Shameless Blake Collins の小説・ストーリー

I watched leisurely as they headed for Chloe and Evelyn, fucking them hard like they both hadn't been in me a few seconds ago. I gave myself a mental note to join them later but for now, I'd think about how this video was going to ruin Jasmine forever. I sat on the couch with my wine glass in my hand, my legs crossed, and a soft smile on my face. The influencers had left an hour ago as well as the editor and it was just me and the girls. My phone buzzed. The editor had sent the file. The voice note was ready. I clicked play and listened. “I used Blake… for fame,” the voice said.

"Of course. There's nothing to forgive." Blake gazed down at her tenderly, using his thumb to swipe away the tear. "You know it doesn't matter to me. The arrest. The nudity." He rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe I'm not excited about the nudity, but I'd never Dom your career. The thing is, you don't have to hide anything from me." Shasta's expression was skeptical. He laughed lightly and kissed her nose. "Come help me finish up with dinner."

How great іt would bе, tо live іn a wоrld where you dоn’t ѕuѕресt thе mаn in уоur lіfе іѕ hіdіng ѕоmеthіng bіg frоm you. Thаt’ѕ what іt’ѕ come dоwn to wіth Blake. Aѕ ѕеxу аnd реrѕuаѕіvе аnd ѕtrоng аnd wоndеrful аѕ he іѕ, thеrе’ѕ some fundаmеntаl dishonesty.

I stood. "And you know what else?" Lila didn't answer. I leaned down, my voice a whisper. "I choose him too" I walked away, leaving Lila sitting there, her face pale, her hands shaking. By the end of the day, the narrative had shifted. Not just on set, but online. A grainy, unauthorized clip from the rehearsal had leaked. My scene. My words. My presence. It spread like wildfire. > "Amara Collins DESTROYS Lila Monroe in First Day of Eclipse Rehearsal!"

Cameras swung toward him like iron to a magnet. “You think you can destroy me with lies?” he roared, his voice cracking. “You’re nothing without my name! Without me, you’re...” I did not flinch. I met his gaze calmly. “Without you, Nathaniel, we are free. Free to rebuild, to heal, to thrive. Your power came from fear, and fear no longer rules here.” The silence that followed was electric. Even the cameras seemed to hold their breath. A voice, a reporter’s, broke through the tension. “Mr. Blake, how do you respond to these verified documents linking you to financial coercion, blackmail, and attempted political sabotage?”

Collins. I blink as Collins sounds almost angry. His gorgeous blue eyes look intense, and he has a heavy frown. With his dark hair and those eyes, Collins is the sexiest man I know. He's big, easily over six feet, and has a body that looks like he spends all of his time in a gym.

And right now, rage sat on top of fear, and fear sat on top of shame, and shame sat on top of a day of breaking open and crying in front of everyone, and every layer down made her more raw. Collin’s throat worked. When he finally spoke, his voice was so soft she almost didn’t hear it. “Don’t ever say that to me again.” Her chest pulled. “Collin—” He shook his head once. Sharp. “You think I want to cage you?” His voice was shaking now. “You think I want you trapped? You think I get off on telling you where to go? Baylee Elizabeth, the only reason I am not physically on the ground begging right now is because I’m so goddamn mad I can’t make my knees work.”

Blake on the other hand studied business and seemed to always do things a bit differently although still successful. The whole family was beautiful, and all could be models. Of course! Blake’s hair was almost a cold black with beautiful waves, dark tan skin, and a naturally muscular body he did not even have to try to maintain. In college, it almost seemed every girl he smiled at at one point, or another was on his arm. He did not have to struggle which made him seem unreachable until that one night.

"My only concern is making Maia happy, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. If her happiness is with Danny, then I'm going to make that happen." "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," I said flatly. "You're not noble or romantic. You're just a coward who's too scared to tell a woman how he feels, so you're taking it out on me instead." "Shut up," Blake snapped, his calm facade finally cracking. "It's time to get started." He climbed onto the bed and leaned down toward my face, probably planning to kiss me for his disgusting video. That's when I struck.

Then wouldn't stop. She pulled it out. The screen lit up with notifications. T*****r trending. Her name. Again. "#SiennaBlake" She clicked it. Against her better judgment. The tweets loaded. Hundreds. Thousands. "She really has no shame showing up at that gala." "Landon Callahan can do better than some desperate homewrecker." "The Blake family must be so embarrassed." "Once a mistress, always a mistress." Her hands started shaking. She scrolled. Couldn't stop. Each comment worse than the last.