When Fangirls Lie by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online

from Korea was just starting to be really famous, with their latest single reaching the Top 10 in the US and UK.

    In the act of asking another question, Staffan stiffened in incredulous shock when he heard what Saffi and the other woman was talking about. Did she just say she was a fucking groupie for a boy band?

    Saffi felt a little proud of herself when the other woman looked at her with respect. Maybe it was because Celsius was known to be really choosy. She had heard something like that about the group from other fangirls.

    “You must be really good. I heard they only do girls able to take them at the same time.”

    Saffi tried not to choke.

    Staffan wanted to wring her neck. This night just kept getting crazier and crazier. Didn’t she know how news traveled lightning fast among Gs? And didn’t she know that he had a rule---

    The other woman turned to Staffan. “You have to kick her out. She’s not exclusive.”

    Saffi gasped, realizing why the other woman kept asking her all those questions. It had been a setup! She stammered, “I am exclusive! What I, umm, did with Celsius was so long ago. It’s over between us. They, umm, begged me to go with them in their UK tour but I said I wanted to be with Staffan Aehrenthal this time.”

    Silence followed her outburst, and if she had to describe it with one word it would be… delusional. Like they thought Saffi was delusional.

    “ Hallucinating halibut,” she whispered under her breath unconsciously, horrified at how she had let her mouth run off.

    Four heads swung towards her.

    Realizing what they had heard her say, Saffi turned deep red and bit her lip very hard so she wouldn’t say anything else accidentally.

    For the first time in his life, Staffan was torn between enjoying the most painful erection in his life – and laughing out loud because of the sheer craziness of the things that came out of Saffi March’s lovely mouth.

    Coughing, Staffan said, “Let’s get on, shall we?” He got to his feet, aware of how all their eyes devoured him. All he cared about was how Saffi was doing her best not to stare. It was an epic fail, though, since her eyes were wide, her face was incredibly expressive, and her lips were parted in shock.

    Saffi couldn’t keep her gaze off Staffan as he walked towards them. Oh, oh, dear---every step he took was so sexy. He definitely deserved to be Sweden’s #1 Sex God. Wait – no – he deserved more. He should be the #1 Sex God in the whole wide---

    “Choose one part of me to kiss.”

    She gasped, stunned at his words, and even more stunned at the speed to which the other women responded. The woman next to her – Saffi would forever remember her as The Traitor, may she be roasted by the fires of fangirl hell for all eternity –immediately fell to her knees.

    Saffi gnashed her teeth when The Traitor placed a lingering kiss on Staffan’s cock, which was large and straining.

    Not to be outdone, the petite woman in a tank top and denim shorts standing farthest from Saffi shoved The Traitor away with her hips, tiptoeing to take Staffan’s lips for a kiss. Not a few seconds had passed when the third woman – in a red sleeveless dress and mules – grabbed the second woman by the hair, pulling her away so she can lick Staffan’s ear and bite it.

    Staffan allowed a moment to pass by before firmly pushing away the woman trying to eat his ear.

    Slowly, he let his gaze meet hers.

    They realized one thing at the same time.

    She was turned on.

    The realization blew Staffan’s mind. He rasped out, “How about you---” He let his voice trail off, waiting for her to say her name so he could let her know that he remembered her.

    About to reveal her true name, Saffi stopped herself in time and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’m…Horny?”

    Staffan choked in surprise even as the other women tittered.

    Saffi lifted her chin even though she was already mentally killing herself for the seventh time.