You’re Human

"I understand how everyone's perspective of you changes when they realize who you are. Hell, some people even know me. I can only imagine how much worse it is for you. As a friend, I want you to stay happy and be with someone normal, but the manager in me knows that it's not possible for you to feel that way about a commoner. You are just not compatible. Do you understand what I mean?" His voice was earnest and it hurt Cage more than he would like to admit.

"I understand where you are coming from. I will eventually have to her, but for now I will remain the faceless Ray whose company she enjoys. Talking to her about my problems without the fear of bias is so refreshing." He sighed. "To think revealing my identity will take that away."

"I don't think you should reveal your identity, then. Give her a piece of you as I can see that you truly care about her, but I can't allow you to get entangled in a web you can't get out of when the media comes after your ass."

"Thank you for listening to my side of the story as a friend would. It means a lot to me." Cage looked at his manager with a guilty expression. "I should have told you before about her so that you could warn me. I am in too deep."

"It happens," Stephen assured him. "You're human. And you pay me big bucks to make sure your name remains unstained. I need to earn my money, too." He winked, making Cage smile slightly.

"Now go reply to the girl," he urged.

[I am out of words. I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. I was not alone when I saw the picture and got terribly possessive over you when my friend asked for a copy of your picture. I wanted to gut him. First of all, I want to say that you are beautiful. Prettier than I had imagined and let me tell you, I have a very prolific imagination. I know you know that from my explicit fantasies.]

He was so upset that he hadn't seen her message in private. Now Stephen had an image of her in his head. He ground his teeth. He didn't want strangers to see pictures of her. They were only meant for his eyes.

[I am glad you didn't send any explicit pictures. I don't think I would want you to send those to a random guy on the internet.]

'Even though that random guy is me. Do you see how protective I am of you?'

[Now for the pervert in me… you blew my mind. I haven't blown my load yet, though. I will soon.]

Oh, he would. There was no other way.

[Were you trying to kill me? Maybe you should have sent smaller sections of your body than throwing the full body image at me. Don't mind me. I love that you made my fantasy come true. Who the hell took those pictures? They are amazing!]

He sent off the reply and it hadn't been two minutes before the reply came.

[Rinten: It was my roommate. She is a professional photographer. She helped me out with the pictures.]

No wonder they were so good and on theme. She had her pro friend get those for her. She really treated him well.

[RayKon53: Glad to hear it was a female who took those pictures. I don't think I would survive if it were a man. I owe your friend one. She has definitely made my shitty day better.]

[Rinten: How shitty is your day? Anything I can do to help you out?]

[RayKon53: You've already done your part, love. I can't imagine you doing anything else or I will come in front of my team. You wouldn't want that, would you?]

He looked up to see if anyone was looking at him. Thank god no one was looking at him at the moment, they were all discussing ways they could alleviate the pressure on them.

[Rinten: What if I did want you to come in front of them?]

[RayKon53: Baby, don't do this. I need to get away from them. Believe me when I say that my hand will be on my cock in 0.1 seconds when I am alone. That's how affected I am in the moment.]

[Rinten: Are you alone?]

He walked to his room and closed the door behind him.

[RayKon53: All alone and palming myself.] He wrote. He chuckled as he saw that she was typing something. She was eager, he could see that.

[Rinten: Take out your cock from your pants and stroke it. Would you like a hand?]

[RayKon53: It's hard to type and think about you at the same time. Fuck.]

[Rinten: Then imagine me spread out for you, waiting for you to come. I can't wait.]

[RayKon53: Fuck, love.]

It was ten minutes before Cage was done with his business and sitting on his bed with a goofy smile on his face.

"Cage!" he heard his assistant call from outside.

"What is it?" he called out, irritated.

"Emergency. Something happened." Cage sighed, knowing it was something else to do with Keira again.

[RayKon53: Emergency meeting. Gotta go. Don't know when I will be able to contact you.]

And his words were true. Keira had posted a picture of them together. Some friend of hers had accused Cage of hacking. Their team went on lockdown and all correspondents with Cage were stopped or thoroughly monitored. In this situation, Cage couldn't contact his Katherine for three more months.

For them, he wondered if she remembered him. The maximum he could send was a hi, a hello, or saying good night. Nothing else. Their friendship progressed with her sending him worried texts and him being able to reply in single words.

[RayKon53: Monitored. Can't say.] He told the last time. He must have worried her, but there was nothing he could do.

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