VIVIANE

I've unpacked almost everything from my suitcases. The sexy outfits that I use for the cam sessions are hiding behind my usual clothes so no one can find them easily.

When I lived alone, I had clothes lying around everywhere, but now that I'm sharing the apartment with two other boys, I would have to be careful with it. Hiding my cam-girl identity is a strict rule I'm going to have to follow in this house.

I pull out all the sex toys that I have and put it inside a box that goes into a perfect hiding spot. I'm about to arrange my dresser when my phone vibrates with a text. Thinking it is my brother checking on me, I take it.

The text is from one of my clients.

And he's not just any client. This man has been spending money on me for the past three months now, and he hasn't stopped. I don't know his real name, but he's called Clover on the website. My stage name as a cam-girl is Angel Love, and that's the only name I've given him.

In the past three months that I've known this guy, we've come really close. He's told me some of his deepest fears and I've shared some of my secrets as well. I know it isn't healthy to talk to a complete stranger, and god forbid if he turns out to be some kind of creepy stalker than I was to blame for putting myself in this unsavory situation.

But Clover doesn't strike me as a psychotic type. He's friendly and knows how to remain within his boundaries.

I also feel he's a bit lonely, so I humor him and chat with him on a regular basis. Sometimes he would invite me for a private phone call, which would include taking off my shirt or a virtual lap dance, which is okay because I wear a mask for all my sessions. It's kind of ridiculous talking to him without a shirt on, but he pays me a lot of money, so I do things to please him. Sometimes, it's a bit strange because he hides himself behind the camera, so I have no idea what he looks like, but I'm hoping he's twenty-two like he says he is.

His voice, though, it's like melted butter on a skillet. He uses some app to make him sound different, but I can tell he's got a deep voice.

Clover: How was your day?

Angel: It was good. Just moved into a new place. How was yours?

Clover: Not good without talking to you.

Angel: Charming as ever, aren't you?

Clover: Only for you.

Clover: Can you come on video?

Angel: I can't right now :( I'm sorry. How about at night if you're free?

Clover: Sure.

Angel: Also, I just wanted to say thank you for all the tips. You're amazing and genuinely sweet, which is so hard to come across these days ❤️

Clover: Do you really mean that?

Angel: Yes, I'm being honest.

Clover: or do you say the same thing to your other clients as well? lol

Angel: Nope. I don't even reply to their comments. You're the only one I talk to because I think we are genuine friends.

Clover: I'm honored ❤️

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AIDEN

I know it's not a healthy addiction, but I can't seem to stop talking to this cam-girl that I've met three months ago. Her name is Angel Love. She's sweet, listens to me attentively, and she's amusing, which is more than what I can say about my ex-girlfriends. I know it's part of her cam-girl persona, but something makes me think she's real.

Whenever I tell myself I should stop, I keep going back to her for more. Just talking to her makes me feel better sometimes. It could be a test that I didn't do well on, or a game I'd lost. Angel always had the right words for me.

I know she needs the money, and who knows if she's actually a sweet person in real life, but I like to live with the delusion that she's what I see on camera.

I also know the fact that she's struggling financially. She hasn't told me the details, but I've caught that from our conversation.

Even if I tell myself that she's only after my money, I can't stop talking to her. It's probably a phase that I'm going to move on from. Maybe all I need is some time and I'm going to figure that out soon.

Since yesterday, though, I've been distracted by a girl who's moved into my apartment. She's the step-sister of my friend Daniel so she should be off-limits but when I saw her strutting into my apartment, swaying her cute little butt and flashing me that smile, my insides turned to fucking mush, and I could hear the angels surrounding me playing harp or some shit.

Daniel told me his sister was nice and sweet. What he didn't tell me was that she was fucking gorgeous.

Of course, he wouldn't think she was gorgeous. That would be gross, the same way I thought my sister resembled a female giraffe.

I was in a biology class, and the professor droned on about stuff that wasn't interesting. After the class was over, I picked up my books and left the hall. I needed to remind Finn that I would be home late because I had practice.

Finn answered the phone on the first ring, "Hey bud, listen, I won't be home until late tonight, and Viviane told me she's got a new job or something, so she won't be home either. You're on your own."

"Who's Viviane? Your new hookup?"

"Daniel's step-sister Viviane, dude, are you still high or something? Didn't I mention she was supposed to come live with us?"

There was silence for an entire minute.

"You told me that? I don't even remember. You must have told Chonk."

I look heavenward. That was the problem with Finn. Sometimes he was too carefree and didn't even recall a whole-ass conversation because he was too busy thinking about something else totally unrelated.

I sighed. "Anyway, you better keep your eyes and ears wide open when I'm telling you this. She's going to be our roommate from now on."

"Until when is she living with us?"

"Until the unforeseen future. I gave her the guest bedroom, and she's gonna use the bathroom in the hallway, so make sure you give her enough space to put her stuff there."

"Okay, is that your polite way of asking me to remove my toiletries from that bathroom?"

"Yup, girls got tons of stuff, shampoo, bodywash, serums, hair masks, tampons, etc. so I'm sure she's gonna need those shelves."

"Suddenly you're sounding like a female toiletry expert."

I ignore him. "Let's stay out of her way and not cause her trouble,"

He laughs, "Look who's talking. You're the troublemaker, not me."

"And we're not gonna have as many parties on weekends as we used to."

"Oh man, come on." He whines on the other end. I was already anticipating it. "You're not changing our entire lifestyle for this new girl."

"Dan told me she only got the weekends to study, and she's juggling two jobs with college. It's gotta be hard, you know. Her parents don't pay for stuff like ours does."

That shuts him up. "I guess it can't be helped."

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VIVIANE

My first day at work is great. Working as a waitress isn't really an easy job, but I need the tips so it's great. The owner of the café is a nice man and tells I can leave early this evening.

I get in the car and turn the key to the ignition. There's a text from Aiden on my phone. It's Finn's number on it.

Aiden: You can use Finn's number for emergencies. I'll be home late tonight because I've got practice, so I'll see you tomorrow morning. Just text me if you need anything.

Me: Thanks, and sure!

I'm really happy tonight. Everything seems to work out for me. I pick up a box of donuts that I plan to devour while I'm studying. I get some extra so I can share with the boys if they are around. I need to lessen my sugar intake. Somehow, my brain understands this, but my heart doesn't.

I use the spare key Aiden gave me to open the door. I walk into the living area and instantly regret my decision.

There's a huge blond guy buck naked; he's moving in and out of a girl who's flat against the counter. I have a full view of very round ass thrusting into the girl. She moans, which is followed a groan from him, but he doesn't stop and I can't stop staring.

I take a step back, then another, then I hit against a plant which makes a crashing noise and that has his attention.

He slowly turns around and I'm met with a set of piercing silver eyes.

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