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“They’re talking about this everywhere.” “Good,” I said. He studied the piece. “This one’s my favorite.” “Why?” I asked. “Because it forces people to see themselves,” he replied. “No filters. No power. Just truth.” “That’s what scares them,” I said. “Yes,” he agreed. “And that’s why they lose.” My phone buzzed one last time. Unknown number. I opened it carefully. You’ve made your statement. This isn’t over. I deleted it without replying.

Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

"Lena Jones is unmarried and pregnant, yet she plans to keep it a secret from the public!" "Bryan West, who publicly claimed to be a doting boyfriend, has been revealed as a fraud! Lena Jones as the 'other woman' shamelessly demands that he can't be with his girlfriend. This is outrageous!" It took ten minutes for the West Corp's team to finally cut off the live feed from the skyscraper. However, the explicit images and content were already stored on everyone's phone in Harbor City, making a lasting impression. Amid the chaos, Felix and his wife, along with the shareholders of the West Corp, retreated hastily. They locked themselves inside the headquarters, their voices raised in protest.

“I love you.” Jesus fuck. Khatri’s throat clogs and his eyes bulge, and when Matthew presses his lips to those cum-written words on the window, Khatri’s mind shatters. Lust and need collide, a fever spiking hot and sick through his veins. he stumbles back a step, hands fumbling under his soutane, before unzipping his fly right there in the open, leaning against the tree. His thick cock bobs free and he grips it hard, jerking himself in the field like an animal. His eyes stay glued to that cum-scrawled, I love you, to the boy collapsing back into bed, sated and filled with adoration. he loves me. he fucking loves me, Khatri thinks, spitting on his palm before returning his hands back to his d

“Let's go to a quiet room, where you can at least rest a bit before joining the party later. She instantly nodded, and I quickly led her to a room down the hallway. Getting into the room, I helped her into the bed, and within seconds she drifted into a deep sleep. I watched her for a second before stepping out to call the guy who will help me take her nudes. By this time tomorrow, she would find herself on the net with the picture of the guy, and this would make Trent annoyed for denting the image of Knight Industries, and they would terminate her employment with him, and she would never get a chance to move close to Trent anymore.

And just as expected, they ate it up. The caption makes me scoff internally: “ENSTRAGED LOVER AND MIAMI’S MOST ELIGIBLE PLAYBOY IZAAC ARMANI CAUGHT IN A STEAMY KISS WITH BANKRUPT HEIRESS BROOKLYN WHEELER. HAS A WOMAN FINALLY PUT THIS HEARTBREAKER IN A CHOKEHOLD… OR SHOULD WE SAY COCKHOLD?” Fucking ridiculous. “Is that you or not?” Mother demands, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

I placed my ears in the door for more clearance but couldn't quite get what it was. I opened the knob and saw her big boobs bounce up and down as he slowly thrust her wet pussy. If this was uploaded on pornhub, it probably would have been titled "Man fucks the nerdy secretary." He looked into her eyes as he held both her legs on his shoulders, giving her a missionary of her life on the desk while she moans in pleasure. She licked her index fingers and placed them down her pussy, rubbing them slowly in circles while he pounded on her as she couldn't get enough of him.

He is the captain of not just the lacrosse team but also the swimming team. Okay, star boy Parker. There was a pinned image on his page and I clicked on it. He and Emerald stood on either side of Mary Thompson and she had the widest smile on her face. The caption under it read: The future of Princeton 2014. Yeah, whatever. Money talks. What am I even doing? I don’t have to play into these people's games. I don’t need to know anything about them. I logged off and closed my computer. “That’s enough social media for one day,” I said as I plugged in my headphones and played Elton John’s Sacrifice, and closed my eyes. Before long the gentle heartbreak song lulled me to sleep.

"Who were you talking to?" "No one," I stated almost too harshly. Ava's accusatory gaze hardened on me before she stepped inside quickly and headed to my bed. Before I could realize it, she was holding my laptop and the gasp that came after was enough to make me want to disappear forever. "Give me that!" I demanded and lunged forward for it but she jumped away. "Oh my God, Tessaiah Prescott! Were you watching porn?" she squealed. "No, I wasn't!" "Yes you were!" she spelled out the words as if she was uttering the best words in the world. "This is huge!" she squealed again.