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However, she suddenly saw the trending news. "Breaking news! Leaked photos of the former CEO of Lane Group, Xavier Lane, and Daphne Reyes being intimate from eight years ago!" She clicked into the news and saw a few photos of Daphne and Xavier in bed. Jackie was shocked. "I know Mr. Xavier had been with this celebrity before, but who leaked these photos?" The discussions online were going wild. Meanwhile, Jeremiah saw the news as well, and he smiled. He wanted to see how Xavier would explain the situation since he was pretending to have amnesia.

Chris had kept out of the public eye since the trial, keeping a low profile after he attempted to murder Atlas in the middle of a courtroom on live television. Judy handed me her phone, which was tuned into the city news network. "And after two months of radio silence and speculation that he had fled the country, Chris Hansen, Alpha of the Hansen pack, has appeared in a recent string of paparazzi photographs," the news anchor reported. Several images appeared on screen. I gritted my teeth with rage when I saw that it was Chris in what looked like a private pool, twined intimately in provocative poses with a woman who was none other than Aria.

Though not the worst of it. Brad’s grasp on her hand tightened. Knowing these two men—men, not boys—sympathized gave her the courage to tell the rest. Raising her head, she focused on Cain. On his anger. Somehow, it strengthened her, the fact that he was so blindly furious for her. “The thing is, he didn’t just tell his friends; he showed them. This was before F******k was popular, but he’d hidden a camera in the car and posted nude pictures I didn’t even know he’d taken. They were up on another social networking site that was popular at the time, and I only heard about them when one of my friends, a boy in that same class, saw them. Christa freaked when I told her what happened, but not as

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Damn he's dick is so addictive, her puxxy was screaming for more . He chuckles squeezing her breasts " even your body can't say no to me " " Ouch " she moans ,he was pinching her nipples. Voices and footsteps were heard from outside the door but none heard it cause they were so deep in what they were doing. The door bursts open and crowd of reporters rush inside, taking hundreds of pictures at once . Chris and Camilla was frozen in shock , they were stark naked surrounded by reporters . 🗣️ Oh my gosh what do you have to say about this

Chapter 9: The Test The scandal broke on a Monday morning like a bomb. A “anonymous source” (probably that asshole Tyler) sold a video. Not full penetration, but damning enough — grainy security footage from the rooftop party balcony showing Ryder railing me against the railing, my face clearly visible in the reflection, his hand around my throat while I moaned like a whore. It was all over social media, sports sites, and even mainstream news by noon. “Riot Kane and Julian Voss Caught in Explicit Gay Encounter — NHL’s Hottest Rivalry Turns Romantic?”

Sienna’s POV My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen in horror. The leaked photos from the pool were everywhere — blurry but clear enough. My back against the wall, Nova’s hand between my legs, my face twisted in pleasure. The headlines were brutal. “Corrupt Cop Caught Fucking Rockstar Criminal” “Whore Cop Trades Badge for Rockstar Dick” Hate messages flooded in faster than I could scroll. “Disgusting slut.” “Hope you lose your job.” “Your mother must be so proud.”

For a second, I can’t do anything but stare. They’re all standing together, their jeans pulled open just enough to free their c*cks, like it’s nothing. Groaning under my breath, I swipe to the next image. It’s Mason, sitting in a leather chair, his dark hair falling slightly into his face. He’s naked, leaning back, one hand wrapped around himself. The tattoos on his hand trail up to his arm, and when I look closer, I spot the metal piercing through the top of his c*ck.