Keyshia Cole Sextape の小説・ストーリー

“Because just say the word because I’m always ready to fight.” “I know,” I laugh. “Go eat. Dance, and don’t fight anyone.” She grins. “I’ll try.” We talk about how Keisha and Kole, who are apparently inseparable, and then Maya talks about the latest drama about another Keisha possibly having a baby by him too. I just blink. “Lord, girl I was there when she called him.” She scans the crowd. “Who is that sexy chocolate over there that constantly keeps staring at me?” I squint. “He’s more… white chocolate.”

Cole said. " Begin! “ She yelled and Jeffrey sobbed. " I didn't want to do it. I was so scared. She asked me to do it. “ " Do what? “ " She knew I was involved in her death so she threatened to expose me if I don't give her a recording of my sex video with Arleta. She made me swear to record everytime we had sex. “ “ And how many recordings have you sent?" “ Once. I didn't send our first time, it was too sacred. I didn't want the whole world to see the first time we had sex so I only recorded the second time and sent it to her. I didn't want to do it believe me. " He cried.

Khione went straight to Arte, whispering good morning to her while Diana approached her husband, kissing his head. 'Sources confirm that last night’s leaks - originating from an anonymous insider - exposed months of clandestine correspondence between Cole Bianchi and supposed heiress Ebony Walters, as well as a cascade of secret meetings recorded in real time. We’ve obtained key excerpts:' The screen changed to show screenshots of text messages, playing slow enough for the viewers to read before they changed, the news anchor reading them out. Cole -> Arte (10:15 AM) "Hey, love, can't make lunch - Dad is dragging me to the office. I'll see you tonight (heart)"

Seb FOR THREE years, I carried a piece of scorched metal in my pocket—the only remnant recovered from the vehicle explosion that supposedly claimed her life. The family called it a t ragedy. The syndicate called it closure. I called it a lie. “We’ve secured the perimeter, Boss,” Matteo said, stepping into the dim light of my private study. I didn’t look up from the security monitors displaying the various angles of the penthouse hallway. On the central screen, Bela was sitting on the edge of the bed, her chin resting in her hands, staring blankly at the floor. The emerald green dress wrinkled around her knees.

“Personal… Naughty…. Things….” Shit. My eyes widen. I want to protest, but the look of triumphant in her eyes warns me to stop lying to her. But how does she know? My stomach sinks, and my mouth suddenly goes dry. She leans a little closer to me and whispers, “Some were even close to being sexting.” SHIT!! SHE KNOWS!!! I open and close my mouth, but nothing comes out. What do I even say? I want to deny it, but she knows I’m lying.

Their relationship was over a year and for that long, they've had sex multiple times, so it scared her to count how many videos he had saved… “You're joking, aren't you?” She asked, her voice shaky and almost unheard. Kylie chuckled dryly and sat on the other chairs in the visitation room. “Doubt me at your own risk. Now, listen to me carefully. You'll get me out of here without any issue else be prepared to have over 100 videos of your sex tapes flying around the internet.” “Then I wonder what your father would think of you. That could actually be the main hindrance towards getting the company. So make your choice wisely.” Kylie grinned evily as he said this.