Page 49 of Subscriber Wars

“I think I have it now,” she says.

Thank fuck.

Clearing my throat, I tip my chin and step back. I secure my phone into the tripod and motion for her to come over. “See if it’s good.”

Vee walks over and avoids my eyes, which is good, because my shirt on her is distracting the fuck out of me.

“It’s good,” she says, after a moment of looking through the additional lens I use on my phone. “I think all we need is a little more light.”

I’m certainly not going to object, considering I still look a little peaked, and she looks a lot fuckable.

I flip the switch on the wall, and Vee looks through the lens once more. “Perfect.”

Yeah, a little too perfect. “Should we do a couple of test shots?”

I nod. Any MyViewer worth their popularity knows you always do test shots. Apart from what viewers might think, nothing is on the fly. Everything is scripted and staged.

Vee presses record and rushes to the mirror to stand in front of me before the music starts. The beat is slow and hypnotic with this Latin feel that Vee’s hips naturally find the groove to. Her arms go up over her head as her hips sway against my front, my dick hardening with each motion. My shirt rises up her thighs and stops dangerously close to her pussy.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

I shake off the haze and meet her gaze in the mirror.

“I was giving you time to practice,” I lie.

Those honey brown eyes of hers narrow into slits. “How considerate of you. Now go restart the video. I don’t want to be here all day.”

But she already has been, hasn’t she?

“You think I’m enjoying this?” I spit, rounding the tripod and resetting the video. “I had shit to do too.”

Vee scoffs. “Please, I know what you do on the first weekend of every quarter, Sebastian. It literally takes you all of an hour.”

When the video is reset, I stand up and glare over the top of the camera. “Don’t act like you know me, Valentina.” I say her name for the simple fact that she said mine like she had some kind of dirt on me. “A lot changes in two months.”

She shrugs. “Maybe. But I bet you still do it regularly.”

I roll my eyes. She isn’t wrong but that doesn’t mean I will admit she actually knows one of the few secrets I keep all to myself.

“Let’s do this shit for real,” I say, coming to stand behind her. “You’ve worn out your welcome.”

Her lips flatten. “Agreed. Let’s get this over with so I can go home and scald myself in hot water.”

Ditto but I’ll start with a cold shower first.

The music starts again and when Vee’s arms go up above her head, mine meet them and trail down the length of her body until they stop at her hips. My gaze meets hers in the mirror. We’re rumpled and sexy as our hips move in sync with each other. My head lowers to her neck, and I nip the soft skin there, amping up the thrill for our fans. My hands inch Valentina’s shirt up just far enough that you can see the milky soft skin of her upper thighs.

My dick loses all restraint and digs into her back as the tempo picks up and her arm goes around my neck. She flashes the camera a sleepy, mischievous grin that indicates that this dance is only a precursor to what happens next. She’s a natural, flirting with the camera, and all I can think is the man behind her looks as if he’s in pain and in love at the same time.

The music stops and I take a step back, knocking the tripod over. Right now, I could throw my phone and the attached tripod out the window and not give a single fuck, just as long as Valentina leaves with it.

“Fun’s over. You weren’t half bad, bro.”

Calling her bro feels better than calling her Valentina. It changes the dynamics of the room, reminding me that we are enemies and not a real couple.

“Agreed,” she says, heading into the bathroom. “I’ll text you.”

I nod, the hurt and angry asshole in me coming out and putting her back into the enemy bucket where she belongs. “Don’t forget to take my pillow because you’re not getting your fucking chair back.”

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