Page 17 of Cyber Revenge

I laugh. “I don’t mind being watched. I just hate people.”

He grins. “That’s fair. I don’t like most people either.”

He doesn’t ask questions like a creep. He doesn’t press about my OnlyFans or the things I post. He compliments me, sure, but it doesn’t feel thirsty. It feels like he’sstudiedme.

When dessert comes, he leans in, his voice lower.

“I’m really glad you said yes.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I didn’t think I would.”

“Why not?”

I shrug. “I guess I figured you liked the idea of me more than the real thing.”

He doesn’t flinch. “I like both.”

Something in my stomach flips. But not in a bad way. More like…oh fuckway.

He walks me to my door after dinner, hand brushing mine, the air thick with possibility. He doesn’t kiss me. Just tucks a curl behind my ear and says, “Text me when you’re safe inside.”

It’s sweet.

Weirdly… respectful.

But when I get inside and lock the door, something tugs at me. Just a little.

The way he ordered without asking.

The way he redirected the convo when I asked too much about him.

The way heknewwhat I liked before I even told him.

Not red flags. Not really.

More like… pastel yellow ones. Hazy. Almost invisible.

Still, I can’t stop smiling.

Until I open TikTok.

There he is.

Trip.

Mask on. Shirtless. Black gloves gripping the back of a chair.

The camera is angled low, the light behind him casting everything in silhouette, except the veins in his arms, the line of his throat, the tattoo peeking out under his collarbone.

His voice cuts straight through me.

“You think you’re safe because he opened your door. Because he said the right words. But when he leaves, you’re still alone. And you’re still wet from the last time you said my name.”

The screen dims.

My pulse doesn’t.

My phone slips from my hand and hits the floor.

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