He was nice, whoever he was. Occasionally sending her tips of $100 with the message 'buy yourself something nice.' It helped with the bills and with the pictures. She would buy things like background props, be it some nice curtains to stand against, some wall decor, and sometimes accents like pillows when she was staging an area for a photo shoot. She purchased a ring light and various lighting equipment and camera stands.

He was the only one doing this. She had other fans, lurkers who didn't interact. That was fine by her because he had become her favorite. Not for the money but due to how they would talk about things, how he would ask her about her day or how she was feeling. It felt personal and he didn't feel like some random subscriber. Usually, whenever she got tips from him, she would put some away in savings and use the rest to buy some cute lingerie or panties to model for him. That's probably why he kept doing it, because he could see the results, see where his money was going.

"I got something for you." Shuri said in text one day when she messaged him on the site.

"What is it?" Namor asked curiously.

Shuri sent a picture of her holding some lacy fabric. Namor smiled and replied back to her message with one of his own.

"Would you wear that for me?" He asked in his message.

"Yeah but you have to give me a few days. There is a class reunion coming up for my school." She informed.

Namor leaned into his computer, interested at the message.

"Are you going?" He asked genuinely curious.

Shuri sighed and wrote her reply.

"I don't know. I didn't really like anyone there. No one liked me either. I kept to myself mainly." She said.

"I don't believe that." Namor replied.

"I'm sure people want to see you. What about an old crush? An old flame?" He pried.

"I'm sure you had loads of guys crushing on you." He added.

It took a while for Shuri to reply because she was thinking about what he said.

"Nope. No guys liked me or even noticed me. They picked on me. Definitely that. But no one wanted me romantically." She texted back.

Namor sat at his computer and thought about this. He wanted to ask more questions. More questions to gauge her response on HIM. But if he said something like 'what about Namor' or 'what about the kid with the dark hair that picked on you', well that was oddly specific. That would have given away his identity no doubt. Namor had to be careful so he left it alone.

"You should go. Wear something to let everyone know what they were missing. I'll even send you some money. Go, take pictures and tell me how it went." He replied.

"Oh I don't know." Shuri replied and then saw the notification that the money was already sent.

"You didn't have to." She replied.

"I never HAVE to do anything. I wanted to. You deserve a good time. Tell me how it goes."

And with that he logged off.

Namor had no idea there was even a reunion coming up. He logged on to a different social media site and looked up the information. It was happening in a hotel ball room a few days from now. Enough time for him to get a suit, hair cut and various other things. He wanted to dress to impress.

He only saw bits of her, glimpses of her body. Pictures of her in lingerie, bras and panties. Tasteful, elegant yet seductive photos. He saw all of that but he wanted to see HER, actual her. Not just some photo. He wondered if she'd recognize him. Wondered what she would say. What HE would say. He had no plan.

Maybe he would reveal that he had a crush on her. That the reason why he picked on her was because of that fact. Namor went through the scenarios in his mind on how that would go. In his mind he fantasized about them getting a room at the same hotel. What it would be like to have her all over him, kissing him, touching him. Namor rolled the chair away from the desk and stood. His pants were tight because of his erection. He grabbed his phone and began looking up flights.

Shuri transferred the money into her bank account and then logged off. She stood up and walked to her closet. She had no idea what she was going to wear. With Namor's suggestion in mind, she picked a black dress. She was the nerd in school. The nerd that kept to herself and wore baggy clothes. If she was going for shock, she needed something revealing, feminine and sexy.

She picked out the perfect dress and hung it on the closet door. Then she got her phone to make her hair and nail appointments. The reunion was not something she was looking forward to. Not even to just make an appearance. Like she said in the messages, no one liked her there.

The day of the reunion finally came. Shuri walked into the ball room and a few people stopped and stared. They were probably trying to figure out who exactly she was she figured and not the fact that she was a total knock out. Friends and Friends of Friends recognized her immediately. Many knew her because they knew her brother or cousin. Others knew her because they were friends with her friends. Shuri smiled and greeted them all, making small talk, catching up and exchanging contact info. Shuri was deep in conversation with Okoye when Okoye tapped her on the shoulder and told her to look behind her.

"Isn't that the guy that teased you all the time?" Okoye whispered as they watched the handsome dark haired man make his way towards them..

Shuri nodded, confused actually. This guy didn't LOOK like that guy. This guy looked handsome, very handsome and tall. His hair was short on the sides, long on the top but neat. He was wearing a fitted suit and was a lot taller than she remembered him. When he got to them, he smiled and Shuri almost swooned. She didn't remember that smile. EVER.

"I remember you." He said and took Shuri into his arms for a hug in greeting despite not having permission.

Shuri hugged him back despite not wanting to and parted away from him.

He looked towards Okoye and hugged her too. Okoye hugged him back and smiled with pleasantries. Still looking at Okoye, he spoke.

