My Online Boyfriend Is The Superstar Who Hates Me

The new A-list actor, Asher Flynn, publicly called me out, slamming me for being shameless and chasing clout.
The trending topics exploded for three days straight. My DMs were flooded with mock funeral wreaths sent by his fans.
I was being cyberbullied to the point of wanting to delete all my accounts and quit the industry.
I was just about to find my online boyfriend to cry to.
But before I could even type, he sent me a screenshot, followed by a whiny, self-pitying voice note.
Babe, some D-list actress is trying to score points with me! Im furious!
My hands trembled as I clicked on the screenshot.
There, in stark white text, was Asher Flynns comment tearing me down: @Rowanstay in your lane. Youre sickening to look at.
Wait. No. The gentle, attentive online boyfriend who tucked me in every night...
Was actually the A-list actor, Asher Flynn?
This relationship just hit a dead end.
1
Ashers messages kept flooding in.
Babe, why arent you answering me?
Did you see that trending topic, too? Dont believe it for a second. I have absolutely nothing to do with that Rowan girl.
Her profile picture is clearly a rip-off of yours, a cheap knock-off. Ugly people always try too hard.
If my manager hadn't stopped me, I wouldve sent two more tweets to knock some sense into her.
My fingertips went numb looking at the relentless stream of messages.
Ten minutes ago, I was sobbing hysterically because of Ashers tweet.
He said I was desperate for attention, that I was calculating, and that just seeing me made his stomach turn.
The entire internet was laughing at me; his fans had cursed my ancestors.
I had even drafted my retirement statement, planning to move back home and sell artisan coffee from a food truck.
And now, the man who caused all this mess was using a pink-and-blue teddy bear couples avatar and texting me, begging for affection.
Babe?
He sent another voice note, his voice deep, gravelly, and laced with a pathetic neediness. Dont be mad, I only slammed her to prove my loyalty to you.
Proving his loyalty by tearing me to shreds?
I took a deep breath, my fingers shaking as I typed: Im not angry.
Asher replied instantly: Thank God! You scared me. I thought you misunderstood that I had something going on with that flop. That kind of woman? I wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole.
I looked at my reflection in the mirroreyes red, hair a mess.
Babe, I have to film a reality show tomorrow. Its going to be busy, so I wont be able to reply right away.
And that Rowan girl is apparently going to be there, too. Seriously bad luck. Dont worry, babe, I promise to stay miles away from her tomorrow. She wont get a single drop of my limelight!
Asher sent another heads-up.
But tomorrow?
Wasn't that the day we were both scheduled to be on The Ultimate Challenge?
I had held onto a sliver of hope, thinking I might use the show as a chance to explain things to him, or maybe just apologize for the clout-chasing accusation.
Now, it looked like I was walking into a firing squad.
If he ever found out that the Babe he cooed to every night... was Rowan, the actress he publicly despised.
The image was too awful to contemplate.
He would likely feel betrayed, and his disgust for me would only intensify.
Okay, you do your thing.
I hit send, then flipped my phone face down on the table.
My manager, Brenda, pushed the door open, her face etched with worry. Rowan, are you still going to the set tomorrow? Asher Flynns team is putting out feelershe doesnt want any interaction with you. And the network will definitely play this up for ratings.
I gave a bitter laugh. The contract breach fee is three hundred grand. Can I afford that?
Brenda sighed. Right. Just keep a low profile tomorrow. Try to avoid him. Don't give him any more ammunition.
I doubted I could avoid him.
Brenda, I suddenly asked, if... and I mean if... I wanted to quit, could I pay the termination fee in installments?
Brendas eyes widened. Are you crazy? Because of this? Hey, being a villain is still being famous!
I didnt answer.
This wasnt about being famous, even if it was infamous.
This was about total, public humiliation.
If my identity was revealed tomorrow, my career in Hollywood was over.
Worse, Ashers fans might actually tear me to shreds.
I picked up my phone again and tapped on Ashers profile.
That pink-and-blue teddy bear avatar suddenly felt like a punch to the gut.
I had to end it.
But before the breakup, I needed to survive tomorrows show.
I could not let him recognize me.
As long as I denied everything, he would never know his Babe was me.
With a resolved mind, I locked down all my social media accounts and changed my profile picture to a solid black square.
Asher sent a stream of question marks: Babe, why the new picture?
I replied: Im in a bad mood. Ive gone dark.
