Page 10 of Pucking Them
As D’Angelo’s PA, Eden has been screening his social media since our announcement, and we have both been blocking the tirade of hate.
And the death threats.
CHAPTER TWO
Freedom Mansion
Robyn
I smile,attempting to look like I’m thinking about fun things like the custom-made knotted dildo that I ordered yesterday, rather than the death threats on my phone.
Although, it doesn’t help because some of those death threats also involve creative uses of dildos.
Better not to share that with D’Angelo, especially the one that included the glow-in-the-dark monster toy…
The security team are logging each of the threats. They don’t believe that they’re serious, however, more like a venting of rage and disappointment.
I hope that they’re right.
The press has been misogynistically fascinated by the coach’s daughter with a harem of famous male lovers, while thesuperfans are more focused on D’Angelo’sabandonmentof them by choosing both a male and female lover.
To them, the team are property who shouldn’t spoil their fantasy love.
To my surprise, I taste a strawberry, which is being pushed against my lips, and obediently open my lips.
I happily munch down, chasing its sweet flavor. The sun is warm against my face.
I smile.
“That’s better. I love to see your smile. Fucking beautiful.” D’Angelo leans his forehead against mine. I suck the last traces of juice off his fingers, doing the best job that I can for him. “Feeling better now?”
Finally, I release his fingers. “Yeah, thanks.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
I hesitate.
We promised not to hide things from each other.
This is hard. I’m not used to living like this.
“Just the superfans being jerks about our relationship,” I admit. “Eden and I are dealing with it, however, because that’s what we’re paid to do. The security team, as well as Dad, know about it. They’re on high alert. Extra staff have been hired. Nothing is triggering any kind of alarm amongst security. It’s just delusional people freaking out that you’re happy.”
D’Angelo’s eyes close for a long moment.
I soothe my hand over his strong back.
“I’m sorry,” he says, quietly.
“It’s not your fault.”
“But you’re caught in the middle of this, cara mia.”
“I’m not sure if you’ve missed it, but that’s where I love to be.”
When D’Angelo’s intense blue eyes snap open, I am lost in their depths. “The press…these people trying to control what wedo or who we love… they don’t know our real life. I’m going to prove to you that beingpucked by usis worth every fucking headline. Let those parasites speculate. It can’t touch us.”
“But can it touch Shay? He’s at the start of his career. He has nothing…no money. What if his sponsors drop him?”
