Page 6 of His Favorite Melody

Comment after comment.

Just give me five minutes with Melody and I’d ruin her for other men.

Melody is like a wet dream come to life.

Can you imagine having those thick thighs wrapped around your head?

Beautiful dress, Melody. It would look even better on my bedroom floor.

Melody takes my phone and keeps scrolling. I’m sure there are a lot of them because I was slow to delete tonight because I’d been worried about her.

Her face shows no emotion as she holds the phone up. “Show me the DMs.”

I shake my head. “You don’t need to see those.”

“Hayes!”

I take the phone, open the direct messages, and blanche as I read the first one. “Melody, please, you don’t need to see⁠—”

She cuts me off with a stern voice. “Show me.”

I hand her the phone back, and she continues to read through the messages. Her brows disappear under her bangs, her cheeks flush red, and her eyes are so wide that I can only imagine what she’s reading right now. She points at the phone. “What does this even mean?”

She shows me the message, and even though I want to rip the phone from her hands, I don’t. “Melody…”

She stops me. “No, explain that to me.”

I reluctantly read the DM. “Are you a top, Melody? You seem like you’d be one. I’d happily be your bottom.”

Melody lifts her shoulders. “What does that even mean? What’s a top? What’s a bottom?”

I rub my hand across my face. I’m exhausted, and I have a long night ahead of me it seems with all these fucking comments, but she’s not going to leave this alone. “A top means the person likes to be in charge during sex. A bottom is more submissive.”

She snorts. “Well, shows what he knows because I am definitely a bottom. I like a man to take charge.”

My mouth falls open. I can’t be having these conversations with her and how the hell am I going to keep up this fuckin’ charade after what she just confessed? I clear my throat and start to talk. “Can I have my phone back now?”

She holds on to it. “Why?”

“Why do I want my phone back? So I can do my job.”

She laughs bitterly. “Deleting things from my social media is not part of your job. I mean, yeah, if they were threatening me or something, I could see it. But that was all harmless flirting.”

My voice is hard as steel. “They shouldn’t talk to you like that.”

“You can’t delete my direct messages, Hayes.”

I know I’m being an ass, but I’m not going to budge on this. “I can if I feel like they’re disrespecting you. I won’t stand by and let men talk to you like that.”

She looks almost bewildered. “But that’s not part of your job.”

I grit my teeth. “I’m making it part of my job.”

“But why?”

I almost tell her exactly why. I want to scream that she’s mine, but I catch myself before I lose it. “Because.”

She laughs. “That’s not a reason. Why do you care, Hayes? None of this makes sense. You’re almost acting like a jealous boyfriend instead of my bodyguard.” She looks me straight in the face, searching my eyes. “But that’s not it. You don’t think about me like that… so why⁠—”