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Content Warning: This chapter will contain strong sexual content and profanity.
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Note: This chapter will be longer in length.
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I was sprawled across my bed, legs kicked up against the headboard, aimlessly scrolling through my phone. The faint hum of my ceiling fan mixed with the distant noise of traffic outside, a comforting reminder that the city was alive, even if my evening wasn't. Eloise was still at work, promising to grab Panda Express on her way home, our usual lazy dinner when cooking wasn't on the agenda.
My stomach grumbled, but I ignored it. My focus was elsewhere, locked on my phone. I knew exactly what I'd find in my messages: guys.
Dozens of guys.
The latest post I made—a mirror selfie in a fitted black dress—had worked its magic, sending my DMs into a frenzy. I opened the first one.
"Damn, you're perfect. Can I take you out?"
Unoriginal, but flattering.
Next.
"Hey, beautiful, what's your favorite flower?"
Sweet, in a predictable way.
Another.
"You got a man? If not, let me change that."
I smirked, the corner of my lips curling in satisfaction. They all sounded the same, but that didn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I thrived on it.
This wasn't boredom-scrolling. This was fuel. Every compliment, every pickup line, every awkwardly bold attempt, it all fed me in a way I couldn't explain. It wasn't about any of these guys individually. I didn't care about their names or their lives. What mattered was how they saw me. Their words painted a picture of me that was untouchable, flawless, magnetic.
I flipped onto my stomach, my smile widening as I continued scrolling.
Another message popped up:
"You're a goddess. Let me worship you."
I laughed out loud. Over the top? Absolutely. But it still sent a thrill through me.
I knew what people would say, that it was shallow, that it was all fake. And maybe it was. But I didn't care. Why would I, when I had dozens of strangers clamoring for a single scrap of my attention?
I hovered over a message from some guy named Ryan.
"You're stunning. I'd love to take you to dinner sometime."
