GETO ADJUSTED THE BLACK TIE around his neck as he glanced at his appearance in the rearview mirror of his car. He had a meeting with one of the developers and soon-to-be heir of CAMPOP; her name was Jules Choi. Either he, Gojo, or Choso could have attended the meeting due to their prevalent accounts based in Japan. However, since rising back up in the top 3 quickly, the young woman wanted to see him. He grabbed a scrunchie from the cup holder in his car and tugged his black strands of hair back out of his face. Stepping out of the vehicle, and eventually makes his way inside the restaurant. His hands were pushing into the pockets of black slacks he wore. He never understood why he had to dress up so formally for tonight's meeting, especially giving they usually meet at a cafe. However, when his eyes scanned the luxurious-looking restaurant, he understood. Approaching the host stand, the young man stared at him.

"I'm here with Jules Choi," he commented as he glanced at them. The host quickly scanned the folder in front of them before grabbing two menus and motioning Geto to follow them. "Ms. Choi wanted us to tell you that she'll be a couple of minutes late due to traffic. Your server will be over in one minute."

Geto's lips formed a straight line before tugging his phone out of his pocket. It didn't shock him that she was late. She probably wasn't even late because of traffic. Jules was notorious for sleeping with a lot of the cam workers, which was against the rules. But who was going to stop the possible heir to the company? No one. 

Geto stared at the message that he sent BVBYGRL007. She still hasn't responded to him. Hell, she hasn't even streamed a show in a while. Maybe his question came off a little too straightforward. He didn't even introduce himself. The man was beginning to overthink the situation. What if she only said those words about him to gain viewership? Or Extra cam coins. He let out a sigh as his server was pouring water into his glass. He firmly thanked them as his eyes landed on a familiar woman at the host stand. His eyebrows were scrunching together as he tried to get a clear view of the woman standing next to this large man. This man had his hands placed on her lower back as they were led to a table not too far from where Geto was sitting. It was [Y/N].

He picked up the menu to block himself from being seen. He could see that [Y/N] was facing the direction of him, while the man she was with had his back from Geto.

Was she on a date? They looked pretty close.

He wasn't sure why he was so worried. The two of them just casually bump into each other in a mini-mart next to their apartment complex, eat cheap ramen outside, have a small conversation, and go their separate ways. He didn't even have the woman's number after all. So why was he avoiding being seen by her?

"Hiding from one of your ex-flings?"

He peeked up from the menu seeing Jules. She chuckles at the young man before sliding into the seat across from him. Her freshly shined Louis Vuitton red bottoms clicked at every step she took. She picked up the menu eyeing the wine section.

"How have you been, Geto?" She questioned, her sharp hazel-colored eyes never left the menu. Her tone was leaking with sex appeal and dominance.

"Good and yourself?" Geto questioned. He fiddled with his thumbs, which was a nervous habit of his.

"Wonderful! Now that you're back on top, you finally overcame that woman," Jules said as the waiter approach them.

Geto opened his mouth to speak, but no words leaked out his mouth. The way she referred to BVBYGRL007 didn't sit right in his mind.

"I'll have a glass of your most expensive wine and start me off with your appetizer special for tonight," Jules gave the young woman a smile that could kill. Leaving the young woman flustered as she scribbled Jules's order on her booklet.

"I'm fine with just water," Geto answered as he went back to look at the menu once more. He had no appetite to eat, especially with Jules.

Once the waiter left, she had leaned forward. Her hands folded on the table, "Back to what I was saying, congrats on becoming number one again."

"Thanks." He said, sipping at his water.

"I was waiting for one of my favorite cam boys to pass her. I thought you two were losing your mojo," Jules answered.

Geto let out a chuckle, "You know that'll never happen."

"Good because I don't want that woman back at the number one ranking again," Jules bluntly admitted. She leaned back in her seat.

"What? Why?" Geto questioned. The waiter placed a wine glass in front of Jules as the waiter pulled her wine in her glass and left again.

Jules brought the glass of dark red wine up to her nose, inhaling the bitter scent of the vintage alcoholic liquid. She took a sip of it, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips afterward.

"It just doesn't go with the brand we're trying to go for in the future. Cam work is already women-dominated on other cam websites. We would prefer if ours were male-dominated, just so we can stand out," Jules explained.

"If that's the case. You should have just made CAMPOP only accept male cam workers," Geto responded.

Jules chuckles at his statement. She liked Geto. He was attractive, his body sculpted like an ancient Japanese samurai, and he was a challenge. Many cam boys kneeled to her feet, but she just couldn't get to Geto. "Well, my father had a hard-on for young cam girls. So obviously, he wanted to include them," Jules says.

Geto let out a sigh. He didn't want to mention that he already asked BVBYGRL007 if she wanted to collab with him. Jules probably get upset with him since that could boost them to the top and she only wanted Geto at the top. "Well, I'll see what I can do," he said.

