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With shaking hands, I opened my OnlyFans app and made a quick post: **“Hey everyone… I’m really sorry but I might not be able to come online anymore. Things are getting too risky at home and I think I have to delete my account. Thank you for all the love and support. This was fun while it lasted 💔” I hit post and immediately started panicking harder. Messages flooded in within seconds, my phone blowing up with notifications. *“What?! Nooo baby don’t go”* *“Sexysuzzy please what’s wrong??”* *“Don’t delete, we love your content”* *“Tell us what happened, we can help”* Then a direct message from **HotFantasy88** popped up. **HotFantasy88:** Hey, I just saw your post. What’s going on, Sexy? You

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•I DO NOT ALLOW WRITTEN FAN FICTION OF MY STORY AND CHARACTERS. -This is a book of Fiction. All name characters, location, and incidence are products of the writer's imaginations or have been used Fictitiously—any resemblance to an actual person, whether living or dead, locales or events is entirely Coincidental. -The UPLOADING, SCANNING, DISTRIBUTION of this book In any form or by any means- including, but not limited to, electronic, Mechanical, Photocopying, recording, or otherwise -without the permission of the author is ILLEGAL AND PUNISHABLE BY THE LAW.

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Ever since the incident went viral, fictional stories written by fans appeared in rapid succession. "Please write one where they're both high school students! Since you can write well, please write as much as you can!" "The exams are over now. When are you going to do a live stream, Madam? Will you feature Mr. Fordham as well? If the two of you appear together, I'm really going to send you a gift this time!" "This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!"

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

"If that is what it takes to give me some breathing space, I’ll cuss you out till one of us gets tired and it won’t be me.” They looked at each other, having one of their annoying silent conversations. And in the heat of the moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and my stomach dropped to the floor. Notifications everywhere. Videos already posted. Comments exploding. "OMG THE PRINCESS HAS FOUR BODYGUARDS" "are they all dating her????? REVERSE HAREM VIBES" "this is literally fanfiction come to life" "she looked SO pissed lmaooo"

"Move, Kaelen. Or I'm telling Jax you're bothering me again." ​"Jax is busy," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from mine. "And you don't want me to move. You want to know if I'm as rough as the stories you probably make up about me." ​"Get off me and stop writing fanfics in your head, you prick!" I hissed, even as my breath hitched. ​"Is that what this is? Fanfiction?" He smirked, his eyes darkening. He didn't move an inch; if anything, he pressed closer, his heavy chest crushing my soft one. "You don't want me to move and you know it," he whispered.

"Another one? Emma, this guy sounds... he sounds obsessed. He’s talking about 'ten minutes.' And 'Rose'?" "It’s just a creep, Han," I said, my voice gaining a steady, rehearsed quality. I looked at the message and rolled my eyes, though my heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest. "I’ve been getting these for weeks. I think my number got leaked in one of those writer group chats or a promo list. Some guys think that because I write romance, I’m an open invitation for their fan-fiction fantasies." "But he sounds so... specific," Hannah whispered, her gaze still fixed on the phone.

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