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Chapter Five

Mikah

The grin on his face annoys me. Though I got caught up in the tasty food, because I eat trash all day, I can’t lose myself again. I don’t like this guy. He’s arrogant, full of himself, thinks he’s better than me, and is disrespectful as hell. The fact he’s charming only makes him dangerous because if I’m not careful, I’ll start being nice again, and that’s not why I’m here. I’m here for one reason and one reason only. Fuck his food. He probably didn’t even make it.

“On second thought,” he says, getting up. “Before we get into this, because it certainly will not be a five-minute conversation, let’s move somewhere more comfortable.”

He leaves the room, not giving me an opportunity to argue. Asshole. I’m learning his tricks already. I need to be on top of him if I want to get the upper hand. He likes taking control of situations, that much is clear. Not only in his videos, but in everyday life, too .

I follow him into the living room, stopping when I see his couch. That’s the exact couch in all of his videos. Looking around the room, I notice everything else looks familiar, too.

This guy shoots all his videos in his own living room?

That must be why all those people come and go… and here I was thinking he was a drug dealer. I mean, he still could be, and this revelation changes nothing. In fact, it makes me hate him more.

Who the fuck has a sex couch right in the middle of their living room for guests to sit on? Gross.

“Something wrong?” he asks as he drops onto the couch, his legs spread and leaning back the same way he does at the start of most of his videos.

I may have watched one… or a few. Like five, maybe. Okay, it was eleven. I watched eleven of his videos. Jeez. It was for research purposes.

“I’ll… just stand,” I say.

“Nonsense. Sit down,” he says, slapping the spot beside him.

“No thanks.”

His eyes narrow, and then he grins. “You know who I am,” he says. “That’s why you hate me so much.”

“No, I hated you before I knew who you were.”

He throws his head back and laughs, showing off a way too sexy throat. “This is perfect. So fucking perfect. Okay, fine. Let’s go out back. ”

I follow him toward the back door and into the backyard, where he has a fire pit set up with a few wicker couches around it. Of course I’ve seen it before—out my back door.

“Do you enjoy having people unknowingly sit all over your cum-stained couch?” I ask. “Does that get you off?”

He laughs again. “My couch is not stained with cum. I clean it thoroughly after every use.”

“Why not use a studio?”

“Because I don’t want to pay for a studio. I like doing things my way, in my own house.”

Guess I can’t blame him there, since I do the same. He takes a seat in one of the wicker chairs.

“Well, maybe you should get a bigger house with a spare room.” I sit in the chair across from him. “One that is across the country, maybe. I hear Maine is beautiful this time of year.”

“Maybe you should stop telling me how to live my life, neighbor,” he snarks back.

“My name is Mikah,” I say.

“Okay, and? Not going to stop calling you neighbor.”

“Whatever,” I mutter. I wish I would have blurted all this out the first time I came to his house instead of allowing him to make a thing out of it. I wouldn’t be here right now, and I really don’t want to be here right now.

“So, let’s go then. Tell me your plan,” he says impatiently. I don’t think there is a more annoying person on this planet than him .

I sigh, knowing I need to get it over with. I’m not shy about what I do for work, and I’ve never had an issue asking someone to do a video with me. I’m confident in who I am and what I do. So why is it different with this guy? Obviously it’s because I hate him. It has nothing to do with how attractive he is, because why would that matter? I see hot guys all the time.

“I do what you do, just differently.”

His eyes light up, and there is way too much interest in his voice when he says, “Do you, now?”

I ignore his tone and keep going. I am not going to give him info about me. If I can do this whole thing without him finding out who I am online, I’ll be happy. It’s unlikely, but I’ll try like hell.

“I work for an agency and as a top creator, I was asked to be in a calendar. I polled my fans and asked if I should do it solo or with someone. Majority says with someone, and then a fan messaged me and offered us 100k each to make a video together. I’m not in a position to pass that up.”

“Holy shit,” he says in awe. “What are the fucking odds, huh? Someone asks you to make a video with me, your neighbor. How convenient.”

“Uh, yeah…”

He leans back, pursing his lips. “I have to think about it.”

“What? Why?” I blurt, jumping to my feet.

I hadn’t considered what I would do if he said no. Why would he say no? This is one hundred thousand dollars! No one in their right mind would turn this down. Though, maybe he isn’t in his right mind. That wouldn’t shock me.

“For one, you aren’t my typical movie partner.” He gestures toward me. “For two—”

“Well 98% of my stuff is solo!” I argue. “This isn’t about my typical stuff; this is about the money.”

“I don’t need the money.” He shakes his head.

“Who doesn’t need a hundred thousand dollars?” I nearly shout.

Me… at one point, anyway. Just a few days ago, I wouldn’t have been freaking out about this as much as I am right now. I probably wouldn’t even have come over here.

“What’s going on, neighbor? What’s this really about? You got money problems? Creating isn’t going as well as it should?” He folds his hands and rests them on his abs.

He’s teasing me, taunting me. I want to knock him out.

I grit my teeth. “My career is fine. I just told you I’m a top creator—”

“Yeah, but where? Some low-life website that has ten creators?”

“Behind the Lens, actually.”

His eyes widen and he whistles, impressed. Holding his hands up, he says, “My apologies. So what, then?”

“Let’s just keep my business my business, okay?”

“Fine.” He gets up, walking toward me and offering out his hand. “Thanks for the opportunity, but I’m going to pass. ”

“Why?” I ask, refusing to take his hand and stepping away from him.

