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She pulled her hands up and down to indicate breathing up and down and Ivy followed suit. Slowly, Ivy regained her senses and voice. "My phone," She opened her bag and brought out her phone. Instantly, she was already reading the news headline. "Sex tape leaked: BILLIONAIRE DILLON LONG HAVING A HEATED SEX WITH ACTRESS MIRABEL," Her phone fell from her hands as soon as she read the headline.

How was she supposed to face him when he returned? The door burst open. Ocean stormed in with the finance manager right behind her, dragging Cassie out of her spiral. “What’s going on? Why do you both look so excited?” Ocean dropped into the chair opposite Cassie, eyes shining. “Cass, I never imagined you’d scam a billionaire.” “What?” Cassie frowned. The finance manager cleared her throat. “A payment of five million dollars just came in. On behalf of Tristan Roth. For one month.” Cassie groaned and pressed her fingers to her temples. “I overcharged him on purpose because I didn’t want the job. I never thought he’d agree. The agreement was one million a month, spread over five months.”

Megan said, her voice filling the air, making my dick stand, going hard, my cheeks going red. Horny. Megan’s phone rang, my eyes coming across “ Richard” on the screen. The filling of disgust rising above my chest. Before she could say anything, I picked the call for her, my lips deliberately producing moans and kissing sounds against Megan skin, making her moan loudly, the volume passing across to Richard. “ Fuck me, Alexander. Fuck me sharp. Fuck me daddy,” I made Megan say, my middle finger finding her clitoris, the feeling BDSM sharp, making her voice go across to Richard, her scumbag ex-husband.

The rhythmic motion of Damien’s hand beneath the desk matched the steady moans coming from his computer speakers. He leaned back in his leather chair, eyes locked on the screen in front of him. Lux Monroe. She was on all fours, a man behind her, gripping her hair, thrusting deep and hard. “Fuck,” Damien moaned, stroking himself faster. Her body was perfection—curves that could drive a man insane, eyes that begged and defied all at once. He’d been watching her videos for years—hell, he knew the exact moment new ones dropped. And this one? It was the most recent.

And the cut was too prefect to be an accident so it leads me to believe he is drug seeking. I can’t say anything. I just have to do my job and sent him on his way. I wrap his hand and tell him to sit tight while I get his discharge papers. Megan is flirting with one of the interns when I get back to the desk. Great. When I sit down to type out my patients instructions and prescriptions Megan asks “ That the last patient?” “ Yea.” I told her. “ Good, I’m going to take my break.” she said. Megan doesn’t wait for my answer just walks off. The intern on her heels. Fucking great. Her idea of a break is having a quickie in the storage room. How do I know she is in the storage room? That is her fa

"Ms. Mitchell, the tech department couldn't trace who uploaded the file. Do you think Mr. Lawson—" "Shut up!" Megan snapped, cutting him off immediately. How could I possibly be the one to leak it? She held all the leverage over Dad. I wouldn't act so recklessly. More importantly, I loved her so deeply and unconditionally. I would never drag her down like this. Beside her, Edward was wiping away tears, clearly terrified out of his wits. "It has to be Zachary. He attacked me right in front of everyone earlier. There's no guaranteeing he wouldn't stab us in the back. Megan, you can't let this video get out to the public. You have to stop it."