Page 2 of Ronan

Ronan

I wish my best friend and his on-and-off girlfriend would have gone to his house to argue like civil people would have, but at least they’re past it now.

Emma is sitting on Orion’s lap and playing with the scruff on his jaw like she didn’t just tell him to go fuck himself ten minutes ago, but I can tell with one glance that he doesn’t care either way. He just wants to fuck. “You two are a buzzkill, you know that?”

Orion smiles like that’s something to be proud of and takes a long sip of his Crown Royal. “He’s boring, huh, Em?”

I roll my eyes and flip off my only real friend in the world as his sort-of girlfriend smiles. “He’s not so bad. Just wish he didn’t dress like a zealot all the time. ”

Orion’s smile fades immediately, and I know it’s because he doesn’t trust her.

When they first started seeing each other, she got black-out drunk and asked me if I could talk Orion into a threesome.

Naturally, I told him. They fought and then made up all in the same night, and even though he never brought it up again, I know he remembers.

I just don’t know why he stayed. I get it, she’s hot and it was easy pussy, but he’s a good looking guy. That’s never been an area he struggled in before, so I don’t know why he’s trying to force this to be something it’s not.

People mistake toxicity for love every day, so I guess it’s nothing new. I just expected more from him.

Like I’m one to talk.

“I think you show enough skin for all three of us.”

“You see this skirt?” Orion hisses, tugging on the short fabric against her thigh. “She stopped at the gas station in this before coming here.”

“What’d you do that for?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He loves being pissed off as much as she loves pissing him off.

“I needed gas.”

“Gas and attention. ”

Ah, fuck. Here we go. Time to do damage control before they break something in my house. Again. “Why aren’t you pumping her gas for her, Orion? This is your woman, right?”

“I don’t know, are you?” he asks her, his hand gripping her chin so she can’t look away.

She melts under his touch, reminding me of just how much I’m missing. “If you say so, Orion. I’m whatever you say I am.”

“Good fucking answer.” He kisses her deep enough to have me standing up from my seat so I can disappear, but her next words have me pausing.

“I showed Atley your dick.”

“What?” we both say in unison, but it’s Orion who finds more words before I do. “Did she ask to see it?”

Did she? How did she respond? Did it turn her on? Did she think of it after? Is she thinking about it right now? Fuck.

She shrugs a little, smiling like she knows something we don’t. “She said she’s never seen better.”

Bullshit.

The expression on his face tells me I’ll never hear the end of it, but I cannot meet his stupid eyes right now. “My poor step- sister must be a virgin then. There’s no way she said that.”

If she did, I’m going to have to chop it the fuck off.

“Don’t be jealous, I’m sure she’d think yours is adequate enough if she ever saw it.”

I’ll kill him.

Seriously, I’ll skin him alive and make him beg for death only to deny it until I’m satisfied.

And I’m never satisfied.

“That’s his sister, you freak,” Emma laughs. “He’s not jealous, he’s probably trying not to think about it. Which means he definitely doesn’t want to hear about how often she makes herself cum, especially to masked men.” She grabs Orion’s glass and takes a drink. “One in particular.”

“You made it worse.”

But I’m tuning him out at this point. “Who is it? Are they super popular or something?”

She shrugs. “He’s got like a hundred thousand followers, but I don’t understand how.

His name is Nightbreed, can you imagine?

Stupid,” she huffs, scowling when Orion steals his drink back before she can take another sip.

“There’s a few others too, but he’s the one she’s really obsessed with. Bitch needs a life.”

Yeah. Stupid fucking name indeed. “Don’t talk about her that way or I’ll have to kill you.”

My tone is joking enough, but I mean it. I’m still stuck on the fact that she’s watching those videos at all.

Emma laughs it off, but Orion can see that my mood has changed. “You ready to go to my place now?” he asks her, and she nods to finally give me some peace.

“Yeah, I’m tired. Are you coming?”

He kisses her quickly as he shakes his head. “I’ll be there in a few.”

Our gazes lock as she takes her leave, and my jaw ticks at the amusement I see. The second the door closes behind her my best friend begins to laugh at me.

“It’s not funny, O.”

“Oh, it’s not? What is it then? Ironic, maybe? Your step-sister — who you’re obsessed with, by the way — is flickin’ her cute little bean to your videos. I thought you’d be over the moon.”

Am I?

In a way I am, because she’s the whole reason I made the stupid TikTok. But she doesn’t know it’s me. She’s fantasizing about a man that isn’t me. Well it is, but... god, this is a mindfuck.

“Bro, it’s been months and she’s never once engaged with my page. I had no clue she even found my account, but now that I know she has, what do I do?”

He eyes me like I already know the answer. “You’re the best manipulator I’ve ever met. Fucking use it. What do horny, bean-flicking girls want? Attention from people they think are out of their league. Start a contest or some shit, force her to say something.”

“Stop talking about her bean,” I hiss, but I have to admit, he’s onto something. “What should I give to a winner? A personalized video or something?”

No, that’s not enough. I need to truly get her attention. But how?

He contemplates for a moment, then shakes his head. “Nah. A personal FaceTime to the person with the best comment. You only want her, right? I’ll comment too, so if she dips on you, you don’t have to call some rando. Just pick mine.”

This is why he’s my friend, he’s just as fucked up as I am. And just as loyal .

“Alright, I’ll film it tonight. I’ll ask them to leave the most feral comment and leave it open until I pick my winner.”

Orion nods, tilting his head a little. “What are you gonna do if she doesn’t bite?”

Break into her house and bite for her. Finally snap and kidnap her so I can keep her in my basement. “I’ll need you to get her friend to talk her into it without them knowing that’s what you’re doing.”

The smile on his face is borderline criminal. “You may be the most manipulative motherfucker I’ve ever met, but I’ve learned a lot from you. Ask and you shall receive.”

“Good boy,” I tease, dodging his fist when it flies for my shoulder. “Go fuck your crazy chick before she burns down your house. It’s attached to mine.”

He flicks me a quick salute, then backs up far enough that I can’t reach him anymore. “Have fun tugging it to thoughts of your sister.”

I chase him out the door and then lock up behind him, my mind racing as I disappear into the basement and set up my camera.

Filming these videos is actually the easy part.

I just have to drop down and do about fifty sit-ups so my muscles pop, and then stand there with my shirt off.

I already have the lighting down here perfect for filming, and after I grab one of my skull masks and toss on my sunglasses, I do exactly that.

The hard part of filming these videos is usually the caption, but now that I have enough followers to omit the hashtags I just have to make sure I use words and phrases that will catch fire.

Good thing the word “contest” is always one of them. I just have to hope she actually bites.