Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 710

Chapter 710: Big Dummies

Kaiden looked at her and grinned.

"Alexandra," he said. "I’ve come to realize that you wield the strongest weapon in the universe."

She blinked. "Huh?"

"Truly." He nodded with the grave authority of a man delivering a battlefield assessment. "Nothing rivals the tears of women."

Alexandra’s red eyes narrowed.

"How dare you," she said, and her voice carried the quiet fury of a woman who had just ugly-cried on live broadcast and was now being complimented on it like a strategic asset.

Then she moved.

It was fast and uncoordinated, the kind of movement that happened before the brain could talk the body out of it. She closed the distance in a burst that was more stumble than dash, her arms coming up and wrapping around his torso with a grip that squeezed the air out of his lungs.

Kaiden parted his arms and let her in.

His hands came to rest on her back, one between her shoulder blades and the other at the small of her spine, and he held her the way he’d held her once before, firm and steady.

"Thank you," she whispered into his shirt. Her voice was muffled and shaking. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He hugged her back without hesitating.

"Are you not angry at me?" he asked.

Alexandra’s grip loosened just enough for her to tilt her head up. "Angry?"

"You just became my mouthpiece, Alexandra." His voice stayed casual. The words landed heavier. "We took your sad past, your trauma, everything you went through with that creature, and we put it on a screen next to two women with a different problem so the audience would connect the dots. We’re weaponizing your pain for internet brownie points."

The studio was quiet. Several of his girls had gone still.

Alexandra pressed her face back into his shirt and squeezed harder.

"You’re a dummy," she said.

Kaiden blinked.

"A big dummy who thinks too much and always tries to take on too much weight." Her voice was steady now, buried against him but clear. "You didn’t force me to do anything, Kaiden. You didn’t even ask. I heard what happened to those two, and I offered. That was my choice."

"Is that so?"

"That is so." She pulled back just enough to look up at him, and her eyes were still red but her jaw was set. "My trauma and my past won’t change no matter what anyone does. I’ve accepted that. So the only thing I can do is make the most of it."

Her fingers tightened on the fabric of his shirt. "You better believe that if some cruel bastard comes along and tries to antagonize you, I’ll appear on camera or do whatever is needed to sway the public. As you so rudely pointed out, I appear to be quite good at weaponizing my tears, so... That’s the least I can do for the people who gave me a home."

Kaiden looked at her.

He didn’t speak for a long moment, and in that silence he saw what this woman actually was.

"You were amazing, Alex," Nyx murmured against Alexandra’s hair. "Thank you."

Alexandra’s face was pink and her composure was in shambles, but a smile broke through anyway. "Hehe... I’m getting too much gratitude today!"

Kaiden wrapped an arm around each of them and held on. Nyx’s hair smelled faintly of lavender and Alexandra’s maid outfit was still damp from tears, and between the two of them he remembered why any of this mattered.

Then he caught movement over Nyx’s shoulder and realized they had an audience.

Tessa and Talia stood side by side with the expressions of women who’d found front-row seats to the best show in the building and had no intention of looking away. Tessa’s grin was enormous. Talia’s face was composed, but her eyes were bright with amusement. His girls watched from behind them with expressions ranging from amused to predatory.

Every single one of them was watching.

Kaiden patted both girls’ backs twice, gentle and firm, and let go.

Nyx released them with a satisfied hum and stepped back. Alexandra smoothed the front of her skirt and touched her cheeks as if checking whether her blush was visible from space. Then her cheeks reddened even further when she realized that, in fact, it probably was visible from space.

She was burning.

Quiet footsteps followed.

Brittany and Trisha approached from the far side of the studio. They walked close together, shoulders nearly touching, with the careful gait of people entering a room where they weren’t sure they belonged. Brittany’s face was still puffy and her arms were folded across her stomach. Trisha’s hands were clasped in front of her so tightly that the knuckles had gone pale.

"Are we..." Brittany started, and her voice was small. "Are we interrupting anything?"