The mood on the bus back from Geelong was sour. The Hammers had just taken another loss—a nasty one. Derek was sitting in the back with his headphones on. Psycho was in the next row, head down, eyes red. He’d missed an easy goal before half-time and he wasn’t at the stage of his career where he could brush it off.

Willow wanted to comfort his friends, but Coach Murphy was in the worst mood he’d ever seen. If he even heard his voice, there was a chance he’d kick him off the bus. So, he sat in his seat and focused on something he could control. After making sure no one was looking, he opened OnlyFans. Jenna had uploaded a new photo. She was kneeling on her bed in a pink bra and thong. Biting back a groan, Willow scrolled down and posted a comment.

Fuck, you’re a keeper.

Sometimes she liked his replies right away. Not this time. Scrolling, he read the other comments.

You’re soo sexy, jenna.

I want 2 marry you.

$1000 for feet. Show feet.

Willow’s insides twisted with jealousy. Who were these assholes? And why couldn’t Jenna see he wasn’t as useless as they were? Why wouldn’t she answer his DM’s about meeting up? He revisited her other pictures; images he knew so well he could have drawn them from memory. Jenna sucking a lollypop. Jenna on her back in black latex and a collar. Where she got all this costume shit from, Willow had no idea. He didn’t care. He’d beat off to the photos so many times, he should be blind. His phone blipped.

Jenna has hearted your message.

The notification was like a shock from a car battery. She was talking to him. He scrolled upward and sent her a digital gift of fifty bucks. His phone buzzed again.

Thanks, sexy! Love you.

Jenna xx

It was an automated message. He’d gotten the same one the last time he sent her money. His chest grew tight. He was fucking pathetic, waiting around for some cam-girl to notice him. The idea made him hard enough to split wood. He sent a reply.

Meet me for a drink tonight and I’ll give you anything you want.

The message swooshed away, and Willow leaned back in his seat. Eden was killing him. She was draining the life out of him, crushing it, and snorting it like coke. This was his fantasy, his ugly, twisted, batshit fantasy, and she was making it come true in ways he hadn’t thought possible.