Clark Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

The moment it loaded, my eyes hardened. Claire was wearing a transparent gown. Practically everything was visible. She stood at the bar receiving drinks she had ordered while flashing a broad smile. Standing beside her was the same tattoo-covered man. He wore a nose ring and looked every bit like a gangster. As I stared at the image, a thought suddenly formed in my head. A question. Without hesitation, I clicked the reply label on the email. “I am currently checking the photos. But I have a question. This guy covered in tattoos, who is he?”

“Do you?” He paused, and I was sure, shaking his head. “And why are Elara's naked photos online?” What now? My heart dropped instantly. “Gramps, I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, my voice sounding small and pathetic. “Don’t lie to me!” he roared, the sudden volume making me flinch. “The timing… it all points back to you! I’m asking you once: Are you the one behind the release of these naked pictures of Elara? Did you do this? Did you think doing this now, after the disaster at the gala, was the right step?”