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Maybe something would distract her from the whirl of thoughts in her head. The first notification she saw was from Marco—of course. He had posted a black-and-white picture of the two of them, arms around each other, looking relaxed and happy. The words above the picture read simply: Love. Sade couldn’t help but admire the picture, even though it made her stomach twist a little. It was a sweet photo, no doubt, but the amount of attention it was getting bothered her. Over a hundred likes already, and people commenting things like "You guys are so cute!" and "Goals!" It made her feel uneasy, but she quickly closed the app, deciding not to let it bother her.

Ethan shouted. Liam didn’t say a word. Just clenched his jaw and looked away. I wanted to disappear right there. Practice ended tense and quiet and while I was backing up video files a notification buzzed on my phone. Then another. Then ten more. Then it kept multiplying within minutes. My heart dropped immediately when I checked, what is this? A video had gone viral. The clip I filmed earlier of Liam shirtless and teasing the camera. Someone screen-recorded it and added the caption “Hottest player in the league???” and boom hundreds of views, almost getting to a thousand within a few minutes.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

Does Mark know his sweet wife is fingering herself for strangers? A screenshot followed. A picture of me from last night; my lips parted in that rough moan. My breath hitched. “How?” I typed back fast, my fingers trembling around the keyboard. “Please, I’ll refund everything, just delete the picture.” He replied with his biggest tip ever: I don't accept refunds, just turn on the video call and no voice changer this time. Say my name while you touch that soaked pussy. Shame burned inside my chest. Mark trusted me yet here I was clicking accept on the video call because the heat pooling between my legs weighed more.

I scream, my face pressing against the grass. Jeff chuckles. “Planning to escape? That’s not possible now, is it?” “Yeah, sorry about all of this. It’s really nothing personal.” Mark grabs me by the hair and makes me look at him. “The money is just too good to pass up.” With that, he slaps me across the face. The sensation of his palm hitting my cheek is so strong that black spots start to dance in my vision. He holds me steady, but my body is lolling around.

She shrugs. "You did what?" Mark asks angrily, his beer can crumpling slightly in his hand, and the color drains from her face. "You filmed two people in a private moment? You really are an unhinged person, Piper." "Oh, it's nothing compared to what she really did with that tape," Kent reveals, and Piper's cocky smile wavers. "Do you want to say it, or should I?" "I have no idea what you mean," she says, trying to mask her nervousness.

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"I'm a p**n star." Marcus chokes on his drink. Jackson's eyes go wide. "Seriously?" Jackson asks. "Seriously." I pull out my phone, show them my verified account on one of the major sites. "Been doing it for five years. Love my job." "Holy shit," Marcus mutters, scrolling through. "I've actually—" He stops, his ears going red. "Seen my videos?" I finish for him, amused. "It's fine. That's literally the point." Liam comes back with my drink—something blue and strong—and immediately the other two start whispering to him. I watch his face change as he processes the information, going from confused to shocked to very, very interested.

“Bullshit.” I chuckled. “I thought you’d say that. That’s why I have a little… teaser for you.” Before he could say another word, I sent him one of the tamer images. A shot of Marco, half-dressed, eyes dazed, his entire posture screaming scandal. I waited. Five seconds. Ten. Then— “Holy fuck.” I smiled. There it was. “You’re serious?” Amara sounded breathless, his usual composure cracking. “Dead serious.”

A list of requirements stares back at me. I need to upload at least four photos, one showing my full body, fully clothed, and another with my face clearly visible. There’s also an option to include explicit images, though those remain locked unless I manually approve someone to see them. I scroll through my images, debating over which ones are the best to add. I could sabotage it by adding awful ones but something tells me he will figure out my plan. “You have plenty of fucking photos,” Mark says impatiently. “Seriously, Harper, fucking pick some.”