Novel & Cerita Emily Faye Miller Sextape

] My hand froze over the screen. That nickname… Fucking weird. But what was weirder? The contact was pinned to the top. The phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture. I shouldn’t look. This was Maya’s business. But my eyes were already locked on the screen. The photo showed a set of black lace lingerie. So sheer it was almost transparent. Next to it… My face burned. Things I’d only seen in movies. Bondage gear. My heart pounded. Maya was into…

I replied to Myles with a deep kiss to him. "Let's talk about your ex-wife Rose. How is it going over with burying our sex tape?" Myles said inquisitively. "Yeah, I've got her boyfriend kept hostage under strict watch, and she has no choice but to forfeit the sex tape, or she'll blame herself for the cause of her disabled boyfriend's death," I detailed, fully informing Myles. "You're the best, Kellerman; you're fuckin the best," Myles said as he climbed over me, kissing me passionately.

He had to respect her fire. Knox's expression remained stoic, but Serena could feel the displeasure thrumming through him like a livewire. His amber eyes bored into Dimitri's, silently demanding he continue his report. Dimitri swallowed again and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other. "That's not all, Master," he admitted reluctantly, running a hand through his disheveled dark hair. "There's...there's a sex tape. Of the madam. It's trending all over the internet and going viral as we speak."

Stella nodded. They went to a food stall nearby and got some hotdogs. While waiting for the hotdogs to be prepared, he spoke, "This case is quite bizarre. One of the deceased is Mila Zachary, a high school student who had good academic results. She was also a social butterfly. Three months ago, she came to the police with her parents to report that she'd been forcibly r*ped by a classmate, Bobby Lameer, but that case was closed within a few days. We performed an audit and found that there was an extra one million dollars in their account, so it is highly likely that Bobby's family had settled the matter with money.

Mitch knocked on his office door and entered. Theo turned and nodded at the low table in the corner of the room. "I'll examine Jose there." Mitch sat down at the table and immediately spread the papers in front of Theo. "Josephine Miller, twenty-seven, born in Connecticut, to father Harris and mother Martha Miller." Theo sat across from Josephine. "Why do those names sound familiar to me?" A few years ago, all the media were buzzing about Harris Miller due to numerous business frauds and tax evasion. He and his family lived in a palace worth twenty million dollars, they had summer houses in France and Hawaii - I mean, they were more than well-off. "Theo remembered that story.

The shame that they had put me through for the entire day could be wiped out because of what Emily-Mae had just discovered. “I’m confused, though. Why would you agree to record a sex video?” she looked up at me, doing that adorable thing with her eyes again that made my heart go pitter-patter. Did I mention she had lovely long lashes and a cute as fuck bottom lip that I could latch onto for an eternity and suckle. “Seth?” “Uh...Staysha got off on it.” She made a face.

Snooping through her father’s study was something she always did as a teenager, it was mostly out of boredom which later morphed into curiousity and till now it was a habit she was hesitant to let go off. Mostly she found files she had no business with, since her father’s company was mostly about managing TV stars, they were a lot of audition tapes, one time she found the sex tape of a popular actress and she had gotten so excited to discovering something juicy that she always came back in hopes to find more sex tapes, and that was what she came looking for that sunny afternoon to ease the slow panic that rose in her chest from Emily’s situation, rifling through her father's desk with an imp

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

She clicked through files until she found what she was looking for: the hidden folder labeled “Q3 Reports.” Inside were videos. Photos. Messages. Her stomach dropped as she clicked the first video. There was Lila — her own baby sister — bent over Rhys’s office desk like a common whore, skirt rucked up around her waist, moaning like a bitch in heat while Rhys slammed into her from behind. The audio was crystal clear. “Fuck me harder, Rhys! I’m your dirty little homewrecker!” Elena’s hand flew to her mouth, but she didn’t close the video. She couldn’t. Her thighs pressed together as she watched her husband’s thick cock disappear repeatedly into Lila’s dripping, stretched pussy.

Emily has always been telling me that there is a thing between them but I didn't believe it until now. She begins to cry more and I grab her hair. "Talk to me." She remains silent as she sobs quietly and I can see the guilt in her eyes. Slowly, she starts to nod. I am about to open my mouth to ask her what it is she is talking about when she opens up and answers. "Yes, we had sex." I stand up abruptly, dropping her to the floor with my jaws open. I thought there was still a chance for me. I thought Emily would be mistaken but I am wrong. Emily was right. And Celine is indeed a bitch.