He sent a big hug GIF: Who upset you? Tell me, Ill go rip them a new one!
I stared at the screen and forced a smile.
It was you who upset me.
Werent you cruel enough already?
2
On the set of the reality show.
I huddled in a corner, trying to shrink into invisibility.
Asher Flynn walked in, the center of attention. He looked impossibly handsome in a black outdoor jacket, the kind of man you couldn't tear your eyes from.
But the air pressure around him was freezing. His face clearly screamed, "Do not approach."
He walked right past me without stopping, not even sparing me a side-glance.
Sierra, the current It Girl and another female guestand, in Ashers fans minds, the only acceptable girlfriendsmiled sweetly at the sight of him.
Asher, long time no see, Sierra greeted him with a sugary voice, naturally shifting closer to him.
Asher gave a noncommittal grunt. His attitude wasnt exactly warm, but he didnt push her away either.
Sierra then turned to me, her face plastered with an impenetrable fake smile. Oh, look, isnt this Rowan? After yesterdays blow-up, I honestly thought youd be too embarrassed to show up today.
Her voice was just loud enough for everyone around to hear.
All eyes instantly pivoted to me.
I clenched the hem of my jacket. I signed a contract. Of course, Im here.
Right. Well, this might be your last time on a high-profile show like this, Sierra said, covering her mouth with a delicate laugh. You have to seize the chance to get as much screen time as possible.
I didnt take the bait.
The less I said, the better.
Asher suddenly spoke up. Whats with the small talk? Can we be professional?
Sierra instantly nodded submissively. Ashers right. Lets run through the notes.
She shot me a smug, victorious look.
I looked down, pretending to read the script.
But I couldn't process a single word.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
I sneakily pulled it out.
A text from Asher.
Babe, Im here. That Rowan girl is here too, of course. Annoying.
She tried to talk to me just now, but I totally ignored her.
You cant give people like that an inch. They just take advantage.
I was speechless.
Wait!
When did I try to talk to him?
He was the one who walked past me!
Did this man have two separate personalities?
High-and-mighty movie star in real life, petty, gossipy boyfriend in our texts?
I took a deep, steadying breath and replied: Mhm, you did the right thing.
Asher shot back instantly: I know, right? I have to keep my virtue safe. Besides you, I don't want anything to do with anyone else.
Reading that, my heart ached with a complicated mix of emotions.
If you ignored the reality, he was truly the perfect boyfriend.
But reality was staring me right in the face.
The director yelled into a megaphone: Places, everyone! Were going live! The first segment is drawing lots for teams!
My heart dropped.
Please, please, not with Asher Flynn.
Please, no.
But Murphys Law never fails.
When I pulled a red ball from the box, Asher was holding a red ball, too.
A dead silence fell over the stage.
The live comments were probably in a frenzy.
Sierras smile froze, quickly replaced by a pitying look directed at Asher. Asher, looks like you got the short straw.
Asher stared at the red ball in his hand, his brows tightly knitted.
He didnt even look at me. He just raised his hand and asked the director, Can we redraw?
The director awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mr. Flynn, were live... those are the rules.
Asher let out a cold laugh and tossed the red ball onto the table. Fine. Lets get this over with.
I stood there, so mortified I didnt know where to put my hands.
Sierra sidled up to me and lowered her voice. Rowan, if you had an ounce of self-respect, youd ask to drop out. Dont drag Asher down.
I looked up at her, my eyes filled with false hope.
Drop out? Will you cover the breach fee?
Sierra choked on her words, then glared at me fiercely. Clingy.
The light in my eyes dimmed.
Sigh. The teams were set; there was no changing it.
Asher walked up to me, looking down.
It was the first time he had truly looked me in the eye today.
Those beautiful eyes were devoid of warmth, filled instead with pure aversion.
Rowan, right?
Dont even think about pulling any stunts in this team. I won't fall for it.
And, stay away from me.
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me with only his cold back.
I stood rooted, watching him go, the image of my "perfect boyfriend" shattering piece by piece.
The phone in my pocket vibrated again.
Babe, Im so angry! Im teamed up with that disaster!
I definitely didnt check my horoscope today!
I swear Im not helping her in the game. Im going to let her look like a fool on her own!
Reading those two texts, I suddenly felt too drained to reply.
Asher Flynn.
Youre truly something else.
Since you hate me this much, I dont need to hold onto any more fantasies about you.
As soon as this show is over, were done.
