Kara
Being intertwined with Chase and Eric is fucking magical. Being locked in their arms and nestled in their cozy embrace is far from a bad place to be in when I wake up.
In fact, it’s the best fucking fantasy I could ever imagine, a true fairy tale that’s rocking my world.
Let’s face it, I have two of the most gorgeous hunks on the planet who swoon and drool over me, shower me with daily compliments, and feed me their cum until I’m cum-pletely satisfied.
Yeah, and then there’s the sex. The actual fucking is pretty amazing, too.
What more could a girl ask for?
I’m smitten with them. Totally and completely head-over-heels in-love. They comfort me and make me feel safe and protected. I know they’d do anything for me, and I have to admit the feeling’s mutual.
I lean over to the bedside table and pick up my phone, careful not to rouse the guys from their slumber. They look so gentle, calm, and tranquil as their chests rise and fall with peaceful sleep—so much different from how they usually are, which is anything but gentle. And that’s the way I like them.
I wonder if they’re dreaming about me, about us together, intimate and naked, and sharing orgasm after orgasm.
It’s what I hope for as I quietly burrow back into their arms. Thankfully, both Chase and Eric remain blissfully asleep.
I turn on my phone and scroll through my social media feed. I don’t know what to expect, and it makes my heart drum harder in my chest.
Am I getting hate messages today? Or will it be hearts and likes? It was different back then, before this fucking crazy endeavor began.
With success came more visibility, and with it came haters.
Tale as old as fucking time.
Everyone feels more confident and protected behind their screens. The paparazzi are one thing—Chase can just beat the shit out of them until they’re too scared to talk trash anymore.
But the anonymity of the web makes them think that they’re safe from Chase’s fucking angry fists. He wouldn’t be able to reach right through the screen and blacken their eyes.
Fucking cowards.
As I suspect, there are people who are supportive of me. But then, there are also the cynical assholes who can’t keep their mouths shut and like to spread the hate, trolling my accounts like the losers they are.
Kara is a dumb bitch who slept her way to success.
I wince and quickly scroll past that snide remark.
I love Kara! She’s such an inspiration for all of us curvy girls who want to get healthy…and take hot dick while they do it!
That one makes me smile. It balances out the rudeness of the negative comments. I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling exhausted by the attacks. I try to focus on the overwhelming joy and support from my followers.
At least they think I’m doing great work by being a role model to women who are in the same situation I once was.
I read some comments about the paparazzi run-in last night and some news articles probably written by some bitter shitheads.
One of the news articles grabs my attention, and I draw the phone closer to scrutinize the details.
Obsessed and fanatical women follow superstar Kara while the pressure intensifies overseas
I read the caption again. I can’t believe this is really happening. I’ve never had insane fans before. I remember seeing them in the crowd yesterday, though. Could it be possible that some of them are out to get me?
Or worse…harm me or the guys?
Taking a deep breath, I shut off my social media apps. I’m dog tired, and it’s too damn early in the morning to analyze all this feedback.
Just when I’m getting ready to drift off to sleep again, my phone buzzes, alerting me to a new text message.
I freeze and hold my breath. I glance at the guys, but they don’t even stir.
Thank fuck, my phone is on vibrate, or they would have woken up from the noise.
I look at my phone and notice that the text is coming from my ex-boyfriend, Ryan.
Fuck, I don’t want to deal with him right now. Honestly, his bullshit is the last thing I need.
But ultimately, curiosity gets the better of me, and I roll my eyes at my own lack of self-control. I swipe the screen up to read his message. I won’t be able to sleep until I know for certain what he’s up to and why he’s reaching out to me all of the sudden.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, needing a second or two to get myself to read the text.
I have no idea if it might set me off or something. It’s too early in the morning to get angry at the dipshit, but I won’t be able to rest until I know what he wants.
We need to talk.
Ha. That’s fucking fresh.
Two whole years of nothing but radio silence, and now of all times, we need to talk?
It’s fucking hilarious is what that is.
Okay, so that’s his entire message. It’s vague and ambiguous.
We need to talk could mean a million different things, for a million different reasons that I can’t decipher or think of at this early hour.
I glance at the guys. Should I answer him? I think for a few seconds, but I can’t make up my mind.
I decide to ignore him, mainly because there’s really nothing in it for me. I’ll only get worked up over nothing, and he’ll only make me feel like shit—or maybe he wants to get back together with me because I’m hot now.
I can already imagine how fantastic it would be to have the smug satisfaction of watching him beg for me, pleading that I make him mine once again.
It’s never going to happen. As much as that fantasy appeals to me, I know it’s a disastrous idea to open the vents for contact.
I take another deep breath and hit the delete button, watching it disappear from my messaging history and my glam new life.
I’m making the right decision. I need good things in my life right now—not fame-chasing failed journalist ex-boyfriends.
I lean back in the bed, but by now Eric and Chase are already stirring and grinning up at me with groggy yet sexy expressions.
These two—they’re the good things I need in my life.
Chase grunts and leans closer. “Good morning, beautiful.”
His voice is a seductive song.
“Good morning, sexy,” I say and move in for a kiss on the lips.
“My turn,” Eric chimes in from behind me and gently pulls my chin to him, using his lips to tenderly send me into madness, with chills of pleasure.
“It’s the best feeling in the world, waking up next to you guys,” I say with delight.
Chase steps out of bed, and I watch with admiration as he walks around the room naked, his chiseled and perfectly carved body on display.
“Should we order breakfast?” Eric says as rises out of bed.
“That sounds good to me,” I say with a smile. “I’m pretty hungry this morning.”
“Me, too. Come here—you look good enough to eat.’” Chase jogs back to the bed and straddles me, pinning me down and making me squeal.
“Breakfast first,” I insist, shoving him off lightheartedly.
“I know what snack I’ll want after breakfast,” Chase says as he rubs my inner thigh, making my heart race.
I giggle and bite my bottom lip. He’s such a fucking tease.
“I like after-breakfast snacks, too,” I sit up and run a hand through his sandy blonde hair, then hop out of bed.
“Hey, where are you going?” he whines.
“Nowhere,” I call over my shoulder and head to the bathroom.
I glance in the mirror and pucker out my lips. I can’t believe I’m staring at this massively toned body in the mirror, and it belongs to me.
“Hey, babe, what do you want us to order for you off the room service menu?” Eric calls out from the partially cracked bathroom door.
“Just some fresh fruit and yogurt is good,” I respond before turning on the sink faucet.
I want to keep this body looking good, so no eggs, sausage, and bacon for me. The way the guys touch me fills my hunger anyway. I only want them.
I glance at the bathroom mirror behind me. A beautiful white ceramic claw foot tub calls to me.
After splashing water on my face and patting it dry with a hand towel, I turn around and walk to the tub. Room service can wait.
“Hey, guys?” I yell from inside the bathroom.
In an instant, their adorable heads come popping through the doorway.
“Yes?” Eric asks with eager curiosity.
I point to the tub and grin with mischief.
“What are you saying?” Chase asks, but he mirrors my grin. He already understands what I’m implying.
“It’s big enough for three people,” I say.
“Are you suggesting we all get in together?” Eric’s eyes widen with desire.
“Mmm-hmm,” I say, nodding seductively as they slowly walk toward me, wild hunger in their eyes.