What should have been a peaceful late-morning nap was anything but. A late night before and an early workout time meant that Chloe Bennet needed a refueling before she went about her afternoon. She was hoping to get a solid nap in, but she was rocked awake by the sounds of a gathering outside the house.
Chloe lived on a gated property with her boyfriend Logan Paul, a famous and infamous YouTube celebrity. Chloe had never experienced being the less-popular one while in a relationship, something she hated. Not for the expected reason of jealousy but for the annoyances that a celebrity with a rabid young fanbase brings in. She avoided the pool as fans would climb on to roofs of adjacent houses and gawk at her. She dreaded having to leave and maneuver her car through the crowd of people, fearing an accident that would damage her reputation. She hated interacting with her neighbors, expecting them to only talk with her for access to Logan.
The 'Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.' actress was starting to reach her wits end and had begun seriously thinking of breaking it off with Logan but stopped herself, fearing a backlash of teenagers hounding her, making her life miserable for leaving their idol. If they could be this irritating when they liked her, how bad would it get when they did not?
Angry at her shortened nap, Chloe threw a tight t-shirt on and pulled a clean pair of black panties up her legs. She went downstairs to flop down on the couch, put her earbuds in and listen to some music. As the tunes slowly lulled her close to another slumber, she was rocked by a hard, rapid pounding on the door. After putting her dirty-blonde hair up, Chloe opened the door to find a wide-eyed, pimply-faced teenager standing in front of her.
"Is Logan here?" he asked.
"No," Chloe said, slamming the door in his face.
Logan was away in London, promoting a YouTuber fight and was due home last night, but decided to stay an extra day to party with his British fans. Unfortunately for Chloe, the ultra-social Logan had not informed his throngs of cult-like followers of this, so she was left to deal with the riff-raff.
As soon as Chloe's ass hit the couch cushion, another knock came to the door. She stormed over and opened it again, finding another teenager, one with a pimple-less face and a fauxhawk.
"When is Logan coming out?" the kid asked.
"He's not here, go away," she said in a louder tone.
"Oh, you're alone? Need some company, baby?" he asked, trying to look smooth.
"Sorry, I know Logan's fanbase and you are either underage or mentally challenged," she said with a smile. "I'd rather fuck barbed wire than one of you."
Chloe tilted her head with a big smile before turning angry and slamming the door. She was able to get back on the couch and put her earbuds back in before another knock. She ran to the door and ripped it open.
"GO AWAY, BITCH!" she screamed in a ten-year-old girl's face.
The angry woman grabbed her phone and stomped her way into the kitchen. She pulled up a text conversation with Logan and sent him a text:
"Tell your band of shithead fans that you aren't here, they're knocking at the door and pissing me off! I'm fucking tired of this and I'm fucking tired in general!!"
In no time, she got a response:
"Calm down babe, they just miss their King. Just be a good Queen and address the people."
Chloe rolled her eyes and quickly texted back:
"Why do I put up with you?"
Logan replied after a minute:
"You need me."
Chloe stopped herself from laughing, trying to stay angry and not fall for his spell again. She texted him back:
"If your fans weren't savages, I would've dumped you after the Japan thing."
Logan replied, in all caps:
"WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT JAPAN! YOU KNOW WE JUST IGNORE THAT FRAUD SHIT AND ALL THE JEALOUS HATERS THAT TRIED TO END MY EXCELLENCE! I DID NOTHING WRONG! I KNOW IT! YOU KNOW IT! THEY KNOW IT!!"
Chloe, after throwing her phone across the room and ignoring the knocks on the door, texted him back one last time:
"I'm going to go. I might be here when you get back home. Get your head on straight or you will regret it."
Logan texted back within a minute:
"I could replace you with any Hollywood attention-whore in less than an hour. Every hottie on earth would take a ride on the Logan Trian in a heartbeat."
She sent one last reply:
"*train"
Chloe carried her phone up to the bedroom, ready to pack her bags and leave, slamming the door behind her. She could not believe the arrogance of a man that just a day earlier was sending text messages littered with heart emojis. She was too angry to cry despite tears forming in her beautiful brown eyes. The actress started slamming her clothes into a suitcase that she had stored under her bed. In the corner of her eyes, Chloe saw a framed picture of Logan, dressed as Prince Charming, on the table next to his side of the bed.
"Fucking narcissist," she said as she spit on the picture and spiked it on the floor, shattering it.
As Chloe continued to pack, the knocking on the front door stopped and sounds of feet walking up the stairs froze her in place. She reached into a drawer on her table, palming a large knife that she had recently bought following a break in. The twenty-six-year-old pulled the knife out as she heard the footsteps rushing towards the closed door. The door swung open and there stood Chloe's personal body guard, Jaxon. The forty-year-old stopped in his tracks seeing his client wielding a weapon.
"Jaxon, you scared the fuck out of me," Chloe said through heavy breaths, holding the knife tightly against her chest.
"Sorry Chloe," he apologized. "I knew there would be a crowd today with douchebag coming back. I pulled three little shits off the garage. They were trying to pull it open. Fucking idiots."
"You are too good to me," she said, putting the knife into her suitcase.
"Going somewhere?" the tall, bald, muscular man asked.
"I'm done with Logan, I can't handle his ego anymore," she said, slamming more clothes in her bag. "He is such an insecure little shit."
"I tried telling you not to get in bed with him, figuratively and literally," he said, helping her pack. "You deserve better than that asshat."
"I was blinded by his looks," she said. "I was stupid."
"You aren't stupid," he said. "Everyone makes mistakes."