Perhaps he could stream more, do one-on-one calls, and private message his subscribers more to ensure his number one ranking would stay afloat.  He didn't want to be on Jules's bad side.

"Good," Jules said as the waiter placed the plate of appetizers in front of her. She thanked the waiter and grabbed her chopsticks. "You know, that woman still has yet met up with me despite my assistant emailing her." Jules popped a vegetarian potsticker in her mouth. "We talked over the phone, though."

Geto's eyebrows raised at her. Many cam workers in Japan always met up with Jules so that she could make sure that they were comfortable doing what they do and sign a couple of contracts and NDA forms.

"So, do you even know what she looks like?" Geto asked.

"I do from her I.D picture she had to submit to prove her age, but any other updated pictures..no," Jules says, taking a sip of her drink once more.

"She's based in Japan, though, if that helps."

"I know that already, idiot," Jules says. She rolls her eyes before speaking once more. "Anyway, I enjoyed your last stream."

Geto rubbed at the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks burning a crimson color in embarrassment. "Thanks. I wanted to try something new," he says.

"Well, it obviously worked," Jules smirks.

Geto could feel the woman rubbing her foot up and down his calves under the table. As his hands loosened up the royal dark-colored tie that was around his neck, he had glanced up uncomfortably, and he made eye contact with [Y/N]. It was as if she was trying to figure out if it was actually him sitting at the table. The man that was at the table with her no longer was sitting at the table. She gave him a sly wave which he returned just in time for the man that was once sitting in front of her to return to his seat. Which he caught onto the wave, causing him to glance at the table both Jules and Geto sat at.

Geto met the harsh glare from the man that had a scar near the corner of his mouth. He looked much older than [Y/N] also. As Geto broke the glance to pay attention to what Jules was rambling about.

"You know them?" Jules motioned to the table.

"Just the girl," He answered truthfully.

The waitress returned to get their orders. He handed her the menus, and she walked away to put the orders in. He once again felt Jules foot rubbing at his legs, "Stop it." Geto leaned over to whisper.

"What?"

"Doing that." He had swatted her foot away from his legs. He just wanted this dinner to be over with, and if all she wanted to do was congratulate him for being back at #1, she simply could have done that over the phone. He now was wondering what the hell she wanted. He was sure she didn't bring him all the way down here to eat expensive steak and fancy cuisines.

"Why did you call me down here? Because at this point, we're just sitting here fiddling our thumbs." Geto says.

Jules rolls her eyes, her lips drinking from her second glass of wine. Once again remembering how hard it was to get to this man. He was like a steel door that wouldn't pry open at all. Jules wanted him, and her flirtatious foot play didn't even work on him. Perhaps it was another girl in the picture and that was why he was such a hard cookie to break. Her curious mind look backed to get a glance at the woman he waved at. She couldn't even see what she looked like due to her date huge figure blocking the view.

Just in time, Jules and Geto's dinner arrived. Geto had lost his appetite once Jules started rubbing her foot against his leg. He would thank the server and just begin to pick at his food.

"Is everything okay? Do you guys need another refill?" The waiter questioned.

"Yes, just give me the full bottle of that wine I'm drinking," Jules says, causing Geto to look up from his steak dinner.

"You don't need anything else to drink. You know how you get when you have too much."

Jules hazel-colored eyes stare at him in the face, her red lipstick-covered lips forming an innocent smile. A smile Geto had seen a little too much when she was about to do something reckless.

"And that table over there put their tab on my card. Also, be sure to let them know we paid for it." Jules smiled at the waiter, and they would only nod before walking away.

Geto sunk in his seat. His hand going to grab the water he was drinking to take a nervous sip. The awkward dinner with Jules continued, the two of them wrapping up as Jules's words slowly became a slurring mess.

"You know Geto? I'm going to be honest with you. I want you." Jules drunkenly slurred.

"You're drunk Jules, that's the alcohol speaking," Geto says as the waiter placed their tab on the table.

"No, I'm not drunk. I said what I said." Jules adds, a hiccuping escaping from her before she continued to speak. "I can have any cam worker in this company, but it seems like you're going to be a challenge. Is it because of her?" She points to [Y/N]'s table.

Geto's eyes looked over and saw that [Y/N] and the guy she was with were also wrapping up their dinner. Jules's fingers dropped to her side as she went to grab her wine glass that still had some of the intoxicating liquid in it. Geto would grab the glass before her, placing it on his side of the table.

"Or is it because of that BVBYGRL007 chick?" Jules questioned.

Geto opens his mouth to speak, but he had noticed a duo had joined the table. When he glanced up and saw [Y/N], he would give her a nervous smile. Her eyes darting between Geto and the drunken women. But when Jules lifted her head off the clothes table and saw [Y/N], the stare down the two had was tensioned filled. Geto noticed that both women's jaws clenched tightly at the sight of each other.

That's weird.