"I remember you too. My best friend had such a crush on you growing up." Namor said.

Okoye tilted her head and looked at him, she had no idea who he was talking about. Seeing the blank expression on her face, he elaborated.

"My best friend? The tall muscular guy? Long hair? Attuma?" Namor explained.

Okoye looked at him in wonder.

"I had no idea." She confessed to the news.

Namor waved his hand towards the ball room.

"He's around here somewhere. He would never shut up whenever you guys had a sparring match in the gym. He's bulked up a lot after that. Got some training too. You guys should have another go one day. He'd like that."

Shuri watched in silence as the two conversed. Namor glanced towards Shuri out of the corner of his eye and continued to speak to Okoye.

"Would you mind leaving us alone, Okoye? I'd like to catch up with Shuri if you don't mind." He requested.

Okoye nodded and waved goodbye as she left Shuri and Namor to mingle with other guests. Namor turned back to Shuri and was in awe at her appearance. He looked her up and down. The dress she picked out was goregous. The shoes, the hair, the earrings. He had never seen her like that before.

"I think if I saw you like this at school, I wouldn't have been such a jerk." He said and chucked.

It was supposed to be a compliment. Shuri's eyes narrowed.

"Well, you made school a living hell for me. I hated going and I loved school. So thanks for that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have non bullies to talk to." Shuri said, coldness in her voice.

She turned and began to walk away. Namor grabbed her hand.

"Please, hear me out ok?" Namor pleaded. "Let's dance. That way we can talk."

There was a sad, desperate look in his eyes. Shuri felt bad.

"Fine, all right." Shuri sighed and walked with him to the dance floor.

He took her into his arms and they swayed to the music. Shuri didn't like how close they were. She could smell his cologne and feel his body heat. Her eyes roamed his face, his facial hair. She didn't want to admit but he was quite handsome. His hands felt strong, the ones around her waist. His shoulders felt strong as she rested her hands lightly upon them.

"So you were going to explain?" She prompted.

Namor nodded.

"Yes. Sorry. Got distracted. You are a vision, sorry." He looked her over again.

Shuri didn't reply. He continued but sighed first, shaking his head.

"First, I want to apologize. I can say boys will be boys. I can say I was just a teen but those are all excuses. Truth was, I had the biggest crush on you but I had no idea how to articulate that. The picking on you was the only way I could talk to you. I didn't know how to talk to girls back then. Still don't actually." He smiled at her.

Shuri couldn't get over how gorgeous he was. Despite that, her eyes were hard when they looked at him, not warm as if talking to a friend.

"I would cry many nights because of you. Like I said, you made it hell to come to school. I was more than happy to move out of town as soon as I graduated. So listen to me now. I don't wish you well. I don't wish you luck or a long life. I don't ever want to see you. You can take your apology and shove it up your ass along with my self esteem you flushed down the toilet back then and my therapy bills. You're an asshole, Carlos." She said.

"Carlos?" Namor asked with an arched brow.

That stung his ego and his heart. She didn't even know or remember his name.

"That is your name isn't it?" She questioned.

Namor frowned at the question.

"No, it's Namor." He corrected.

"Oh, pardon me. It must have slipped my mind, making it a point to know the name of the guy who bullied me constantly. Anyway…." She stepped out of his arms. "Enjoy the reunion and don't talk to me again."

Shuri said and left the dance floor. Namor stared after her longingly and alone.

Shuri left the reunion and went to her hotel room which was in the same hotel as the reunion. She relaxed once she got inside and slipped out of her shoes and dress. Shuri opened her laptop on the bed. She had missed messages from Okoye, M'Baku and other friends she had met and exchanged information with. There was another missed message too, from TheSerpentGod.

Instead of opening his message, she looked towards her suit case. Shuri got up and pulled out the lingerie she had purchased a few days before the reunion. She cleaned up the room, getting her bag and belongings out of the way. She took out her camera stand, automatic remote and got on the bed, taking seductive selfies.

There was a knock at the door. Shuri wasn't expecting anyone. She rushed over to the bathroom and grabbed the complimentary fluffy bath robe. She put it on and answered the door. Her eyes grew wide when she saw who it was. It was Namor.

"You left so suddenly. I just want to talk is all." He said softly.

"May I come in? I have food." He said and held up a large fast food bag.

Shuri sighed yet stepped aside and opened the door wide to let him in. Once inside she closed the door behind him. She quickly moved around him, taking down the camera stand and placing it out of view. She hoped he didn't notice.

Namor looked around the room. The dress was hanging in the closet in front of the floor to ceiling mirror. Her suitcase was tucked in a corner and her laptop was on a desk near the hotel tv. Namor sat on one of the empty beds, two in the room and sat down the food. He began going through it.

"The fries are still hot. I didn't know what you liked so I got a bit of everything. Burgers, nuggets, fries and milk sh-"

Shuri cut him off.

