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Today was day 12, week 2. We had packed our bags and stuff and was now on the tour bus, going to diffrent hotels every 2-3 days. Fuck this is so cool. Being backstage and being able to see Tyler after his shows is so cool.

"Hey" he came into the hotel

"Hi" I smiled kissing his cheek

"Aw nah nigga" he said as he pulled me by my waist and gave me a kiss on the lips

"Ew your sweaty"

"Thats not what you say when we fuck but whatever-"

"Tyler!" I said as he chuckled biting his lip

I stared at him

His blazer was in his hand and his pants were damp. His wig was sticking to his forehead.

"Nigga you look goofy" I laughed

"Leave me the fuck alone" he pouted as I chuckled

"How come you weren't backstage?" He asked, setting his blazer down.

"Just wanted to chill out here, ya know read Wattpad" I spoke as he nodded

"Whats Wattpad?"

"Nothing" I spoke quickly

"Mk" he nodded

He pulled his phone out and typed something in.

"Ohhh it's a reading app, nigga why didn't you wanna tell me?"

"No reason-"

"Whatchu been reading?" He raised a brow

I shrugged, nervously.

He eyed my phone on the table

"Tyler..."

He reached for my phone

Tyler scrolled through my apps and clicked on the Wattpad icon as I tried to grab my phone back.

"Okkk let's go into your continue reading..." he trailed off

"Smut book!?" He said, curiously.

"What the fuck is that?" He laughed as he clicked on it.

He skimmed through the chapter

"Yo, what the fuck?"

"Tyler I can explain-"

"Nigga this is basically porn" he laughed

"I can't believe you were scared to tell me like...this is hot" he bit his lip

"O-oh..."

"I have no problem with you reading this but..." he trailed off

He pinned me to the wall

"You gotta remember, I fuck you better than any of the book characters would." He bit his lip.

I nodded

"Hm?"

"Yes" I said as he chuckled

"Good"

"Can we read some together later?" He asked

"Sure.." I giggled

"Cool, lemme go shower" he said as he walked over to our on suite.

Fuck that's was hot.
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He came out of the shower with a towel around his waist, just waiting to fall.

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