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The young woman's expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. With the same adorable smile, she said to Liam flirtatiously, "I'm Lexi. I'm a live streamer." Lexi stood next to Liam as she spoke, showing him her phone. She leaned her arm close to Liam's and continued, "Look at my account. I have a few hundred thousand followers. "So, handsome, we're considered acquainted now, aren't we? Can you buy those holes for me? I like them. Pretty please." Liam felt sick as he saw the young woman getting close to her. He immediately took two steps back, putting a distance between the two of them. He glanced at her phone and asked, "You said you're a live streamer. Are you

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

As his last words entered my heart like an arrow meeting his target I told him I love him too and kissed him widely, as he wrapped his hands around me and took me to the room where we made love and shared a lot of intimacy with each other that my body couldn't stop craving for me. I woke up the next day to the sound of him bathing in the bathroom and I smiled happily while breathing in his colonge. It was at that moment I heard a ding sound from my phone and it was a video sent from an anonymous number, I played the video to see Lexi taking a glass of wine from an unknown man and giving it to me which I drank from it, it suddenly occurred to me that this was the video of me and Lexi partying

Just watching. That was worse. Every other night I knew his next move. Tonight I didn’t, and the not knowing sat under my skin like a splinter I couldn’t locate. I went to get dressed. “Big spender,” Mikela said, nodding toward the VIP corridor. “Asked for you specifically. He’s clean, has a good record, and tips well.” “Name?” “Marcus Cole. Property developer. Been coming here for six months.” She handed me the booking slip. “Don’t say no.”

He simply sent Rowan off with a single command. “Trace the digital upload. Now.” Fifteen minutes later, Rowan returned. “I found it. The leak came from a burner account—but the IP traces back to an address registered under Selena Vale.” Elias’s fingers drummed once against the armrest. “Selena Vale.” “Yes, sir.” “The stepmother of the competitor.” “Yes.” “And the daughter?” Rowan swallowed. “Lucinda. She’s… been pushing gossip anonymously on multiple platforms.” Elias leaned back, expression unreadable.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, barely audible. This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is your stepfather. Your mother’s husband. But my brain was foggy, drowning in lust and adrenaline and that dangerous thrill of doing something forbidden. I pulled my phone out with my other hand, unlocking it, opening the OnlyFans app. I knew exactly what I was doing. This was my job. I hit record.

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

==Olivia== I woke up to the sound of a phone call. Awesome, it was from Leah. “Morning, Leah. Thanks for the really needed present.” She squealed. “You liked it? I bet you did!” I rolled my eyes. Leah's present was two pairs of Victoria’s secret lingerie. Among the most outrageous things she had sent, this took the lead. “Oh yes. Cos I work in a club and my success really depend on how flimsy my underwear is.”.

The brave little saint, she was nothing more than a contractual placeholder. And now the world would know. I didn’t waste time. My phone buzzed in my hand as I scrolled through my anonymous contacts. One name jumped out, Lexi— the gossip queen behind Fabulous Feline. A tacky little blog, yes, but one that had taken down politicians and celebrities alike with its whispers. I pressed dial. It rang twice before a chirpy, dramatic voice answered. “Lexi speaking! Who do I have the honor of gossiping with today?”

Once back on the bus, she smiled as she saw Jenna had already sent her a friend request. When she opened her inbox, there was a message from the lad who'd messaged her earlier—the one she'd forgotten all about. There was no text, just a video. Lexi knew what it was before she clicked play. She could clearly be seen in the background of the shot, standing like a drunk mannequin behind the violent beating on that kitchen floor. 'Damn it, this is bad.'