Free Web NovelChapter 77: Fansly Dashboard
The teenage pink haired woman pressed her back against the cool wall of the entryway, letting out a slow exhale.
She reached into the pocket of her dark sweatpants, pulling out the sleek, black keycard.
She had spent the last two hours meticulously planning this infiltration, waiting until her mother, Diana, was completely fast asleep before sneaking into her purse and swiping the spare keycard to Wren’s room.
Zoe didn’t want to be here.
She actively loathed the absolute hold this random, overly dominant brute had over her mother and seemingly every other powerful woman in her life.
But she had a mission...
Zoe crept silently through the living room, completely bypassing the expensive furniture, and approached the open archway of the master bedroom.
She carefully peeked her head around the corner with her eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight.
Zoe stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw literally dropped open in pure disbelief.
Lying dead center in the bed was Wren.
He was completely fast asleep, lying on his back with his chest rising and falling in a steady, powerful rhythm but he wasn’t alone.
Tangled completely around him on the left side, her vibrant purple hair splayed wildly over his chest, was Leah Merrett and on his right side, with her leg completely thrown over his waist and her face buried in his neck, was Isabella.
Both women were fast asleep, completely peaceful, and both of them were wearing Wren’s oversized dress shirts.
Zoe stared at the scene with her brain completely short-circuiting.
’What the actual fuck is this?!’ Zoe screamed internally with her hands balling into fists. ’This is ridiculous! He is a completely ordinary guy! How the hell does he have two of the wealthy stunning women on this island completely draped over him like a pair of absolute house cats?! This is so unfair! It’s insane! I hate him!’
Zoe stood there for a full minute with her blood boiling with a mix of utter disbelief and indignant rage.
However, as furious as she was, Zoe forced herself to take a deep breath. She shoved her disgust into a mental lockbox as she couldn’t afford to get distracted by his ridiculous harem politics even though she wanted one too.
She had a specific highly lucrative objective to complete.
Zoe slinked forward with her bare feet making absolutely zero noise against the thick, plush carpet of the bedroom.
She completely ignored the upper half of the bed, keeping her eyes glued to the floor until she reached the very foot of the mattress.
Zoe crouched down slightly, hiding beneath the edge of the heavy duvet.
She slowly reached into her pocket, pulling out her ultra-high-end smartphone and then she activated the camera app, making absolutely sure the flash and the shutter sound were completely disabled.
She slowly, meticulously lifted the camera over the edge of the mattress.
Because of the heat of the island, and the fact that two incredibly warm women were pressing against him, Wren had kicked the heavy duvet completely off his legs.
His bare feet were resting perfectly near the edge of the bed,illuminated by the soft, silvery moonlight.
A highly degenerate, incredibly lewd grin slowly spread across Zoe’s face.
’Oh, this is absolute gold,’ Zoe thought to herself, entirely consumed by her own bizarre monetization strategies. ’This will be completely perfect for my Fansly channel. My subscribers are going to lose their minds over this angle... As much as I absolutely hate this brute, I have to admit... his feet are—’
"Give me one good reason you’re taking pictures of my feet at night with a lewd grin on your face."
The voice was ice cold, perfectly clear, and completely, terrifyingly awake.
Zoe’s entire body went rigid. The blood completely drained from her face, leaving her as pale as a ghost as the smartphone nearly slipped from her trembling fingers.
She slowly, agonizingly raised her head, peering over the edge of the mattress.
Wren wasn’t asleep.
His head was propped up on the pillows.
His piercing blue eyes were locked directly onto her like they were glowing.
He hadn’t moved a single muscle to disturb the sleeping women draped over him, but his right hand was entirely free. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
His index finger was hovering exactly half an inch above the glowing red Emergency/Security panic button mounted on the bedside table.
Zoe swallowed hard, absolute terror paralyzing her vocal cords.
"Or," Wren murmured. "I press this button, security storms the room, and I report you for breaking and entering, Zoe. Choose..."
Zoe remained frozen in terror with her degenerate operation completely and utterly busted.
