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He was completely asleep from how drunk he was. "It looks like he's going to leave you looking like quite the liar," I said to Henry with a smile on my face. "Never bitch! I have videos..." he replied with a sly grin on his face. "Did you record it?" I asked with a shocked expression. "I always record my jerk-off sessions and sexual encounters; I create content for OnlyFans, you know?" "No way!" I said, more surprised than before. "Is that where my brother's sudden income comes from too?"

She said, pushing Diana on the shoulder. After a while, Diana's phone rang. It seemed to be her ex; she told her about the breakup that happened about six months ago, more like the bastard wanted to end it. But now the asshole has been calling Diana to pay him back all the money he spent on her. Looking at how Diana was begging the bastard on the other end, Grace could tell that she was the type who could easily be pushed around.

“That’s Dallas.” “How?” “Thanks to your boy toy. At least he has use for me.” I rolled my eyes. “Be nice.” “I know. He’s my favorite guy now. You haven’t checked your I*? The Bazz account just got five thousand new followers today. The engagement is skyrocketing.” “That’s good.” I chuckled as I took orders. “And that band?” “Yeah, they call themselves DemiGods.” “DemiGods? Like Percy Jackson?” I almost burst out laughing.

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And this absolute scum crying over his own mess. My sanity snapped. "Enough!" I kicked the door wide open and pointed right at Valerius on the sofa. "You two-timing bastard! You have the nerve to play the victim?!" Valerius's eyes bugged out. He was completely dumbfounded. "Lyra? What are you talking about?" "Cut the crap!" I marched right up to him, my eyes red. "Every night, you hack into my dreams with mind magic. You treat me like your secret whore, doing all those filthy things to me."

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

I dismiss them. The ladies leave us, having evident disappointments. “Did you have to do that?” Demi asks as soon as it's only the two of us at the table. “That could cause drama and terrible rumors about you.” “What rumors?” I cock a brow. “Gavin Morgan denies fans a selfie.” She says, dramatically shaking her head. I scoff. “I'm used to the drama. Besides, there's only one woman I'd love to take a selfie with.” “But I don't want to cause you drama,” she shrugs.