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That softness keeps me grounded. I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out my spare makeup bag. If I’m going to take this man apart, I need to look sharp doing it. Touching up my lipstick, I check my lashes, fluff my hair, and lift the mirror to scan for flat spots—then freeze. A flash of green in the reflection. Familiar. My mirror slips from my hand as I whip around. Nothing. “I could’ve sworn—” “El, he’s sweating like a whore in church,” Halle says as she returns. “Shirt’s soaked. Looks like he’s going to melt out of his jack… et… Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Hailey instantly pulled out of the hug and shifted away from Nolan leaving some inches between them “I’m not here for that” Nolan chuckled but Hailey couldn’t understand, She only stared at him in surprise. “Then why were you in that? Nolan said taking her off guard as he pointed at her wear. Hailey slowly took a glance at herself, She had put on a transparent nightmare that had revealed her cleavage, and her curves, and Her cupped boobs were showing slightly underneath. She immediately covered herself up with the robe. Hailey squeezed her face in embarrassment, she slowly raised back her head biting her lower lips.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

So at least, there was hope. Then perhaps was she severely injured? My heart thumped rapidly as I dragged my feet to the direction of the sound. I wrapped my hand around the door knob and I slowly pushed it open. The scene that graced my eyes was one that shocked me to my core. Nothing would have prepared me for what I saw. It wasn't close to anything that I had expected. Hailey laid fully unclad inside the bathtub with her two legs resting on either side of the tub. She had her eyes tightly shut while she fondled with her breasts with one hand and the other wasn't visible under the bubble bath but I knew exactly what was going on.

It’s surprisingly fun. Haley is in a blush pink halter bikini with short, gray jogging shorts. It’s cute how Carrick stands over her like a watchdog. This is also ironically funny because he’s a werewolf. The boys are in board shorts and white tank tops. Carrick and Haley desperately rush off to a private corner, and Juliet gazes around solemnly before she heads to the drink bar.

The phone began its trek around the group, each one surprised at Kelly's brazenness and the eroticism of the photo. Kelly was on her knees on the bed, nude, her red hair was splayed across one shoulder and across her back. Brigitte was behind her, her eyes visible just above Kelly's gorgeous rump, her nose seemingly pressed into Kelly's supple flesh. One arm was visibly coming up and pulling a bit of red hair, drawing Kelly's face upwards. Her eyes were closed and mouth open in a look of pure ecstasy. The photo made her feel very sexy, and she was very proud of it. "Wow," Marie said, handing the phone back.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.