"We just wanted to thank you two for paying for our tab. [Y/N] mentioned knowing one of you," The man spoke, his hand once again placed on her lower back as if he was protecting her, claiming her.

[Y/N] forced a smile, nodding in agreement. Something was off about her, and Geto needed to know why. Was it because of Jules, or was it because of her date?

"You look so familiar? You know what you look like this cam work-"

Geto cut Jules's words off, signing her name on the tab. He respectfully bowed at the duo in front of him after pushing himself out of the seat. "It's no problem, [Y/N]'s a friend of mine." He said he would pick up Jules's purse, grabbing hold of her hand and dragging her out of the restaurant.

The fast pace walk to the parking lot towards her driver was filled with profanity slipping out Geto's lips. As he let go of her hand opening the door for her to get in the car, which the dark-haired woman didn't even do. Her eyes were droopy as ever as she was taking off her expensive red bottom shoes. Throwing them in the back seat of the expensive SUV. Her driver sitting in the front, looking nervous as ever at the drunken sight of the woman.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Jules questioned. "Are you ashamed of your line of work? Are you ashamed of me?"

"Jules, you're drunk right now. You out here admitting you want me and telling people they look like fucking cam workers!" Geto yelled. He let out a sigh, trying to regain his composure. "Please just get in the car."

Jules stared at him. She had stepped forward to him. Her fingers linger on his chest, which he stopped her. A gasp escaping her lips, "Geto, you must don't know. I'm the heir of the company. If I want you...I'm going to get you. I don't care if that bitch in the restaurant is in the picture or if you're in cahoots with that BVBYGRL007 woman." She shrieked with anger. Her nostrils flaring up, and her face was turning as red as the wine she indulged during dinner.

She opened her mouth to say something else, remembering the woman's face before shaking her head and climbing into the car. She slammed the door shut, demanding her driver to pull away with quickness. Leaving Geto there with his own thoughts as he walked towards his car. As he was walking, he could see [Y/N] standing outside the restaurant. The man she was with was tugging off his jacket to the expensive suit he wore to place it over your shoulders. Why did Geto feel this pit of jealousy in his stomach staring at the sight of that? Brushing the feeling off as he hopped in the car and made his way home.

When he made it back home, he had just walked into the lobby of his apartment complex. His tie was off his neck, and he had unbuttoned a couple of buttons from his white button-down shirt. Jules's drunken advances and harsh words as he was helping her to the car made him feel sick inside. Also, the fact that [Y/N] and that guy approached their table too because of Jules. He noticed the look Jules gave [Y/N], and he didn't like it. He noticed how both of their bodies stiffened at the sight of each other. However, Geto just brushed it off as two women eyeing the competition of each other. He felt it completely bizarre that Jules thought she could get what she wants simply because of who she was within the CAMPOP company.

"Definitely have to tell Gojo about tonight," Geto mumbled to himself as his finger jammed at the elevator button to come down.

"Geto!"

He glanced to his right, seeing [Y/N] jogging up to him. Her black strapped heels were in her hand as she caught up to him. She gave him a smile which he returned. "I was so shocked seeing you at the restaurant. I didn't want to second guess myself since I wasn't sure it was you." She explained just as the elevator doors slid open. "Thanks again for paying."

Geto let her step in first, and he followed. The tight-fitted black dress hugged her figure so perfectly that Geto couldn't help but stare. He leaned against the elevator wall as she pressed their floor button.

"Were you on a date?" She questioned.

"Were you?" Geto asked.

Silence filled the elevator before she started talking once more, "Yes, but it was so bad. His phone kept going off during the date. He excused himself the majority of the time to take a call." She admitted, her fingers fiddling with the end of the dress she wore.

"He looked like a businessman. Maybe it was for work," Geto assured, attempting to hide his jealousy. A man managed to get a date with [Y/N] and had the audacity to be on his phone the majority of it.

"I thought that at first, but he's always off work on Fridays and usually sends calls about work to his assistant," [Y/N] explained. She shrugged her shoulders as if she let the situation get swept under the rug. "Your turn." She said as they both stepped out of the elevator to walk towards her apartment.

Ever since their late-night store run-ins with each other, he had made it a habit to walk her to her apartment to ensure her safety.

"It wasn't a date, more like a business meeting for my job." He said as he shoved his hands into the pockets of the freshly tailored dress pants he wore. His hair that was once pulled back into a ponytail was now let down and traveling freely past his shoulders, the black scrunchie now on his wrist.

"You looked extremely uncomfortable," [Y/N] pointed out. "Must have been an awkward meeting. You left in such a hurry." She said as she looked at him as they walked down the hall.

"Something like that, she had a little too much to drink, and she gets a bit reckless," Geto explained as he stopped at her door.

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow at him. She wanted to ponder the situation. However, she wanted to respect his boundaries. If he wanted to tell her more, he would.

She had put the PIN to unlock her door, he went to leave, but her question took Geto by shock.

"Want to come in?"