My eyes were still so heavy when I woke up. I felt the cozy sheets tangled between my fingers, thinking I could buy satin sheets and sleep like a queen at any time. The room itself had a lingering smell. I couldn't place my finger on it, but it reminded me of all the times I had walked through the entrance of a hotel that had a pool nearby.

When I finally managed to open my eyes enough to be blinded by the sun's white light, I dug under my pillow for my cellphone. I had 14 unread messages. That was unusual for me. Since I had started camming, I was used to waking up to several new notifications involving my social media – which was only twitter and YouCam mail – but messages was another story. Only two other guest had bought my phone number, which GREY through a hefty fit over, and they were respectful to wait and text me only after I had text them back.

I opened my messages to see that every single one of them was from GREY.

GREY: Jessie, message me. NOW.

GREY: It's about the video. Call me.

GREY: What cam model falls asleep this earlier?

GREY: If you value the financial benefits I assure you YOU WILL CALL.

GREY: I suppose you think I'm kidding, Jessie.

GREY: Listen to me, Jessie, I will pay whatever you want for the raffle to be over.

GREY: Do not make me ask again.

GREY: Making a video to sell to someone you don't know is a mistake, Jessie.

GREY: Jessie.

GREY: Name a price.

GREY: You are much better than that. Don't be like the other models.

GREY: Jessie.

GREY: I expect a response soon, Jessie.

GREY: Don't be stupid, Jessie.

I laid there in shock at GREY's blatant disrespect. He was treating me more like a possession than a person capable of making their own decisions – something I greatly unappreciated. Though I felt immense anger at his behavior, a sinking feeling still consumed me. He was my highest, most reliable tipper. A genuine, or so I thought, regular who cared about my well being. But now he was acting as if though he owned me because of the "financial benefits he assured". What a jerk.

Lividly, I responded;

If you think threatening me with your money will stop me then you have another thing coming.

I threw my phone down, not having anything else to say to him. I would continue on with the raffle. It was only fair to the other loyal members I had accumulated within the month. They had also tipped, they had also contributed to the money that allowed me to fill up my tank, buy lingerie, buy clothes, buy fancy food. It wasn't just GREY.

Besides, I couldn't give him a set amount to tip to kill the raffle entirely. I never knew how much I would make to begin with. Despite my raffle not being as high earning as a younger, more doll-like model's was, since I started the raffle for my first custom video I had earned three hundred dollars. None of which was from GREY.

There was only a few days left for the raffle, but since the job was varied, any night I had the potential to earn crazy money. In that same regard, I could lose money too...but I tried not to think about that.

I heard my phone buzzing, certain it was a call from him. I chose to ignore it until later, after I finished my makeup, did my hair, and treated myself to some fancy lunch. If Kate weren't working I would have invited her along.

I took a long, steamy shower, practicing my fake argument with GREY and testing out all the scenarios in which I could make him seem like a fool for trying to tame the wild stallion that was Jessie Marie Thorne. He wouldn't even know what was coming. Afterwards, I spent time doing my makeup and hair. I planned on camming later in the night. Kate was going to be visiting with some friends, no doubt a guy she was seeing, leaving me alone for the evening.

While I did my face, channeling my inner Picasso, I had to fight the temptation to message GREY back. I wasn't one for drama – especially just being Ana – but Jessie was powerful, demanding. She owned total authority over her business.

When I managed to finish putting together my online persona, the wig M.I.A., I Googled where to dine in with triple the dollar signs. I felt like treating myself – no – I deserved to treat myself. A few nice places popped up, most of which had menus with words I couldn't pronounce, and immediate NO. Finally, one that wasn't too terribly far and had several five star reviews caught my eye. It was Asian cuisine, and seafood actually sounded really good.

Though the face screamed ready-to-club-until-2AM-or-until-I-throw-up-whichever-comes-first, and the hair was fixed for the time being – ready to be flattened by the heavy, lavish wig that...he bought – the outfit cried college-student-who-thrift-shops.

I paired some worn down boots with ill-fitting jeans and a loose gray sweater. It definitely wasn't flattering. Then again, who was I trying to impress when I wasn't online?

I tucked away my purse in the passengers seat and took off. While I made my way to the restaurant I caught sight of an expensive car that kept it's distance but followed my every turn, even on the freeway. It was stunning, but other cars kept getting in front of it and I couldn't make out what the model was. I watched it swerve between lanes expertly through my rear view for some time before my exit came up. Maybe if I ever became incredibly successful like the 18 year old on YouCam who made four thousand dollars in one tip I would buy myself a car like that.

Inside the restaurant was stunning. The atmosphere was beautiful, with hanging lanterns and a fountain that had fish swimming in it. The carpet and designs on the wall matched, and the soothing flute music was the perfect finishing touch. Even being there by myself I felt peaceful.

After ordering my food I decided it was past time to check my phone. I was both surprised and somewhat disheartened to have only four messages this time. Two were from other members, Jessie'sBestie – whose name I found out was Matthew – and a new member who had purchased tokens solely to get my phone number. He continued to tip, but when GREY found out it was a big issue.

Matthew: What time will you be on cam tonight? I work until 8:30.

LoyalMember: I am excited to see you online tonight.

GREY: Jessie, you would be making a mistake.

GREY: Please, Jessie, call me.

Trying to retain the power Jessie Thorne had, I responded as stoically and sternly as I could.

I'm out to dinner, GREY. Until you apologize I refuse to speak to you.

I barely put my phone down when it buzzed again.

GREY: Oh, at the Asian restaurant? How is that?

I swallowed hard. My hands became hot, and I was overcome with nerves. GREY knew where I was?

I looked around the restaurant, eyeing anyone who even remotely glanced my direction. No one looked suspicious. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves with family and friends. Is it possible that he had someone follow me?

I don't know what game you are playing GREY but this isn't funny anymore.

Bzzzzzzzzzz.

GREY: I didn't think it was funny to begin with, Jessie.

What do you want, GREY?

BZZZZZZZ

GREY: I already told you, Jessie. Do NOT make the video. I will compensate you for withdrawing the raffle from your page.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard. My stomach was so upset I didn't know if I could even eat at this point.

How did you even know where I was?

GREY: I didn't. I threw a line and you bit it. Hook, line, and sinker.

He was lying. I knew he was. There was absolutely no way he just magically guessed where I was at and got it right. I had never even mentioned wanting Asian food to him, much less liking it. It worried me now, however, what GREY may be capable of.

I'm not discontinuing the raffle.

I shoved my phone deep down into my purse. It was becoming apparent that dealing with GREY would not be a simple task. I felt as if the ultimatum to successfully continue with camming or obey GREY's every wish for his money was coming to the forefront.

If he continued...I would have to block him. From everything.

I sighed heavily, and as I exhaled someone bumped into me. I turned to glance up and apologize – maybe my elbow was out too far or something – and was met by the most intensely fierce gaze I had ever encountered. A young man, with dark, copper hair and burning silver eyes glowered at me. He continued walking, and after an unwelcoming moment later, he directed his attention back towards the kitchen doors. Maybe there was a problem with his order and anyone in his way was subject to the wrath he harbored.

"Ugh, it's never easy for just Ana – is it?" I whispered.

* Guys I am so sorry. I suck butt, truly. I know I said this chapter would be CG's P.O.V. But the next chapter actually is. It wasn't going to make sense the way I had it planned out, so I had to improvise a tad. Anyways! I have a mini vacation from school after this week and I plan on updating as much as possible with this FF! Thanks so much for reading! - Haley*