Erin Gilfoy Leaked Novels & Stories

“Austin… this is damning. But are you sure? If this leaks” Austin cut him off, his voice like a knife slicing silk. “It won’t leak. Until I want it to.” Silence. Heavy. Thick with the awareness that Austin was tightening a noose around Greg’s neck — and the board was watching him do it. ..✿.. Meanwhile, Lucy sat in the DiMarco penthouse, curled up on the sofa, scrolling through her phone. Her name. Her face. Splashed across gossip blogs and tabloids. “Gold-digger fiancée.”

she warned. "Bring it on; I look forward to it." I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper: Kent was right; the video was leaked by Leila, not Jared. But for me, there's no difference anymore. They are both bad fruits that sprung from the same tree “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” I apologized. “What do you mean dragging me into this?” "Bringing you along with me... You lost face..." My voice was low; regardless of how much I tried to control it, the sorrowful emotions still leaked out.

It was Andrade. In bed. At one of the suites we had fucked. There was no sound at first, just movement, skin on skin, then the moans came—my moans—and the slamming sound of Andrade's huge cock in my hole. My hands started shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. “Fuck,” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. “Fuck!” My chest tightened again, worse than before. How did this happen? Who the hell leaked this? How did anyone even get access to that footage?