Four streams. That’s it. Then I could save the house. Get Atticus back.
“Depends,” a man says behind me. “How much is she willing to do?”
My heart stops.
No. No.
That voice—
It’shim.
Chapter 22
Charlotte
Grayson steps in front of me. His gaze rakes down my body slowly. His expression grows more confused, like he’s trying to make sense of what he’s seeing.
Then, he grimaces.
Disbelief. Disgust. A flicker of something else, but he buries it.
For a beat, the world goes quiet. Even the music fades behind my pounding heart.
This is it. Almost a year later. The moment I dreamt of. Me running into him by chance. Him embracing me. We kiss. An explosion of love and excitement.
But now that he’s here?
I feel... no love.
He blinks once, then lets out a humorless laugh, stepping back like I’m offending him.
“No,” he says, voice cutting. “This girl’s too fat.”
“Bruh!” Jace belts. “What the hell are you talkin’ about? She’s certified fresh. The subs are gonna lose their minds.” Jace yanks me against his side, his fingers pinching into my waist. He side-eyes my cleavage. “Those alone? We could film a whole scene just titty fuckin’ with baby oil.”
I don’t move. I don’t look at Jace or Diego.
I’m still locked on Grayson, this stranger who once kissed me like I was his everything.
Now?
His lip arches, snarling as he stares at me like I’m a freaking problem he never solved.
“Of course she has big tits. All cows have udders,” he counters, louder this time. “Unless the subscribers want chubby farm animals.”
Diego snorts. “Damn, you’re harsh.”
But Grayson isn’t laughing.
And neither am I.
“I can do anything,” I say, stepping toward him, lifting my chin, my voice confident. “I can take it in every hole. I’ve done it before.”
“Whoa,” Keysha says, staring like she doesn’t recognize me anymore.
Hell,I don’t, either. But I’m not sad. I’m not hurt. I’m mad.
Grayson chuckles, holding his chest. “She’s funny, right?” Then he glares at me, his smile cocky. “Then you’re down for a spit skewer?”