"How did you find my room?" Shuri asked as she sat down on the adjacent bed across from him.

Namor smiled proudly.

"Okoye actually. She found Attuma and apparently they've been inseparable all night. I explained how you left after I tried to apologize and I guess she took pity on me. She's the one that suggested I bring food."

He handed her a burger. Shuri took it and nodded her thanks. Before Namor dug into his, he sat the food aside and took off his suit jacket. Shuri eyed him. It was as if the button up shirt underneath was clinging for dear life. Every button seemed strained over his muscular chest. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular fore arms before grabbing his burger and taking a bite. He placed a milk shake on the middle night stand and they ate in silence.

He tried not to stare. He could see that she was wearing a bath robe. He could also see peaks of what was underneath because the tie at the waste was becoming lose. Whatever she had on was black and lacy. God he would have loved to see her in it.

"I'm sorry Shuri." He said after a while. "I literally had no idea."

She watched him. She watched him stand and move to the hotel window, looking out at the night city view.

"You were out of my league. Gorgeous. Tall. Sister to the most popular guy in school, your brother. You got all the good grades. Was in all of the science clubs. Then there was me."

He looked down and paused for a moment before looking back up and finishing his story.

"A kid who wasn't from a rich family like yours. I played football but that didn't make me a popular jock or anything. I figured the only way I could talk to you was tease you about being a nerd. People called you Princess for crying out loud. You were like Royalty in that school. You and your who family it seemed." He said and turned around to face her.

Shuri was standing and walked closer to him. She didn't say a word but stood next to him and looked out the window. Namor looked at her and spoke again.

"I really am sorry for hurting you and the pain that I had caused."

Namor chuckled then, causing Shuri to look at him with curiosity.

"If I had given you flowers like I wanted, stuffed them in your locker and all of that, I imagine I myself would have been teased out of high school. I actually almost did. Around Valentines Day there was those stations with the students where you can pay to give someone a carnation anonymously, or signed if you want. Remember those?" He asked. Shuri nodded and he continued.

"I went to get one for you and chickened out when these kids started asking questions."

Shuri placed her hand to the glass.

"I hated those and Valentines Day. I would see all the girls get carnations. I used to see the guy give them out from a basket and see the girls react. Always wishing someone would give me one, even if was anonymous. It didn't make me feel wanted." She whispered, sadness in her voice.

Namor placed his hands upon her shoulders and turned her towards him.

"I'm sorry I didn't get you flowers, Shuri. I wanted to. God I wanted to." He moved closer to her, leaning down so that their faces were inches apart.

"Allow me to get you flowers now? All the flowers. Any flowers that you want." He whispered before leaning down to kiss her.

It wasn't prompted. It wasn't expected. She felt cool lips press against hers. There was something about being in his arms that made her feel safe, protected, good. This was a hotel in her home town. A home town she didn't live in. Her flight was tomorrow. This place would never see her again. With that thought, she said 'what the heck' to herself and kissed him back. A little hook up wouldn't hurt. It's not like she'd ever see him again.

The kissing deepened and she felt him tug open her robe. He licked his lips and moaned as he took a step back, taking her in, taking in the lingerie that hugged and accentuated her body. He could feel his cock growing hard instantly.

"Is this for me?" He asked with a smirk.

How could she know? How could she know that it WAS for him. The other him. The other him she didn't know about? Namor smiled looking her over with this secret knowledge that only he knew.

Shuri shook her head.

"I sleep in stuff like this. I packed it for the trip." She lied.

Namor removed the robe and watched as it fell to her feet.

"Sure." He whispered and kissed her again.

Shuri was glad to be home again the next day. She opened the laptop on her desk and saw that she had more missed messages from TSG.

"How was it?" The messaged asked from him.

"Uneventful." She replied.

Namor arched a brow at that knowing damned well what HAD happened because he was involved with it.

"You didn't meet anyone? Reconnect with anyone?" He pried.

Shuri shook her head before typing her response.

"Nope. Met some old friends. Friends of my brother. Met my friend Okoye and we exchanged numbers. That was nice. Other than that, nothing happened. Went to my hotel, took these for you because I was thinking of you and called it a night."

She uploaded the pictures and sent them to him. Namor smiled knowing that he had completely ravaged her after those photos were taken.

"You look stunning. I was thinking about you the whole time. I kept wondering when you were going to get back to me. I knew you were busy so I left it alone. I'm glad we can talk again. I've missed you." Namor typed and sent.

"I've missed you too. I've missed our talks." She replied.

"As do I." Namor replied.

He wondered why she didn't mention meeting him. Was it meaningless? Was it a hook up? Did it not do anything for her emotionally? Mentally where she wanted to talk about it? He wanted to know her thoughts on him. The other him that is, but couldn't ask questions because that would reveal that he was there, that it was him. He didn't like the idea of being a one night stand to her, some meaningless fuck. Especially since they had grown so close online.