Jen Bretty Leak Novels & Stories

My gaze landed on Kelsey's suspiciously oversized chest, and my voice took on an eerie tone. "If the impact is too hard and those implants really do burst, what leaks out won't just be silicone but also your—" "Shut up!" Kelsey shrieked, her voice so rough that it cracked. She seemed to realize she'd slipped up and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, staring at me with sheer terror in her eyes. Patrick, desperate to cover his embarrassment, jabbed a finger at me viciously. "Jillian, I'm giving you ten minutes to think it over! Either sign the agreement or be utterly ruined! Your choice!"

There was nothing she could do about it. I shook off the thought, scrolled the page, and read the article further. “It didn’t say anything about the rest of our proposal.” “The figure isn’t even accurate. You know it’s not just ten billion. But if this came out to the public, the other details might.” “Who do you think leaked this?” “Could be an insider. This isn’t a major problem for now, but I’ll call Sue to prevent anything else from coming out. Is there anything else?” Carter asked Billy.

His ass clenched tight around Jake's cock, milking every last drop out of it. They stayed there for a minute, catching their breath. Jake leaned forward, his chest resting against Braden's sweaty back. Braden's legs were shaking. Jake slowly pulled his cock out. Braden's hole was gaping open. A thick drop of white cum leaked out and ran down the quarterback's thigh. Jake stepped back and looked at the big jock. Braden was bent over, his ass in the air, leaking cum onto the field he ruled. He looked completely wrecked. Completely used.

"You don't mean that." "I do." "Dante—" "I do," I said again and turned to leave. "He's shady." Bret said it plainly. "I'm not talking about his height, I know that's not the issue. But he's what, five foot one? You're six five. He cannot put himself between you and a bullet aimed at your chest. He barely follows instructions. He's hiding something." He paused. "More than one something and I don't think it's a good idea for us to trust him."

"I appreciate you taking the call. I'm calling about the video broadcast on the news last night." "I'm listening," Maxwell said, unimpressed. Although in truth Maxwell expected another Lee to call him. Dexter Lee perhaps? "My younger brother, Dexter, is entirely responsible for that video," Damon revealed, skipping any corporate small talk. "He recorded it on the plaza last night and leaked it to the media out of pure spite. It was a completely reckless, stupid decision, and he had absolutely no authority to speak for our family or the company." “I know.” Maxwell said. “Of course you do.” Damon took a heavy breath and breathed out. “i assume you recognized his voice?” He asked.

The quiet life the Miller and Callister families had been holding onto was now being gambled away—turned into entertainment for those who had carefully planted unrest, layer by layer, so neatly that it was almost impossible to detect. At a large house on the outskirts of JiangShe, Bret Frederick had just slipped out through a side door, a black suitcase in hand. Everything had been planned. The news that was supposed to bring Daven Callister down would clear the path for Bret to step into the CEO’s position without resistance. But instead, the situation had turned—striking back at the very people who had tried to destroy Daven.