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作者: Olly Dy
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-24 19:23:58

Third Person POV

Jackson was barely down the hallway when the vibration hit his pocket. One buzz. Then another. Then two more in quick succession.

He pulled his phone out with a lazy swipe, intending to ignore it. But what greeted him on the screen made his breath catch in his throat.

Four new messages.

Four fucking photos.

The thumbnails were small, but his heart recognized the images before his brain could process them.

Him.

Liam.

In the front seat of the car.

Clothes off.

Bodies wrapped in sin.

Jackson’s hand trembled.

He tapped one open. It was taken from a distance, maybe from another car—or some goddamn drone? He couldn’t tell. But it was clear. It was them. Liam’s hand around his throat, Jackson’s head tipped back, lips parted, the kind of picture you couldn’t explain as anything else but sex. Hot. Raw. Messy.

The messages came from an unknown number.

“Does Avery know where Liam really puts his dick?”

His heart damn near stopped.

Who the fuck had their pictures?

Who had followe
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