Page 35 of The King Contract
You’re right. They’re probably banging right now.
Noah
I’m more anxious opening this group chat than I am reading comments on social media.
Mack
So, you’re not banging Millie right now?
Callum
He’s playing the gentleman card.
ME
Ditto to what Dan said. Shut the fuck up.
I close my phone and go over the events of tonight in my head. Millie had a good time, getting amongst the sport and cheering along with everyone else. She handled the attention way better than I expected and by the look of it, the public and my friends found it convincing.
I swallow down the tiny bit of shame that threatens to engulf me. It would be so easy to tell my friends the truth, but I know it’s best for everyone to keep it to a minimal amount of people.
My phone buzzes again, but this time it’s from Millie. When I open her messages, my mouth breaks into a grin.
Millie
I haven’t edited these yet but thought you might like the raw versions.
She’s sent through multiple photos from tonight. Several of the crowd under the dazzling lights, one of the woman as she captures the ball, a shit-eating grin on her face, and one of me. It’s of my side profile and I’m lifting my cup to my lips, looking out at the field and smirking, as if having a dirty thought or reacting to something Millie said.
Me
You don’t need to edit these. They’re incredible.
Millie
This is what I want from my fake boyfriend. More compliments.
Me
I’m serious. Can I post some of these?
Millie
Sure. Don’t tag me though. I’ve reached my publicity limit for today.
Me
Haha sure thing.
I select the photo of me, adding a caption about sweat and men and balls. People will start sleuthing even without the tag, but I don’t tell Millie that as I post it to my feed. Likes start coming in almost instantly.
Me
You’re going to wish I tagged you when you see how much traction this gets.
Millie
I’ll let you take the spotlight. Night, King.
