AvaSleep evaded me like a cruel lover. Every time I closed my eyes, the image burned behind my lids: Marcus’s hands on me, the hidden camera’s voyeuristic gaze. By dawn, I had almost convinced myself it was a sick prank. A jealous teammate or a nightmare.But the messages felt too real. Too calculated.I dragged myself to practice, stomach in knots. Marcus’s eyes found me instantly, his brow furrowing at whatever haunted expression I wore.“What happened?” he demanded the moment he could.“Nothing.”“Ava.” His voice dropped, laced with that commanding tone that usually made me weak.I looked away. “Nothing.”He closed the distance, reaching for my arm. I jerked back. His face darkened with realization.“Who contacted you?”The question confirmed my worst fears. He knew something. “You know about this?”“Show me,” he said, voice tight.In his office, door locked behind us, I handed over my phone. He stared at the photo, his knuckles whitening around the device.“Where did this come f
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