel bone-tired. "Can you finish picking up the snacks downstairs? Thanks."

I slowly climb the stairs and instead of turning into my own room, I walk right into Ethan's without even knocking.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"What did you and Sasha fight about?" asks Ethan, stroking my hair as I snuggle onto his shoulder.

"I don't want to keep talking about it." I roll away. He'd been asleep last night when I snuck into his room, but this morning I told him I had a fight with Sasha and now all he wants to do is talk, which is not properly distracting me from all of the emotions swirling around inside my head.

"You wouldn't have come in here if you didn't want to talk." Ethan rolls me back toward him and tugs me until I'm sprawled out on his chest. "You would have gone to Lionel or Helix, who would have fucked you into forgetting what happened."

"I'd thought Sasha was my friend, and I'd confided in her that I'm, you know, seeing all of you," I tell Ethan's chest. "I didn't know if she was going to be supportive or judgmental. And at first I thought she was cool with it. But then she called me a bad writer."

I've never thought of myself as the perfect writer. There's always room for improvement, which is why I'm part of a critique group. But I've been working hard and following all of their advice. Doing as much research as my body can possibly take. Surely a truly bad writer wouldn't work so hard to improve.

"And she hit on the guys in the kitchen while I was still downstairs." I can't believe she thought I would let her fuck them for inspiration. Refusing to play along with that scheme is hardly gatekeeping. They'remine.

"Are those two things equal in your eyes?" Ethan lifts my chin up off his chest to look into my eyes.

How do I answer? Both things hit my feelings like a personal attack. Insulting my writing is basically her slicing up the core of my being, my deepest identity. But I also feel more and more that these men belong to me, and being their girlfriend is also becoming a large part of my identity.

"No," I whisper. "I don't think so?" I glance up. "This is all so confusing."

"It's not supposed to be." He leans forward to brush a soft kiss against my lips. "But I'm glad you at least told someone about us."

"Yeah, I'm not sure I'm doing that again." I roll off of him to stare up at his ceiling. "Look how well it went."

Ethan's phone pings, and he checks it, swiping and tapping at the screen. Probably work then. They all work so hard, and don't get much downtime. I should do something nice for them soon so we can have quality time together. Maybe a weekly date night with no phones and no work.

"I hope you change your mind on that." He plants another kiss on my forehead before rolling out of bed. "And quick too."

"Why do you say that?" I sit up, letting the blanket pool at my waist to bare my breasts, which makes him pause at the door.

"Because we just announced that we have a girlfriend to all of our followers." He disappears into the hallway, leaving me alone in his bed.

"What?" I call after him. "You didn't want to talk to me about that first?"

When Ethan doesn't answer, I crawl out of bed and move over to my own room and my computer. I don't know where I left my phone. Probably in the basement, but I don't want to go looking for it. I'm not ready to run into all of my boyfriends yet after the embarrassing situation that was last night.

I'm not sure where they posted the information that they have a girlfriend. Or how much information they've given. I do a basic search with their names and girlfriend. A few older articles come up, saying they aren't dating anyone, but a few chat forums show up as links with other gamers either freaking out that these guys have a girlfriend or posting they don't care and it shouldn't matter.

These comments include the link to their streaming site, and when I click over there, I see it. In their "About" section, it simply says, "In a relationship". No other information is provided.

I'm not sure how I should feel about this. They've clearly stated that they're in a relationship and they're not interested in either hitting on or being hit on by any of their subscribers. However, they also haven't named me, which is nice for my privacy but also makes me wonder. If they were involved with someone famous or successful, would they tell everyone my name and be proud to claim me as theirs?

I pull up the web version of the subscribers' chat. My subscription was about up the other day, so I renewed for another month. It's not that much money and I like knowing what they're up to.

Their subscribers are freaking out there too. Apparently, because my boyfriends never share anything from their personal lives, the fact that they've shared this is sending everyone into a tizzy.

Miles's pinned post floats at the top of the chat, no matter if I scroll backward or forward. "Yes, we have a girlfriend. No,we will not be divulging additional information about her at this time."

I really wish they'd talked to me about this first. I mean, we'd talked about it briefly the other night when Quintin and Lionel walked me home from critique group. But when I'd called them out on not telling people about me and our relationship, I'd thought they would tell their friends and family first. Not their millions of fans and followers.

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