3
The game was a three-legged race through an obstacle course.
The game required extreme coordination and physical contact.
The producers were clearly doing this on purpose.
A staff member came over with a strap to tie one of my legs to one of Ashers.
Asher took a step back, a look of complete revulsion on his face. Cant we do something else?
Mr. Flynn, these are the rules... the staff member stammered.
Asher frustratingly ran a hand through his hair but finally extended his leg.
Dont tie it too tight, he said sharply.
The staff members hands were shaking, and he tied the strap loosely.
I moved my leg close. Before I could even brush his pant leg, he flinched back as if hed been electrocuted.
Dont crowd me.
I stared at him.
Dude, its a three-legged race. How are we supposed to run if were not close?
The live chat was probably having a field day.
LOL, the A-listers entire body is screaming NO.
Can Rowan please back up? Dont touch our king!
Asher Flynn: Back the F* Off!**
The race started.
The other teams were calling out rhythms and charging forward smoothly.
Sierras team was perfectly coordinated and already far ahead.
Only our team was a total mess.
Asher would step with his left foot, and I would step with my right.
He walked too fast, and I couldnt keep up.
Before wed gone two steps, I stumbled and nearly fell.
I instinctively reached for his arm to catch my balance.
The instant my hand touched his sleeve, he ruthlessly shrugged me off.
Dont touch me.
With that jerk, I lost my center of gravity and went crashing to the ground.
My knee smacked hard against the concrete. The pain shot through me.
Due to the strap, Asher was pulled off balance momentarily, but he quickly steadied himself.
He looked down at me. He didnt offer a hand. Instead, his brow furrowed in annoyance.
Can you manage this or not? Dont force it if you cant.
His voice was dripping with contempt.
I lay on the ground, my knee throbbing, tears stinging my eyes.
The humiliation was overwhelming.
The man who texted me, Babe, if you scrape a tiny bit of skin Id be heartbroken, was standing right there, watching me fall, and his only concern was that I would slow him down.
Sierra crossed the finish line, looked back, and dramatically shouted, Oh my God, Rowan, why did you fall? Were you trying to get Asher to carry you?
A chorus of chuckles erupted around us.
I gritted my teeth, pushed myself up, and stood without his help.
The skin on my knee was broken.
Asher glanced at the wound. His frown deepened, but he still didnt move.
Can you still walk? he asked.
Yes, I snapped back.
Then hurry up. Dont waste any more time.
The rest of the course was pure torture.
He completely ignored my pace, only focusing on his own forward momentum.
I was dragged, stumbling and nearly falling with every step. I felt like I was walking on broken glass.
We finally crawled to the finish line.
Unsurprisingly, we came in dead last.
The moment the strap came off, Asher leaped two feet away from me.
Then, in front of everyone, he pulled out an antiseptic wipe and meticulously, carefully, scrubbed the sleeve of his jacket where I had touched it.
He then tossed the wipe into a nearby trash can.
The gesture wasnt physically harmful, but the insult was maximum.
I stood there, staring at the trash can, my heart completely hollow.
Sierra came over and handed Asher a water bottle. Asher, that must have been rough. Its hard carrying dead weight.
Asher took a long drink, said nothing, but his silence was confirmation enough.
Sierra turned to me, her smile triumphant. Rowan, dont feel too bad. The gap in skill is obvious. Its totally normal that Asher couldnt carry you.
I ignored her and turned to find a staff member for a bandage.
My phone vibrated again.
I hid in the corner to check it.
Babe, we lost.
That Rowan girl is as clumsy as a wild boar. She cant walk straight, and she kept trying to pull on me.
She almost made me fall. Shes a total jinx.
But dont worry, I didnt touch her once the whole time. My loyalty is absolute!
Reading those words, a wave of nausea hit me.
Sickening. It was truly sickening.
I shoved the phone back into my pocket. I didn't want to look at it again.
The host walked onto the stage with a note card.
Alright, the results are in! The last-place team must now face the forfeit!
The crowd cheered.
Everyone was waiting to see how Asher would humiliate me next.
The hosts eyes bounced between Asher and me, finally landing on Asher.
Mr. Flynn, according to the rules, the losing team must play Truth or Dare.
Asher casually adjusted his cuff. Ill take the Dare.
The host grinned widely. Wonderful! The Dare is...
You must call the person youve contacted most recently in your phone bookof the opposite sexon speaker, and say, I love you!

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