Jessie Sims Leaked Novels & Stories

I could still feel Cain’s breath hot against my neck, the deep thrust of him hitting that perfect spot that made me forget my own name, the way he’d whispered how tight and wet I was for him right before I shattered. “You leaked the affair,” I hissed. “I didn’t.” His gaze flicked to my mouth for a fraction of a second. “Don’t lie to me.” My voice cracked. The air between us felt alive. But even as Simon stood there, all I could think about was Cain and how I still craved that dangerous, consuming hunger. Gabriel shifted. “Simon, this is—” “Stay out of it.” Simon’s attention never left me. “Twenty-four hours. Or the unedited version goes public.”

It's good that I protected my virginity! [Jazmine: Let's meet up, girls! That's juicy news, Lisa! You need to tell us every detail you guys did in that room!] [Lisa: Why not? I even recorded it. 🤣🤣] [Arianne: OMG! Seriously Lisa?] [Lisa: Yes, of course, it's my first, and I want it to be more memorable.] [Jazmine: You're crazy! What if the video gets leaked?]

It didn’t feel light to Jess. "Okay... you didn't think to tell us any of this before we all gave you our blood?" Jess asked. Something about this new information didn't sit well. The idea of some mystery dream man caused the hairs on her forearm to stand erect. Or maybe it was the draft from the windows. Jess hugged herself, feeling a chill on the air. She noticed Sammy doing the same. "In other news, the post I created on Kiaan’s account went viral. He's up to forty-five thousand followers," Caine said, looking down at his screen.

The same words came through on both of their phones. "This is bad, Mr. Shepard!" "This is bad, Jessie!" Since 8:00 pm, the internet had been flooded with intimate photos of Jessie and Lennon, along with news about their fake marriage and how Lennon had been playing both sides.

My heart sank as anger boiled beneath the surface. "What the hell is this?" I demanded. "Oh, Richard," Nadia said, her voice mockingly sympathetic. "When I saw that video, I couldn’t believe it myself. I had to send my assistant to investigate. And guess what? It was Tammie who leaked it." My grip tightened around the phone. "That’s not possible." "It is," she insisted. "She’s not who you think she is. You deserve better than this, Richard. You know where to find me if you need someone who truly cares."

“So whoever’s behind this still has the footage.” “Not just that,” Ethan said. “They’re planning to release it.” Lola’s pulse spiked. “How do you know?” He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. On the screen was a message time stamped only ten minutes earlier. Unknown Number: “Truth belongs to everyone. Midnight upload. Enjoy your last few hours of secrets.” Lola’s hands went cold. “He’s going to leak everything?” Ethan nodded. “Every recorded file, every video. Everyone in this dorm will be exposed.”

As I moved things around, I anxiously listened to the radio at the constant buzzing news that had been coming out. It had been four days since the Kingsley-Simmons scandal, and ever since Alaric’s huge tell-all at his farce of a wedding, the screen has been running with ongoing updates. “This just in!” the news anchor announced. “Simmons Heiress, Livia Simmons, former fiance of Alaric Kingsley has been brought up on charges of Assault, Blackmail, Defamation, and leaking trade secrets from the Kingsley Group!” “I can’t-I need to take a break from this.” I finally found my words. “This is just too much.” I turned to dial down the volume when the news anchor’s voice came bursting through again.

"Leaked her dirty secrets to the press and let the media tear what's left of her reputation apart." Before Evan could even turn on his heel, the sharp buzz of my personal phone vibrated against my desk. I snatched it up, expecting a call from Isla’s security detail. But it wasn't a call. It was an encrypted text from an unknown number. I unlocked the screen, and the air completely left my lungs. It was a photo of Isla collapsing into the arms of Simon. His arms were wrapped securely around her frame, pulling her tightly against his chest while his face hovered mere inches from hers. The angle of the shot was impeccably framed, dripping with a sickening intimacy that looked entirely deliberat

My stomach dropped. I opened the texts. CALL ME NOW ADRIAN FUCKING CALL ME This is bad. This is really bad. They have photos. Someone leaked photos. Call me before you see them. Please. Photos? What photos? I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door before calling Samir back. "Finally," he answered on the first ring. "Where are you?" "Julian's place. What's going on? What photos?" "Someone leaked photos of you and Julian. Together. Kissing outside your studio. Going into his building. Coming out the next morning. They're all over social media. Art blogs, gossip sites, everywhere."

She drank a shot and Madison joined her, "who did you guys send a dirty text to" "Well for me it was an ex," Jessie replied. "My manager," all of them turned surprised at Madison. "Your manager?" "Yes, I had been having a non-clingy affair with someone then and sent it to my manager..." "What is it me?" Josephine asked and she nodded. "Wow... I didn't know," "That's because I didn't tell you, I was mortified about it and didn't send it to you again," "That's understandable," "Let's move on Josephine ..."