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position with Nathan in Chris’ strong arms. He wondered how they had ended up this way. However, what freaked him out the most was the fact that Chris had slept with only one layer of clothing; which is his undergarment. Nathan remembered that Chris had his basketball jersey and short pants on the night before. Without turning around, he could feel the other teenager’s firm as well as bare muscular chest against his back. He could also feel Chris’ soft rhythmic breathing on his nape and his heart thumping aloud on his back. Aside from this, Chris’ bare thighs were rubbing against his as their legs tangled against each other.

Two days later we're in Denver when everything falls apart. It starts with a phone call at 6 AM. Claire banging on my hotel room door. "Sloane, open up. Now." I stumble out of bed. Open the door. She looks panicked. Actually panicked. I've never seen her like this. "What's wrong?" "Marcus Webb leaked photos. Your photos. From Portland." My stomach drops. "What?" She shows me her phone. TMZ has an article up. **EXCLUSIVE: Lennon Cross's Secret New Album Photos LEAKED**

“A live feed just started streaming on an unlisted channel. Someone’s uploading what they present as the originals. It’s being seeded.” The words landed like a strike. Elena felt as if someone had opened the sky and let the rain into their small room. Damian’s hand tightened on her back, and on Jonah’s laptop a live window bloomed — uploading now, in real time, a file with a filename that made her stomach drop: *Kingstone_originals.mov.*

A reckless womanizer, but he was too cunning to let it show. Two years prior he had taken the media ablaze when he had recklessly and unprofessionally double-crossed two women in his company, which had erupted in a fierce fight between the women in the company’s premise erupted. To make matters worse, this incident happened only a month after he had had his nude photos leaked to the media, by some other lady he had used and discarded like trash, to deliberately hurt his reputation. If Chris couldn’t have Valerie, he thought then she had to be with someone better. Someone who wouldn’t make a cry , someone who knew her worth and wouldn’t waste her away. He didn’t feel Chase was that person.

Chris motions for me to come over, using his index finger with a mischievous smile on his face, I know what he’s thinking, the man wants to be in my pants every chance he gets. I remain still and sit on the barstool instead earning a dissapointed look from him which he doesn’t hide. I am not in the mood right now, I need someone to help me get to the bottom of this, I can’t go snooping around myself. “So how did you get the video of the old man? Don’t tell me he recorded a sex tape.” I say and Chris laughs. “Yep and when Chester hacked his home system for any useful info, we found him unclad, licking his Dom’s feet while he was being whipped.” Chris says shaking his head.

Chris said and I opened my eyes immediately. Wait, that is it? Is this a joke? I know about that, I showed it to him. What is he talking about? Mateo and Veronica looked confused as well as me. "And my upper body was naked but very well detailed," he completed and my eyes widened immediately. "Oh, my God!" I shrieked out immediately. "You saw that?!" I could not contain the shock I felt in me. "Yeah, babe" Chris replied with a stupid grin on his face. My hands went up to cover my face instantly.

Chris shook his head in denial "no, this is no mistake at all. I went to Chicago nightclub yesterday to have a few drinks when I saw Alex walk in, I wanted us to have a man talk but to my surprise, a few girls surrounded him and before I knew it, he started to entertain them, kissing and touching them in public, regardless of what anyone thought. I knew that if I told you this without any proof, you wouldn't believe me so I decided to take a few pictures. Fortune would never believe my words unless maybe I show her this". Asia abruptly shook her head, " I know fortune very well and she won't believe in these pictures. She will only believe in what she sees with her naked eyes". Chris sighed,

The leather chair felt cool against my bare ass, a constant filthy reminder that I was sitting in the middle of the marketing floor with no panties and my boss’s cum leaking out of me. My phone buzzed. Lucian Kane: Send me a picture. Right now. Show me how messy you are for Daddy. My face burned. I glanced around Ryan was on a call two desks away, headphones on. No one was looking directly at me. Heart hammering, I angled my phone under the desk, spread my legs just enough, and snapped a quick photo of my swollen, cum-smeared pussy. The flash was off. The image was obscene shiny folds, thick white streaks, a thin string of his release still connecting me to the chair.

Vincent's POV I poured myself more wine and remained seated in silence in the living room when suddenly my phone buzzed on the cushion beside me. I glanced at the screen. The contact name read: The Gravedigger. I picked it up and opened the message immediately. There it was. A video of Christopher's nude and pictures. Clear— Crisp— Undeniable— Front facing— And perfectly delivered. The kind of image that only came from someone on the inside with full access.