Part 3Love's Demise
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Back at the hotel, I sat on the sofa in the presidential suite, sipping red wine alone.
On the TV, Bobby's handsome face flickered across the screen. He was starring in a hit fantasy drama, playing a seductive fox demon. The scene currently playing showed him carrying the female lead back to his den to… make little fox demon babies.
The comments on the screen flew by: He looks like he has super sperm. She’s a lucky girl.
Do it! Do it now! Make all the babies!
Please. It was all an act.
The truth was, on our wedding night, I had almost completed my mission. We were in the middle of a passionate kiss. But then he went to take a shower, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was already gone—back to his film set.
Seriously, who leaves his new wife on their wedding night to go back to work?
Muttering to myself, I changed the channel. There he was again, on a variety show promoting the drama with his co-star.
Suddenly, his phone rang on live television. He answered it. Liam's voice boomed from the speaker. "Can you get your wife under control? She took my wife to a club tonight and hired eighteen male models. If you can't handle her, get her a job or something. Stop her from corrupting mine."
The show was live. The host's brain practically short-circuited.
The online comments exploded: What, Bobby Blackwood is married?
Who is his wife?
Damn, his wife is a badass. 18 models? Can she handle that?
Wait, did that guy on the phone just say Bobby 'can't handle her'?
Bobby was calmer than I would have expected. "I'm in the middle of a taping," he said to his brother. "We'll talk later."
The incident was a full-blown live TV disaster. As expected, before the show even ended, Bobby's name was trending everywhere.
#BobbyBlackwoodIsMarried
#BobbyBlackwoodsWifeHiresModels
#BobbyBlackwoodCantHandleHer
The entire world now thought he was bad in bed.
I looked at the trending topics and almost burst out laughing. I couldn't resist. Using my burner account, I commented under the most popular post: Such a waste of a pretty face.
Satisfied, I tossed my phone on the sofa and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, I rolled over and was met with a crisp, woody scent.
"Why didn't you use your burner account?" a voice asked. It was Bobby.