Nikki Sims Leaked 소설 & 이야기

Michael POV "I don't know what she is talking about." I grumbled, lying uncomfortably on a twin size mattress. "Yes, you do." Vinnie cleared his throat. He was sitting on a chair beside me, fingers on the bridge of his nose. "We are so fucked. We thought someone was trying to hack our accounts to move money, but they were really leaking info to Niko this whole time." "I'm trying to understand, Vinnie, but I feel like I might throw up. Spell it out and quickly." I asked with a deep whine.

“No. NO.” “Two—someone stole a gallery photo of me.” “You are the drama,” she whispered reverently. “Three—Emily hooked up with a photographer who is now very… relevant.” “Oh, my God, it’s like Gossip Girl: European Edition.” “Four—Emily’s nudes got leaked.” Annalise let out an actual shriek. “I saw that! I thought it was a deepfake! Is she okay?!” “She is,” I said, smiling faintly. “Because five—we did a nude shoot in a vineyard to reclaim her image.”

But no, at the last minute—literally, two and a half hours before show time, Nikki “came down with something.” Please. She was about as sick as a catwalk model with a sprained nail. I bet she had gotten sucked into the rabbit hole of the rumors swirling around the company and decided she didn’t want to be the public face of the drama for even one night. Coward. And guess who got volunteered as tribute?

"So she's bitter and has a camera. Fun." I sit down next to her, suddenly exhausted. "Aren't you worried? She has your face on that photo.." Simone turns her head and looks at me with those half-lidded eyes. "Damien, honey. I'm a stripper." "I know." "My dignity left my body the first time a bachelor party paid me to snort a line off a glass table and they fucked me afterwards." "That's not—" "My nudes are already on three different subreddits… my ex posted them years ago." She shrugs. "Some reporter with a grudge? That's Tuesday."

He sneered and continued, "Bonnie is my fiancee, and the mother of my son. I'd be criminally insane to hurt her just to get revenge on you. What the hell is wrong with you?" Sean immediately frowned upon hearing this. "Not only that, but you even wrongfully accused Nikki of seducing Terry Simmons!" "That wasn't a wrongful accusation," a frail voice echoed from the end of the hallway as soon as Sean finished his sentence. The Landry family butler had appeared at the end of the hallway, clutching a recording device in his hand. "Mr. Wheeler, you had fallen for Nikki's tricks." He strode over to Sean and handed the recording device to him. "Terry Simmons is a sick bastard and has a disgusting h

I asked a stream of questions into the still air. The room fell completely silent. Just when I assumed I would not get an answer, my laptop screen flickered on by itself. A single search bar glowed in the center of the screen. The letters appeared on the search bar one by one, typed by an unseen hand. N-A-T-H-A-N-I-E-L S-I-M-M-O-N-S. Nathaniel Simmons. The results loaded instantly. The top link was a news article from five years ago. The headline read, [Tragedy Claims Rising Finance Star Nathaniel Simmons in Fatal Crash.]

“Aaron found out who was the one who leaked the photos. She's someone you know as well.” Danielle thought about it. “Someone I know?” Karl continued with a cheeky expression, “This person goes to your school quite often too.” Danielle was utterly bemused. “I have no clue. Just say it to me straight.” “There's no way you don't have a clue. Even I was surprised. Apparently, Lucy Simpson was the one behind this.” “Lucy Simpson?” Danielle subconsciously raised her voice. “She has no relation with Luna. I don't think they're even acquainted with each other. Why would she do something like this?”

Anonymous accounts dissecting their lives like meat on a table. By the time she arrived, her chest felt tight—like the air itself was judging her. The gate opened after a brief call. Simon was already waiting when she walked in. He took one look at her and frowned. “You look like someone just set your world on fire.” She laughed but it came out broken. “That’s because they did.” He closed the distance between them. “Sit.” Vivienne barely made it to the couch before the dam broke. “They leaked it,” she said. “The contract. Damian. Aria. Everything.”

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.

Heat flooded her cheeks; she deleted it, but another followed: Do it, or I leak our little chat. Her fingers trembled as she hiked up her blouse in the empty restroom, snapping a quick shot of her bra-clad breasts, nipples still tender and visible through the lace. Sent. His reply: Good slut. Pinch them for me now. Nia obeyed, thumbs rolling the peaks, a soft gasp escaping as pleasure shot to her pussy. Back at her desk, the draft blurred, her pussy clenching emptily. The meeting loomed—Vince's strategy session on the scandal. She gathered her notes, body protesting each step, ass cheeks rubbing sore.