Jordan Beckham Leak Novels & Stories

“Dante Blackwell. He was the one you saw earlier. After that, you ran. But why? I thought he was your mentor?” My face burned with shame. Becky had seen right through me. “That’s not true. I didn’t run because of him,” I lied weakly. She didn’t believe me. “Why are you running away from him?” Becky asked, and I became tongue-tied. I never imagined my lies would be so easily dismantled by her. What terrified me even more was that I didn’t know how much she actually knew. If she had been in this country five years ago, she wouldn’t have missed the scandal of my affair with Dante. Everyone knew back then. Everyone had whispered.

"But I have some news. There's something suspicious in the accident that rendered Chad… infertile. I don't have any leads into his past yet, but I thought I'd let you know that I will be pursuing this angle until I find something." "Great," I said, just as Becca placed her hands on my b*lls, gently pressing on them. It took all my self-restraint not to howl out from pleasure. "So… that's all right with you?" "Yes…" I c*mmed into Becca's mouth just as I finished the call, dropping my phone on the floor with a thud. I couldn't hold myself while trying to maintain a conversation. Her lips pressed onto my shaft, sucking me dry as if relishing and savoring me.

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

"Damian, I swear to you. I haven't even spoken to my friends since I moved here. I haven't left the house." "I know you didn't," Damian snapped, pacing toward the large kitchen window. He looked out at the security gates, his shoulders stiff as iron. "My PR team is already tracking the source. It was a leak from inside the municipal building. Someone saw a payout and took a picture through the window."

i paused, it was hard. Jeda had been my best friend for many years, hurting her was the worse thing i could have done, and she had every right to spill my toxicity to the media. "As for my engagement with the Beckhams, let the public ask questions from there. I'll be ready." She jotted everything down on her pad and nodded. "I like the angle, so, after this, i would like to set up some customary photoshoot featuring you and your new girl, so they can go on covers of magazines.

And why was everyone texting her? She opened a voicemail from Kyle and she nearly peed on herself upon listening. ‘MJ, I’ve been trying to reach you all day, where are you? Have you seen today’s paper?’ They are probably covering more on the Jackson and the mayor issue. MJ thought. ‘... there’s a four-page article covering Jorge’s shooting and his affair with Caroline Becker, and their sex tape has been leaked.’ NO. MJ felt the blood drain from her face as she played the next voicemail.

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere:

Jordan phone, who received quite an amount of public attention, also announced their new spokesperson, Bright Damien, but they didn't announce any upcoming dates for pre orders yet. Previously, Solomon made a post on his social media account about how his Jordan phone couldn't be used after he dropped it and how the hackers had infiltrated his phone systems. This post denied two of the greatest selling points that Jordan phone had, and some magazine seemed interested in interviewing him about this.

a voice yelled, loud and strong overshadowing the rest of the other voice. Maya’s body went still, her eyes wide in shock as she heard the question. “Don’t take the bait,” I said through gritted teeth, keeping a warm smile on my face as I waved to the cameras. Noah Beck, the slimy son of a nobody, had leaked the information to the press. How shameless could he be? From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Serena James; our PR strategist rushing towards us with a plastic smile on her face. “You have to address the journalist. Keeping quiet will only mean that he has won,” she muttered in a low tone.

His right hand has called to report on the flight patterns of the Blossom Media camp. "Master, our hunters have searched through every corner of Blossom Media’s abandoned cave, but our claws only turned up small amounts of evidence," Jordan reports, his voice sharp through the wire. "Amongst the scraps was the exact original image of Ava's muzzle pressing against your skin. This proof confirms it was indeed leaked by the cowards at that studio. They are currently hiding deep in the thick brush."