“Let’s just say I don’t like working with people I can’t trust.”

“Oh, and you trust all the guys you find on the internet?” I spit out.

He grins wildly. “You watch my videos, neighbor?”

“You’re impossible,” I growl, then storm around the outside of the house and back to my own. I don’t know why I thought he would agree to this. Now I feel like a desperate idiot. Which I am. A desperate idiot who’s broke and really needs this money.

I hop on my laptop and send RyanJack504 a message, asking if he would consider any other creator. I swear any other guy would be better than this one. He answers almost immediately, telling me it’s Dominic Blake or no one.

Snapping my computer shut, I pick up my phone to call Zach, who I already let in on this situation.

“What the hell am I going to do?” I ask.

“Neighbor didn’t work out?”

“No. He made the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten, then went back to his arrogant ways. I swear he only told me no because I wouldn’t tell him why I need the money.”

“Then you should have just told him,” Zach says over a yawn.

“Hell no. I don’t need that asshole knowing my business.”

“I mean, does it really matter? Once you get this all sorted, you’ll get your money back.”

“You don’t know that. They don’t always send it back, Zach. ”

“Then you’ll make more.” He bites into something crunchy and chews loudly into the phone.

“I will, but how long? I have bills to pay, you know. Groceries and CP’s food. Monthly bills, car insurance, health insurance! I don’t get the free stuff anymore.”

“I’m sure you’ll live, Mikah. You make like, thousands a month.”

“You’re missing the point!”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

We go silent for a few moments. Zach doesn’t share the same fear I have. Though we grew up in the same place, he’s perfectly content still living that life. But it’s probably because he has a good family who loves him, and not a mother who berates him and treats him like shit like mine did. I still have nightmares about her, which is insane considering I haven’t seen her in over ten years.

“Maybe wait for him to cool off and try again,” Zach suggests.

I know that won’t work, but I agree and we get off the phone.

Zach is my best friend and most of the time he totally gets me. But money isn’t something we agree on. Never have. In fact, it’s probably why we aren’t together now. We dated on and off for a while, but my plan was always to leave. He was fine with staying. And when he had the opportunity to come with me, he told me no. He wanted to stay with his family. Whatever.

I head upstairs to take a shower and make some content. I’ve been slacking on content the past few days because my mood is shitty and that’s not fair to my fans. I’ll have to jerk off in the shower today to make up for it. Hopefully I don’t have a problem getting it up with the amount of stress I’m under.

I go into my room to grab some clothes and pause when I see something stuck to my neighbor’s window. It’s a piece of cardboard covering the lower bottom half of the window. Words are written on it in thick black marker, and I swear if he were in front of me right now, I’d punch him in the face.

TELL ME WHY YOU NEED THE MONEY AND I’LL DO IT.

This… is a fucking joke.

He can’t be serious. I run downstairs to my desk to grab a sheet of paper from the printer since I don’t have any cardboard inside the house, and I don’t want to risk going outside. I write on the paper, taking up as much space as possible so the letters are big and he’s sure to see it. I grab the tape and storm up to my room to tape it to the window.

With the light coming in through the window, I can see the giant FUCK YOU through the thin sheet of paper.

“Asshole,” I mutter as I go into the bathroom.

I make sure my camera is on, start the shower, and take a minute to collect myself or there’s no way I’m making a video. I do a few breathing exercises, some jumping jacks, and even give myself a pep talk. My dick doesn’t want to cooperate, but maybe once I give it some attention it’ll change its mind.

Getting into the shower, I wash my hair first, using the time to think about things that usually turn me on. I like knowing people get off on watching me. I love a sloppy blow job. When I picture that, someone on their knees for me, I look down and it’s Dominic looking up at me.

“Fuck no,” I growl, shaking my head. I get the bottle of lube from the shelf, and start stroking my limp dick, thinking of the camera and the people watching this video. I think of Zach sucking my dick. But then somehow, my mind wanders to that grey couch next door, me bent over it, and Dominic railing me from behind. The quickness in which my dick gets hard is embarrassing.

Though I’m not happy about it, I do it for the sake of the video. For the money! For my fans! I imagine Dominic’s hand around my throat from behind me, his other hand on my hip, slamming into me as he grunts like a wild fucking animal. He likes to be rough. I like when men are rough. You wouldn’t know from my content, but people don’t need to know that about me. I prefer to bottom but I have no problem topping someone if they want me to. But being fucked, hard , is my absolute favorite thing. When someone knows how to do it right, it’s pure magic.

I hear Dominic groaning in my ear, hear him telling me to be a good boy for him. He refuses to touch my dick, wanting me to come when he wants me to. His grip tightens. I can’t breathe.

“Fuck,” I groan, stroking faster.

“Don’t come until I say.”

“Okay,” I choke out.

“This pretty little ass feels so good. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours!” I croak. “All yours. Please let me come.”

“I’m almost there, baby. So close… Yes, just like that. Keep squeezing my cock. You’re going to make me come. Come with me, baby. Fuck, come now.”

The orgasm hits so hard I fall against the wall, my cum splattering against the shower curtain. My heart is pounding, my toes curling from the intensity. I stroke my dick until it’s soft, still feeling shock waves of my orgasm throughout my body.

Shit, I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Obviously I needed it. Stress will do that to you. Or maybe it’s my arrogant neighbor that does it to me…

Nah, that can’t be it. It’s definitely not him. No way in hell is it him.