Wren stared at her in the dark, maintaining his cold exterior but internally, his brain was completely breaking down.
’Why the hell is she taking feet pics of me?!’ Wren screamed internally, thoroughly baffled by the sheer absurdity of the situation. ’Is she a completely unhinged pervert?!’
Zoe froze.
The young woman stood paralyzed in the moonlight, her ultra-high-end smartphone dangling precariously from her trembling fingers.
The blood drained from her face in a matter of seconds, leaving her skin ashen.
She stared at Wren’s glowing eyes in the dark, the reality of her situation crashing down on her shoulders.
If he pressed that button, island security would storm the room... Her mother would be notified and the scandal would be irreversible.
A violent burning flush of profound embarrassment began to creep up Zoe’s neck, staining her throat and rushing into her cheeks.
Slowly, moving with the agonizing caution of someone standing on a live landmine, Zoe raised her hands.
Her palms turned outward in a universal gesture of total surrender. She didn’t dare speak at a normal volume... The two women sleeping next to Wren were terrifying in their own right, and waking them would only multiply the disaster...
Zoe leaned forward over the edge of the mattress with her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts.
"I can explain," she mouthed as she gestured wildly with her chin toward the master bathroom, her eyes pleading with him. "Follow me."
Wren stared at her for a long, quiet second. He let his hand drop from the nightstand, resting it back against the heavy mattress.
He let out a slow exhale, staring up at the dark ceiling.
’Why the hell is she doing this?’ Wren thought with his mind parsing through the options.
Zoe was Diana’s daughter.
She had spent the better part of this vacation glaring at him, sure they had slept on the same bed and stuff but she was still hating on men naturally... and yet, here she was, creeping into his room in the dead of night, pointing a camera at his exposed feet with a lewd grin on her face.
Did she actually have a weird, repressed fixation on him? Was all that hostility just a mask for some bizarre twisted attraction? If she did, he wouldn’t actually mind.
She was objectively attractive though he didn’t do that young...
’She needs to get a boyfriend first,’ Wren noted internally.
Wren stiffened.
He caught his own thought process with the unvarnished depravity of the logic hitting him like a physical blow.
He mentally shook his head, clearing the fog of sleep.
’What am I thinking?’
He slowly turned his head, looking down at the heavy, warm reality anchoring him to the bed.
On his right side, with her leg thrown brazenly over his waist and her face buried in his neck, was Isabella.
The fiercely competitive professional racer was dead to the world.
She smelled of perfume and on his left side, tangling her arms around his bicep with her vibrant purple hair splayed wildly over his chest, was Leah.
The billionaire heiress had curled herself into a tight ball against his ribs.
Both of them were wearing his oversized dress shirts... both of them were marked by his presence and both of them had boyfriends.
Wren stared at the two beautiful women, feeling the heavy thrum of satisfaction radiating through his chest.
He realized with crystal clarity how twisted his preferences had become... The reason this specific scenario felt so incredibly fulfilling wasn’t just because they were stunning...
That was the surface-level ego boost.
The real dopamine hit, the dark thrill that kept his blood running hot, was the insidious knowledge of what existed outside this room.
Marcus Chen, Isabella’s boyfriend, was likely sitting in a different luxury suite right now, staring at his phone, wondering why the racer was ignoring his calls and Leah’s partner, Joel was probably doing the exact same thing...
They were waiting, oblivious, while the women they claimed were currently buried in Wren’s bed, wearing his clothes, seeking his warmth.
’Once again, I’m really a sick individual...’ Wren concluded with a sigh. There was no guilt in the thought... He liked it.
He shifted his focus back to the present. Zoe was still waiting by the doorway, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot.
The extraction process began.
It required the delicate precision of defusing a bomb. Wren moved his left arm first, relaxing the muscles in his bicep to slide it out of Leah’s tight grip.
She murmured softly in her sleep, a faint sound of protest, and squeezed tighter. Wren froze, holding his breath, waiting for her rhythm to settle.
Once she went limp again, he smoothly extracted the limb.
