Tiktok Poet Novels & Stories

River’s smug tone snapped me out of it. I threw a pillow at him and shoved the phone back. “Stop watching my mate. Call the best hackers we know and have them delete that video.” As I downloaded the app, I muttered, “What’s it called again? Oh, right. TikTok.” River chuckled. “There were two other cute girls in the video, in case you didn’t notice.” I didn’t. I searched for the clip—it was trending now. Four million views. “Four million perverts gawking at my woman,” I growled.