With trembling hands, I scrolled down to read the comments.
Risk4Eva: Damn! GET IT GIRL!
Blood Oath’s Biggest Sinner: Nooo! Why does he kiss ugly bitches like this when he has NORA? Does he feel sorry for them? UGH!
May Gal: OMG. I’M SO FUCKIN’ JEALOUS BUT GET IT, BABY BOY!
Facts4Dayz: Another gold-digging ho who wants into Risk’s pockets and how does she do that? By getting into his pants! I fucking hates these ho ass bitches. THOT!
PrettySophiaBabbyyyyy: Ew! Ewww! She’s so ugly though!
Jameson Oz: My guyyyyyyyyyy, I thought he was gonna fuck her there and then. LMFAO!
MaySinner5426: I swear I’ve never seen him kiss a natural redhead before, this is INSANE!
Lazy A-Hole: I’m mortified for her. She looks so desperate for him, she’s like a dog in heat.
I clicked out of the video, my face was burning and I quickly realised that I was crying. I grabbed my blue inhaler, took a few puffs and tried to calm down but, my God, I was freaking the hell out. My face was in the number one trending video on YouTube. Hurriedly, I googled Risk’s name and the first articles to pop who were ones about the video of us kissing on the pier. I whimpered when I saw another video had been uploaded; one that was filmed through the windows of the diner when I was having dinner with the guys. There were videos of May and Anna getting into a car and obviously having sex by the way the car rocked and the sounds coming from inside the vehicle. I scrolled and it just got worse and worse. I was labelled a ‘mysterious beauty’ but it was as obvious as the day I was born that I was scared shitless as the paparazzi crowded me.
The pictures, and video, they got of me leaving the diner with the guys left no room for doubt. It seemed to excite everyone that Risk was so protective of me. There were articles about his fans praising him for telling the paparazzi to fuck off. I dropped my phone onto my bed and tried to think clearly. I didn’t know what to do. Someone in Southwold was bound to say ‘Hey, isn’t that Frankie Fulton? The waitress at Mary Well’s?’
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I spoke out loud. “Just relax.”
I couldn’t relax, I needed to try and fix this.
I needed to speak to Risk.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
RISK
I should’ve told you that when you trusted me,
When you looked at me, and saw the real me.
I wrote down the lyrics that floated around my head. I had been working on it over the last couple of days and it was starting to take shape. As I wrote, I hummed the melody that myself and the guys eventually wrote and lay just a couple of hours ago. I had put the MP3 of the instrumental on my phone, popped my AirPods in my ears and put it on repeat. That was how I wrote. The melody came first then the lyrics followed. None of the other guys took part in the lyrical aspect of our records, they were all about the music.
Luckily, I had a knack for both.
“Oh, fuck,” I heard May say from downstairs. “Shit.”
I was upstairs, lying on the bed in the room I was crashing in. I sat upright when footsteps pounded against the stairs and May nearly fell into the bedroom. I jumped with fright and pulled my AirPods out.
“Mate, what the fuck?” I shouted, jumping to my feet. “What’s wrong?”
He shoved his phone in my face.
“You have the number one trending video on YouTube and your name is the number one trending topic on Twitter.”
“What the fuck did I do?” I thought out loud. “You fucked a woman in a car park just the other day and only trended at number five for a few hours. How the hell am I number one?”
“Your video is fresher and you can actually see what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” I grabbed the phone. “What fucking video?”
May reached over and tapped on the screen of his phone. I watched, in silence, as my on-screen self, along with Frankie, kissed the senses out of one another at the end of Southwold Pier. I sat down on my bed and watched the video from start to finish. Twice.
“Mate,” May grunted. “If you get a hard-on, I’m smacking you.”
I shifted because I did have a hard-on.
“She’s gonna lose her fucking mind.” I swallowed. “Frankie, fuck.”
“Is she at work?”
“At home,” I answered. “When I woke up, it was close to eight. She had her morning shift at seven so I just left her in bed. She was exhausted.”
May grinned. “Dirty dog.”
I snorted. “Don’t tease her when you see her, you know how shy she is about sex. Having you poke fun at her for fucking me five times might just leave her face permanently red.”