Kirby hadn’t planned on joining Chaos, Joe DeFillipo’s Skool community, let alone hooking up with its founder. But Joe had a way of pulling people into his orbit, both online and offline. What started as banter in a live session quickly turned into long calls, which turned into late-night visits to Joe’s place. Jenna, and the others in the community, thought there was simply a flurry of back and forth posts and comments. No one knew the truth of what was happening behind the scenes. “Kirby,” Joe had teased one night, lying back on his couch, his grin lazy and smug, “you’re not just here for the community, are you?” Kirby, sprawled beside him, raised an eyebrow. “What can I say? You’re entertaining... in more ways than one.” Joe laughed, leaning in close, his voice low. “Entertaining, huh? Careful—flattery like that might go straight to my head.” “Among other places,” Kirby shot back, smirking as Joe pulled him in for another kiss. Their connection burned hot, fast, and wild. They kept it casual—or so they said. When they weren’t together, Kirby was lighting up the Chaos community with sharp wit and relentless challenges, while Joe played along, the perfect foil to Kirby’s provocations. Jenna, the group’s sharp-eyed moderator, definitely noticed. “You two are ridiculous,” she’d said during a private call one day, watching them bicker like an old married couple during a live stream. “Do I even want to know what’s going on here?” Joe just laughed it off. “We’re just vibing, Jenna. Don’t overthink it.” But Jenna was right. The tension between Kirby and Joe wasn’t just playful—it was real, raw, and impossible to ignore. Everything came to a head one chaotic night. Kirby, never one to back down from a challenge, decided to put Joe’s reputation to the test. “Twenty bucks if you drink twenty beers tonight,” Kirby typed in the chat during a live session, his tone daring. Joe, lounging in his chair, smirked at the screen. “Twenty beers? For twenty bucks? You think I’m that cheap?”