Next was Isabella. Her muscular thigh was a dense weight across his waist. He reached down, gripping the back of her knee, and slowly lifted her leg. He guided it off his body, setting it gently down onto the mattress.
She didn’t stir surprisingly which made him smile.
Free from their hold, Wren wriggled his way through the gap, sliding silently off the edge of the towering bed.
He stood up in the dark, his broad torso illuminated by the moonlight, and gave Zoe a sharp nod.
He followed the girl into the shadows of the hallway.
...
The master bathroom of the VIP suite was a sprawling testament to excessive wealth.
The floors were cut from seamless slabs of dark veined marble that leeched the heat directly from the soles of Wren’s feet.
The only illumination came from the sleek rectangular vanity mirrors lining the dual sinks.
They cast a harsh artificial white glow that bounced off the polished stone.
As Wren stepped over the threshold, pulling the heavy door shut behind him to seal the noise, his eyes immediately caught the splash of chaotic color ruining the pristine floor.
Discarded unceremoniously near the base of the sinks was Leah’s outfit.
The wildly expensive, custom-tailored designer pieces she had been wearing earlier in the commercial district were crumpled into a careless pile.
A silk top worth more than a standard car, a pair of tailored shorts, and delicate undergarments were just dumped on the cold stone.
It was a visual reminder of the jealousy that had driven her to strip them off in favor of his laundry just to compete with Isabella.
’She’s really cute...’
Wren stepped over the discarded thousands with his gaze snapping upward to lock onto Zoe. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
She was backed up against the far edge of the vanity counter, gripping the edge of the marble with her free hand.
In the harsh lighting, she looked incredibly small and nervous. Zoe aggressively ran a hand through her choppy pink hair, messing up the strands with her eyes darting everywhere but his face.
Wren leaned back against the heavy wooden doorframe.
He crossed his arms over his chest as the muscles in his biceps flexed slightly under the tension.
He didn’t say a word... He just stared at her, demanding answers with his silence...
Zoe cracked first.
"Okay, look," she blurted out. "I know how this looks but I can explain."
"I’m listening," Wren said and Zoe swallowed hard with her throat bobbing.
She looked down at the smartphone still clutched in her hand. "I... initially, I sneaked into your room usually because I wanted blackmail material. I wanted to catch you doing something stupid so I could make Mom kick you out."
Wren’s expression didn’t change. "Taking pictures of my feet doesn’t exactly scream ’reputation-destroying scandal’, Zoe... also usually?"
"I know!" she hissed, her face flushing red again. "That was the original plan. But then... I had a brilliant idea. I realized something. Why ruin you when I could monetize you?"
Wren uncrossed his arms, dropping them to his sides. He tilted his head, genuinely trying to parse the lunacy of the statement. "Monetize me?"
"Yes," Zoe insisted, her tone shifting from terrified to defensive.
The spark of the hustle was reigniting in her eyes. "Instead of blackmail, why not open a Fansly account? The market for niche content is massive... People pay ridiculous amounts of money for the most specific things..."
Wren pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as a fresh wave of exhaustion washed over him.
A headache threatened to form behind his eyes.
"Zoe," Wren sighed, his voice adopting the weary feeling of a disappointed parent. "You broke into my room in the middle of the night, bypassed the lock, and tried to secretly photograph my body parts. Did it ever occur to you to ask for permission before attempting to commodify me?"
"If I asked, you would have said no!" Zoe groaned, defending herself loudly. "You’re too stuck up for this kind of thing! But it was a foolproof plan!"
She took a bold step forward, closing the distance between them, and aggressively shoved the glowing screen of her smartphone directly into his face.
"It’s doing incredibly well," Zoe stated with a smug grin. "Look."
Wren leaned his head back slightly to focus on the bright screen. The digital interface was sleek and undeniably real.
[Fansly Dashboard - Creator: Z_Pink]
[Current Members: 400 - Tier: Platinum]
[Earnings: 400,000 Credits]
Wren blinked.
The harsh white light of the vanity mirror reflected off his eyes, but the numbers on the screen remained unchanged. He stared at the six figures with his usual stoic composure fracturing.
"Huh?" Wren said out loud.
