Emma’s hand shook as she stared at the screen, the photo burning into her retinas like a brand. There they were she and Jake on the balcony table, mid-thrust, her legs wrapped around him, his hands gripping her thighs. The angle was from the trees, hidden and voyeuristic. Kayla’s message pulsed below it, Game on.Jake snatched the phone from her, his face hardening into something dangerous. “That bitch.”Emma wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold despite the summer night. “How did she get that? Was she watching us?”Jake’s jaw clenched, muscles ticking. He scrolled up, seeing the earlier texts from the unknown number the ones he’d sent her himself, teasing about tomorrow. “She must have hacked my old number or something. Fuck.” He tossed the phone onto the couch and pulled Emma against him, his body a wall of heat and tension. “I’m handling this. Now.”“What are you going to do?” she asked, voice small.His eyes met hers stormy, fierce. “Confront her. End this shit before it
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