Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I scoop it up, immediately groaning when I find multiple new notifications from none other than The Vag Destroyer. A name I find deeply ironic, considering I’m fairly certain he’s never been within a mile of one—at least, not in real life. Most likely, he’s holed up in his mom’s basement, glued to PornHub and his latest delusion.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I open my social media account to find that I’ve been tagged by a bunch of new accounts, all of them named with different variations of The Vag Destroyer, and as I open the post, I find multiple stillshots from my unfortunate live-waxing video, each of them captioned with something more horrible than the last.
“Whoa, what the fuck are you looking at?” Zeph murmurs, his gaze briefly flickering over my screen before pausing. “Wait. Hold up. I know those lips. What the fuck is this?”
He steals my phone right out of my hands, his concern gaining Caesar’s attention, and I watch as the two of them look over my phone, both clearly needing some sort of explanation as to why there’s awkward waxing porn all over my screen. “So, you know that unfortunate live video?”
“Yeah,” Zeph laughs as Caesar looks up at me, his gaze narrowed, clearly having no idea what I’m talking about, but I might as well explain it. After the spinning dildo unicorn video, it’s not as though I could possibly humiliate myself anymore.
“Last week I was in my bathroom, having a little private moment dealing with the removal of some unfortunate body hair, and I had propped my camera up on the edge of the tub to get a better view, you know, and as I was waxing, I realized that I was actually livestreaming to basically the whole college campus.”
Caesar just gapes at me. “Does trouble follow you everywhere you go?”
“I don’t think it follows me, I think I’m just it,” I explain. “I seem to have this natural ability to humiliate myself in the most horrendous ways.”
“I’m getting that,” he says before indicating my phone. “So, what the fuck is happening here?”
I let out a breath. “It’s stupid, really, but this asshole has basically been trolling me ever since. He’s a nobody, using fake accounts to slut-shame me. Though it’s not like I was doing anything remotely sexual in the video. I mean, sure, I had my junk out, but I was just waxing, and yet this guy just won’t let it go. It’s been all week. It started with these disgusting comments on my photos, and when I blocked him, he just opened a new account and kept going. It’s annoying and all, but I could handle it at first. Now though? I don’t know. This makes me feel uncomfortable. Posting still shots of my cooch online for literally anyone to see is taking it too far.”
“Let me look into it,” Caesar says, taking my phone right out of Zeph’s hands and clicking into the settings.
“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” I tell him. “I’m sure you have more than enough going on with your usual day-to-day stuff. You don’t need to be fussing about me. I can handle it. Besides, it’s bound to blow over sooner or later. It’s not as though I respond to the guy. He’ll get bored and move on to his next target in no time.”
“No,” Caesar says, his tone suggesting that I shouldn’t argue with him. “I work in security. I’ve seen this type of thing before. It needs to be dealt with before it escalates into something worse. He’s already started to post explicit images of you without your consent. It only gets worse from here.”
Horror pulses through my veins, realizing Caesar might be right. I’ve never had to deal with something like this before, but if it’s already creeping me out and this is only the beginning, I can’t imagine what this asshole has in store for me.
“Okay,” I finally say while making a mental note to look into Caesar’s work. How did I not know that he’s in security? Though that could mean a million different things. What kind of security? Soldiers for hire? Or are we talking something a little tamer, like private investigators? Either way, consider me officially intrigued.
Caesar takes down some details before finally handing my phone back when I turn to Zeph and catch his eye. “Speaking of creepy dudes, I met your friend Jordan.”
Zeph just grins. “Ahh, shit. I was wondering when this was going to come up.”
My brow arches, unsure why he seems so amused. There was nothing amusing about it at all, though I suppose I don’t know how the story has been portrayed to him. “What do you mean?” I ask, leaning against the counter and noticing the way Caesar hovers, not even trying to pretend that he’s not listening.