Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
It was the second time in an hour that I’d needed a break, and all we’d been doing was filming easy shots with easy lines.
But I’d felt like I was all out of social-energy spoons from the moment everyone had walked in early this morning.
There was nothing quite like being the center of attention as a painfully socially awkward introvert, especially when I was the one who had signed up for it. The Fixer Brothers guys were amazing, but all of them were used to this much action. And the TV crew seemed like amazing people, too—Carla was a badass woman with endless attention to detail, and Chase…
Well, Chase seemed confident, charming, a natural talker, and… everything that I wasn’t.
I shut the double doors to the balcony behind me, closing my eyes as the summer breeze hit my skin.
“There we go,” I whispered softly into the air, feeling my pulse slow down instantly.
This was bliss. Shutting the noise of the TV crew and construction workers inside and hearing the wind in the pine trees. The smell of someone firing up a grill nearby floated through the late afternoon, and on one end of the wrap-around balcony, I could see a sun-dappled view of Denver below in between the trees.
This balcony on the second floor was my favorite part of the house. I’d gotten a place in the mountains for this reason: peace and quiet, up above the bustle of the city. When I’d searched for a company who could do renovations without messing up the old-school charm of the place, Fixer Brothers Construction was the clear winner for companies in this area.
When they’d asked if I was comfortable being featured on their home renovation TV show, I hadn’t given it much thought. How bad could it be, letting them film some before-and-after shots in my house?
Turned out that it involved a whole lot more than that. And it also turned out that I was way more comfortable when I was the only one in charge of a camera.
When it was my secret.
When it was just me in front of my cell phone, not surrounded by dozens of pairs of eyes and huge camera rigs. And when I did things on camera that I could never do with another person watching, other than strangers on the internet.
I’d uploaded my first jerk-off video to OnlyShots earlier this year, late at night on a whim, thinking no one would ever see it. I’d only filmed it out of curiosity, to see how it might look, but I’d quickly become addicted to the thrill of anonymously posting the videos to my account online. I’d chosen the name Adam Dix as a joke, and now it was my username on the website, a name that my small group of followers knew me by.
It was one of the places in life where I had the most control. Where I could pretend to be someone with confidence, and where no one had to know how socially awkward I was in real life.
Where no one had to know how truly inexperienced I was in real life, either.
I pulled out my phone, squinting down in the sun at the screen. I thumbed over to the OnlyShots app, checking to see what new comments I had from my most recent video.
Twink_honey69: Best one yet, omg.
Hardsteele1983: KEEP TOUCHING URSELF FOR ME WOW UR HOT
ChillyIcyBlue: Perfection… fucking perfection as usual, Adam, I will never get sick of you.
Plaything4U_Boo: im dying holy god mmmmmmmmmMMM
I smiled to myself every time I read the comments. I had no idea who any of these people were, and that was how I liked it. Sometimes I saw repeat usernames in the comments, but that was it. I didn’t know their real names, they didn’t know mine. They could appreciate me from afar and that was enough for me.
“Hi,” a voice said from behind me as the balcony door swung open and I jumped, dropping my phone onto the deck with a clatter.
I turned to see a flash of blond and blue hair, and my pulse quickened again instantly. Chase was smiling at me and probably wondering why the hell I was out here alone when we needed to be filming.
“Oh, hi, there,” I said, reaching down for my phone.
“I got it,” he said, bending to pick it up.
“No, no,” I said too forcefully, lurching forward to grab it, knowing full well what type of comments were all over the screen.
I snatched up the phone, locking it and shoving it into my pocket. No one in real life knew about my Adam Dix persona, and they never would, because I would promptly die of embarrassment.
“Sorry,” Chase said, holding up his hands. The blue of his eyes practically glittered in the sunlight. “Didn’t mean to intrude. Flynn’s just getting antsy to wrap up filming for the day, and Carla asked if I could come grab you to bring you back inside, and… are you okay? Do you need another five? Because I could push for that.”