Accidentally Dating The Esports Pro Chapter 03
Bryson spent the entire match watching my back.
What seriously weirded me out, though, was how he kept dropping “Babe” in that deep, raspy voice of his.
The second the match ended, I faked an excuse and killed my stream.
Seething, I shoved open the door to my brother Ethen Merrick’s room. “Ethen, what exactly have you been doing on my account?”
I ripped into him, laying out everything that had just gone down on the stream.
Ethen shifted uncomfortably. After a heavy pause, he mumbled, “Allie, it’s really not a huge deal.
“Ranking up was too hard, so I used your pictures to catfish a pro online.
“I swear I had no idea it was Bryson.”
I just stared at him.
He had actually done something monumentally stupid.
Trembling slightly, Ethen handed over his phone.
Scrolling through his chat history with Bryson made my stomach drop.
It was practically a wall of texts from him, “Babe, you mentioned before that you didn’t get the skin you wanted from the draw.”
“Just gifted it to you. Check your inbox.”
“They dropped the new duo mode today. Wanna play a few rounds?”
“I’ve sent you so many messages. Why aren’t you texting back?”
“Transfer: $1,000. Note: Voluntary gift.”
“Babe. It’s crazy how busy you are every day. Unlike me—I have nothing else to do but think about you.”
Ethen, on the other hand, barely responded. His messages were limited to: “Log on, let’s play.”
He’d also rejected all the money transfers.
It was a relief that my brother was just a gaming addict and hadn’t actually tried to rob the guy.
Ethen coughed awkwardly. “Look, Allie, this account is about to hit the leaderboards.
“Why don’t you just play along and keep dating him?
“That way, he can keep boosting the rank.
“Also, I’m almost out of the pictures you posted online. Can you send me some new ones?”
I was livid. “In your dreams!”
