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“You’re not mad that one of them captioned her repost my future husband?” I froze mid-sentence, the words catching like a hiccup. “She wrote what?” Piper grinned wickedly, wiggling her phone in front of me again. “Want to see?” “No.” I slapped the phone out of view. “I said don’t show me anything else about him.” Piper gave me that very sinister judgemental look. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused. “Of course I am.” Piper stretched out luxuriously, scrolling again. “I live for drama that isn’t mine. And this is golden. Lucas Bristo drowning in fangirls while Hannah Black sits here pretending she doesn’t care.”

Lake was speechless but did not regret accompanying Ezrah at a time like this. Since words failed Ezrah, Lake took the initiative to explain. “Piper was the woman he dated for months before getting married to Michelle. She was the reason why he divorced Michelle, leading to her faking her death and relocating,” Lake said. It was Sebastian’s turn to be shocked. Shaking his head with disapproval, it was as if his head was burning with lava. “I don’t believe you. Piper loves only me. She is my sunshine.” Ezrah brought out his phone and showed him Piper’s pictures. Those she had sent to him without his taking interest. Most of them were even half-naked pictures during their chats. They were not

She’s in a one-handed handstand and as I watch, she slowly spreads her legs and bends at the waist, lowering herself into the most graceful split I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even realize that I had growled until her head spun around to look at me. “That was sexy as fuck,” I growl. “Did you think so?” she purrs, slowly sliding forward until her entire body is laying on the mat, while she's still in her split. “Oh shit. I’m doomed if we have to do that,” Zach says, coming in behind me. “What? You can’t to this?” Piper asks, walking up to the bar that is on the wall and gracefully lifting her foot onto it before sliding into a split as she grins at us over her shoulder.

He asked. She looked at him through her lashes, “May I?” She asked breathily. Her hand rubbed against his penis, making him gasp. His eyes rolled closer and he put his head behind him and let out a soft groan. He couldn’t bring himself to use words so he only nodded his head. Piper smiled and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She slides it down – following his black boxers.

"Let me see." He handed the phone over and I looked at the screen. The username read @WhyteOut23 and there was a message thread above the video. The most recent message was the video clip with an attached text that said: "think you'd like to see this, LMAO" I looked up at Piper and she immediately grabbed the phone from my hand to check for herself. I leaned over her shoulder as she opened the sender's profile page. The profile picture was just a generic hockey stick and puck, nothing identifying. But Piper scrolled down and clicked on one of the recent posts.

Piper. I couldn’t stop imagining her laid out on my bed, legs spread wide open for me, her pussy glistening and dripping, her soft thighs trembling as she waited for me to ruin her. The image was so vivid I could almost smell her arousal, hear those broken little moans she made when I had her pinned beneath me at the summit.

“And then you were swimming in your underwear. Did you even apply sunscreen?” “God, Spade. It’s not the 1950s. People swim naked. They dress in see-throughs with their nipples and asses out. And this is my body, my choice.” “Okay.” Piper raised her hands. “I think it’s my cue.” She got up and left the breakfast table. “Or you’re scared that if someone posts my naked picture online, it will reflect on your billionaire clean rep, or you being a Kross.” I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t argue with an angry woman. Not Robyn. She was a piece of work when she was pissed.

The studio lights scorched my skin as I strutted onto the set, every camera lens locked on my body like a predator. I was Lila, the rookie, but tonight I’d break Drake, the smug male star who thought his fat cock made him king. My pussy already dripped under the sheer black thong, clit throbbing against the lace, nipples stabbing through my bra. The live-stream chat blew up with tips, thousands watching, their filthy comments making my cunt pulse.

“Rollins is my mate. Not Archie.” Archie didn’t speak, didn't move, but his heart sank. Piper continued, her voice steadier now. “I am not involved with anyone else. I am not a whore.” Jacob’s expression shifted. She turned her glare toward Elsa. “And whoever is posting rumors and photos about me should stop. Now.” The crowd fell silent. Then Piper reached out, grabbed Rollins by the collar, and kissed him. Gasps went around them. Rollins froze for a second, his eyes widening in surprise, before finally relaxing into the kiss, his mouth still bruised.

His gaze dropped, locked, and darkened. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked through the space, rougher than gravel. “Taking off my panties,” I answered, low and unashamed. I let the lace dangle from one ankle before kicking it aside. “So you can watch. Maybe after I entertain you, you’ll add me to that list.” “You’re not just on the list, Piper,” he growled, sweat beading at his temple, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re eighteen. You’re too young, too small, too—”