Page 39 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
Because they're going to be weird about it, Charlotte, you’re not ready for them and I've already got my hands full dealing with you this week. Come home. If you're not home in an hour...
No, seriously, the OnlyFans isn't that bad is it? I mean bad being a poor choice of words because there's nothing wrong with OnlyFans. But I mean …
Charlotte gave up.
Caro was looking over Charlotte's shoulder, reading the messages.
“I told you he wasn't gonna like that shit,” Caro said.
“It's very tasteful artistic nudes.”
“And nude dancing.”
“Also tasteful.”
“There's that twerking video.”
“Oh my god, that was so insane! But yeah. . .Orc Daddy might not like sharing his little Human’s tight ass with the adoring public.” Charlotte smirked.
Caro gagged. “I’m gonna pretend I didn't hear you call him Daddy. I don't need those images in my head.”
“Not if you’re not paying my subscription fee, you don’t.”
“You two have always been so weird,” Felicia muttered.
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Charlotte,mindful of the. . .request. . .to be home in an hour, decided obedience was the better side of valor this one time.
The whole leaving Brahnt alone to stew in his juices thing could backfire. But really, they’d been in each other's pockets for a couple of days now and needed to spend time apart in order to maintain a healthy relationship.
She ordered a ride share, leaving Caro and friends in the bar, and on the ride home posted the pictures she'd taken to her social media feeds along with a few fun captions.
An impromptu low key night on the town with family and friends. And soon I'll have both sad and happy surprise news for everyone!
She'd have to tell her followers she was taking a hiatus from dance in a few months, but she knew they'd be ecstatic when they learned why. Well, there would always be trolls, but she'd either ignore them or selectively engage depending on her mood and which lucky darling got to experience the evil side of positivity.
The concierge greeted Charlotte by name when she entered the building, and pushed the elevator button for her. She couldn't decide if that was cool or another mind-boggling example of why common folk needed to rise up and eat the rich. Except the ones who spread the wealth.
And maybe Orcs.
“You don't have to push the elevator button for me,” Charlotte told him. “Though it's appreciated. I hope you're getting paid enough to deal with these people.”
Charlotte got a bland smile in return. She supposed she was now part of these people.
“Brahnt?” she called out when she entered the penthouse. It was dark, if one ignored the evening lights streaming in through the entire wall that was actually a window—
—and the Orc sitting on the couch, leg crossed at the knee, one arm sprawled on the couch back as the other held a smartphone, the harsh light in his face.
Charlotte blinked, recognizing the music from one of her OnlyFans videos, and her wild laughter as she signed off.
“Oh. . .you're still going through my content.” There was at least two years’ worth to comb through. “So. . .”
Brahnt set the phone aside and looked up, crossing his fingers over his knee. “Come here.”
Oookaaay. Charlotte gave him a bright, unsure smile. “Since you've had some time to look through it, you see that my OnlyFans is consistent with my overall social media brand. Adults only, of course, because the content is a little racier, but overall I feel—”
“Charlotte. Come here.”
