12
I barely got through the day.
The internet was blowing up about me and
him.
“Is that the new assistant?”
“She’s so pretty!”
“Chase called her ‘Alex‘?? Is she ‘the one‘?”
“No way. “The one‘ is still filming, and she
doesn’t look like that! This one is taller.”
“Her voice is different too. Does it sound
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“Is she the one that beats Chase?”
“Guys! Get real! What assistant shares a
drink with someone! You know how picky he
is?”
“This is gross! They’re sharing spit! I’m done
with Chase. I thought he was special, but I
guess he’s just dirty like everyone else!”
“He doesn’t know about boundaries, hate men
who cross lines.”
“Someone needs to get their head out of their
ass. We’re in the 21st century, learn to use
condoms.”
“Does anyone think that Chase is done with
the other girl? Are you not embarrassed to be
talking about her on his feed?”
Chase’s fans had been talking about who I
was, but it was getting out of control.
Tiffany’s fans were making it worse, and
Chase’s fans were done with it.
I barely made it to the end. When the
cameras were off, I went to Chase, wanting to
kill him.
The crew saw me with a broom handle and
backed up fast.
This wasn’t just a scolding, it was going to be
a beatdown.
I kicked the door open, but Chase had just
come out of the shower. He had a towel on,
and water running down his abs.
The handle fell from my hands and rolled
under the couch.
Chase looked up, and his eyes lit up when he
saw me.
“Alex, why are you here?”
I coughed and looked him up and down, and
forget what I was going to do.
Was this the evil master plan he had?
“You didn’t eat much dinner. Was the food
okay?”
He hadn’t realized the problem, and was
pulling me over to the bed.
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Everyone ate the food the production team
provided. And I was no different.
But I didn’t like most of the vegetables, so I
hadn’t eaten much.
I was in a daze, my hands going to his abs.
He didn’t stop me.
But when my hands were getting lower,
Chase grabbed me and moaned.
He was red, “Alex, not now.”
Not now?
My senses came back, and pulled away fast.
I snapped, “You’re out of line, sharing drinks,
く
and being seen half–naked, and letting people
touch you!”
Chase looked hurt, “How am I out of line? I
shared a drink with my girl and let her touch
me, what’s wrong with that?”
Oh, I was his girlfriend.
“Woah…”
I took a second, “Okay, fine, I’ll let this one
- go. But, starting tomorrow, do your work and
leave me alone. Don’t look at me, or talk to
- me. You see what’s happening online, right?
It’s insane.”
Chase tried to say something, but I gave him.
a look, and he shut up.
