Warning: [Contains R18 Scenes. Reader's discretion advised.]
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Being an influencer wasn't easy especially if you don't have a look to die for.
Zeke stared at his computer screen, his dark thick brows pulling into a frown. His brooding gaze fixated on the '250 followers'.
He didn't know what he had done wrong, but it was already a year now and this was the number of followers he managed to gather.
"Is it my luck or is it just circumstances?" Zeke muttered under his breath.
He closed his eyes, rubbing the dark circles around his eyes. "Fine, I guess this is the end of us." He said in frustration as he clicked on the screen where he could delete his account.
But how could he just give up like that, after everything he had done to gain followers… dancing, singing, following trends, and even cooking… nothing worked.
He even remembered the time he decided to play the chosen one, that he was the son of nature and every animal liked him.
His eyes drifted down to his thighs… he could vividly remember how he almost lost his balls to a Rottweiler.
The owner had repeatedly assured him the dog was nice. He hadn't even started the video when the dog decided to make him a spectacle for disgrace, leaving an everlasting mark on his upper thigh to make sure he would never forget about that fateful day.
He let out a deep sigh as he closed the screen of the computer unable to bring himself to delete the account.
His eyes drifted to his phone. On its screen was a picture of a brunette with brown eyes and cute dimples.
A smile formed on his face. She was the only light in his dark world. A lot of women had looked down on him, but for some strange reason, the beautiful damsel refused to leave his side.
His chest swelled with pride. His eyes twinkled with both guilt and happiness. She was the reason he wanted to make it big.
He always wanted to buy her expensive gifts and take her around the world. To treat her as the princess she was, but sadly he was not only unsuccessful as an influencer but broke like a cracked egg.
He sighed. Before logging into his account. "Only 250 rollers left?! We haven't even gotten to the middle of the month yet." His fingers slide into his black short hair before grabbing a fistful of it.
After tugging his hair and grumbling he slumped in his chair, completely drained, physically, emotionally, and psychologically.
After a while, he raised his phone again. "Maybe I'll be happy after I see my beautiful sunshine." He smiled before dashing to his feet.
He quickly changed his clothes as he hurried out of his apartment.
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Arriving at the door of his girlfriend's apartment, he had a wide grin on his face as he stared at the bouquet of red roses in his hand.
'She will be so happy when she sees the flowers… hehe… after all red roses symbolize everlasting love… my undying love.'
Zeke planned to surprise her so he took out his spare keys and unlocked the door.
He hummed happily as he entered the sitting room but she was not there. He frowned slightly, as he thought he had missed the golden moment.
But faint indistinct sounds echoed from her room. So he walked towards the room, the closer he got the louder the sound became.
Smack. Smack. Squelch. Slap.
The sound of skin slapping against skin was followed by moans and grunts. The hard creaking of furniture echoed through the air as an underlying beat to the rhythm.
"That so deep… that so f**king deep…hmm.." A cry tore from the woman's throat.
"Yeah, I know… smack… nice butts I must say…" the man grunted as he smacked her ass again.
"You are the best… ohhh…hmm.."
Meanwhile, outside the door, Zeke stood with an appalled look. Staring through the gap between the unlocked door, he felt his soul leaving his body, completely dumbstruck.
The bouquet of roses fell from his hands to the ground. For a moment the world seemed to stand still on its axis.
'No way… no… way. She won't cheat on me… she would never cheat on me… she loves me.' Zeke tried to convince himself otherwise but the scene in front of him reminded him of the cruel reality.
Anger shot through his veins, he stepped forward, ready to barge into the room and give the man a beating he could never forget but his steps halted. 'Maybe I should just walk away… There is no point in fighting.'
He turned to leave but his steps halted. '…I want to make them pay… I want them to feel the pain and the humiliation I am going through now. I want to watch their world crumble into dust.' The pain in his eyes slowly turned to a cold dark one.
His hands slowly clenched by his side, so tight that his knuckles turned white. He inhaled deeply before taking out his phone, ignoring the deep hole in his chest, throbbing and arching.
He cleared his throat, wiping the tears off his face. Then he wore a forced smile as he entered his TikTok account and began live-streaming.
"Hello, guys…" He said in a hushed voice. "For today's live event, I have a surprise for you all." He said with a mischievous glint flashing through his eyes. The pain hidden in its depth.