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Chloe didn’t think Declan spent many nights alone. She eased her way out from under his arm and then out of bed, tiptoeing across the bedroom to the ensuite. She closed the door and took care of business. As she washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess - classic sex hair - but her skin glowed and her eyes sparkled. Orgasms were a little-known beauty secret and the more you had the better the results. Chloe gave herself a little smirk before sticking her head back into the bedroom. Declan was still asleep. She tiptoed back into the room and took a moment to admire his body. The sheet had dropped low on his waist exposing all of that gorgeous man-chest

"Chloe, do you have a moment? I need to talk to you about something." Chloe glanced at his serious expression displayed on the screen, and a hint of unease crept into her heart. "I have time. Go ahead." "I stumbled upon these photos on some foreign websites..." As he spoke, her attention was diverted by a notification on her computer. Chloe set down her phone and reached for her mouse, clicking to open the new email that had just arrived. In the photos, she found herself seated on Icarus' lap, both of them scantily clad in their underwear. The backdrop revealed a private room within a restaurant, evoking an indescribable sense of lasciviousness in their gestures and actions.

She snaps her fingers and Philip stops what he is doing, reaching into his coat pocket to place a stack of printed photographs under her hand. Chloe's eyes widen. She stares at the photographs, unable to comprehend what could possibly be enough to get her own mother to turn against her. That's when Hannah begins to toss the photos onto the bed, Chloe’s sins finally revealed to her and the room around them. They are pictures of her kissing Reid. Photographs of Chloe in clubs with men while she's drunk out of her mind, smirk on her face as she pulls them into the bathroom. Other photo show her leaving the bathroom, clothes and make up messy with love bites, bruised into her neck.

Inside the boat that took my men and I back to the mainland, I sat down, reading a newspaper when Stone walked in with updates on Miss Kim and Grace. While I can't touch Miss Kim for now, Dealing with Grace isn't a problem. After I carried Katalina into her room yesterday morning, Stone had the girls taken to Miss Kim's apartment, where he continued filming their debauchery. “Take a look, boss.” Stone handed me a phone. On it was the clip of Grace. She was naked and on her knees. She was kneeling in front of a man whose face was out of shot. She had his cock in her mouth and was staring at him with glazed eyes. Slippery saliva was gushing out of her mouth as he swayed back and forth, thrusti