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His face makes me sick. I scrolled through I*******m, looking for new followers. I noticed a familiar username that followed me and hearted my posts. Wait. Rile Win as in Prince Rile of the Win I can't say he's fake because the username has a blue sticker as proof that he's verified by I*******m and not fake. He followed me for real! Wow! I never knew Prince Rile personally. Although we have a mutual friend, I have never laid hands on him. He's a man of coolness as I've heard. He served the British military when he was eighteen, the youngest pilot from posh MileCollege.

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And finally, the large poster placed awkwardly at the top of the bed. The poster was a bit crooked and was tearing at the edges. It was a pic of a handsome man striking a pose on a stage. His red hair fell messily over his face, so she couldn’t make out his appearance properly. He was sticking out his tongue and had an array of piercings decorating his ears and lower lip. A K-pop idol. Maya knew they called them that because Nia had been obsessed with them at one point.

She only stared at him, her expression blank, but Red continued, “And second, no Christianah, I do not like you, not in the way you are thinking about. Third, I really do have a girlfriend.” Still no reaction from her, Red sighed … Why was it so hard for her to get it? He pulled out his phone, went to his pictures and pulled up a folder, he clicked on it and numerous pictures of he and his girlfriend came up, he placed it before Tina and slowly swiped it. Tina's expression changed to shock as she stared at the intimate pictures of Red with his girlfriend but one thing stood out, her face was hidden away from the camera. “She is a known person and we want to keep things under wraps before we

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

He rubbed his red cheek and creased his forehead, "You wish !! I am not gonna leave you so soon. Say goodbye to peace from your life mousey" I put my hand on my chest and pretended to say goodbye to peace from my life "Yeah, Maze Hamlyn, Rest in peace hashtag R.I.P" He chuckled at my remark. "I saw someone got social media sensation overnight." Ryan chuckled raising his hand in the air trying to form a camera screen, "Who is this kind and cute raw beauty" I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Don't lie. I saw what photo of mine they used. I look more like a pauper than beauty"

but I didn't want to get my hopes up. My own profile had a picture of me shirtless and showing half of my face, with a couple of small moles next to my eyebrow that guys might be able to use as an identifier. It hadn't worked yet, but I left that as my main picture just in case it could happen someday.

The message app was open. The profile picture was him. Shirtless, that same lion tattoo on his chest I’d seen when he mowed the lawn without a shirt last summer. Username confirmed: DominantDaddyRex. Hundreds of messages. Fans begging for customs. Girls sending nudes. Payment notifications rolling in. I clicked the media tab almost on autopilot. There he was.

I knew I had seen these pictures, but seeing it again added to my anger. Aurora stiffened. “Where did you even get these?” “London paparazzi,” Red said. “You caused quite a scene. Very popular with the online blogs… you and Dylan. Rylan’s fake brother. Truly poetic!! And you call yourself his wife!! Aren't you ashamed?”

Then the image came again, the blurry image and then, the tiny voice of the girl. "Mum!" She yelled in my head. "Mum!" I screamed as I pulled away from the hug, breathing heavily. "Camila…" he walked to me palming my face. "I'm sorry this brought up your mum" he wanted to take the portrait but I stopped him. "No, don't. She's beautiful, they're beautiful, let them stay there" I smiled as he returned it. He led me to the sofa, stroking my hair. I felt a surge of happiness flow through me as I stared at him, the pointed jawline and his sharp pointed face made him look like a demigod.