Heir Of Deception
I snatched the tablet from her hands, and there it
was, glaring back at me was a bold headline,
‘International model, Ari, ‘strikes’ again.’ Below it was
a thumbnail; I pressed play and dropped the tablet
when I saw the content. It was Derek and me at the
beach, naked, having sex. The clip was short, but it
didn't need context; it was clear. My fake sex tape is
on the internet!
Good Gods!
“This…..this isn't real.” I stuttered, looking at Stella.
“I know,” She said quietly. “But the world doesn't."