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Chase I was sprawled on the couch in my downtown condo, ice pack on my shoulder from morning practice, when Logan’s livestream popped up on my feed. The thumbnail alone, his fake sincere face, made me snort. Curiosity won. I tapped play, volume low, expecting the usual damage control bullshit. What I got was worse.

He walked straight to the water dispenser, his movements stiff and deliberate. "Two minutes, boys!" Sarah called out, bursting into the room with a tablet in hand and a manic energy radiating off her. "The stream is live. Remember the narrative: you’ve been quietly seeing each other since the spring, the bar fight was Marcus insulting Liam, and Jaxson lost his temper protecting his partner. Keep it romantic but dignified. Got it?" "Got it," Jaxson muttered, tossing his empty paper cup into the trash. "Let's get this over with," Liam murmured, his throat dry.

Wavering his brows Bash continues to taunt Storm, "Ouuuuh would you prefer I call you zaddy, my handsome zaddy." "Don't call me that either! Maybe I didn't mention it that night but I will now, am a straight man! I have no interest in men. What happened between us was a mistake", Storm explained. Bash pouted and rose to his feet, leaning towards Storm who didn't move even with Bash's face inches close to his, trying to show he didn't fear him. Bash replied to him in a honeyed voice saying, "you didn't seem so straight that night when you rammed my ass so mercilessly. "

project. Alex Ye was indeed interested in the live promotion of "Star Path", but not for Brandon's sake. It was because Michelle Xia would be participating. He had been awaiting this live stream plan. Even though he was a major shareholder in NexRealm Studios, he wouldn't directly inquire about specific projects or promotional timings. He wanted to know the exact time and duration of the live stream because he feared it might clash with his child's birthday.

“On your back. We’re going to use you.” Jake grinned, lying down in the center of the bed, his muscular body stretched out, cock pointing straight up like a thick pole. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head swollen and leaking. “Come and take what you need, my dirty little stepsister and stepmom.” Sarah helped position me first. She guided me over Jake so I straddled him reverse cowgirl, my back to his face, my dripping pussy hovering just above his cock. “Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.”

"You ruined my life, Freya, so I'm going to destroy your reputation today! "Pin her down and strip her naked! I want the entire Internet to see her explicit photos!" Two thugs chuckled as they closed in on me. Instead of backing away, I took a step forward and calmly raised my blacked-out phone screen to aim it at them. "Smile, Skylar." He was visibly stunned. "What are you doing?" "Streaming live." I flashed the phone screen at them and announced in a loud, clear voice, "I just launched a stream on Twitch. Right now, everything is clearly streamed in real time to over 30,000 viewers. They're all watching you commit attempted kidnapping and gang assault."

“I know the baby is mine and I’ve told you I accept that. We have eight months to work it out.” My phone starts vibrating again. It can’t be nothing. It’s almost midnight. I pull it out this time. Lena. I read the message notification that flashes across. Answer now! I answer. “What?” “Babe, this is streaming live somehow. Shut it down,” Lena says. “It already has a million views.” I go cold. “What?” “It’s online. Shut it down now,” Lena repeats. I move closer to Calder and say it low. “It’s on the internet. Live streaming.”

he says. “The Queen's motion is annoying but manageable,” I say. “The Bronx case compliance review came back clean. Adaeze told me yesterday that the Bar Association is profiling Okafor and Associates in their January newsletter.” I pause. “And the documentary trailer is still moving. Two point four million views as of this morning.” “Two point four,” he says. “Chen called yesterday,” I say. “The series has been picked up for a streaming platform. Releases in February.” I pause. “He says the Thomas episode is the one the platform is leading with in their marketing.”

Then I picked up my phone and contacted the Beta who had been trying to recruit me to the North. After that, a notification popped up that Ella had tagged me. In the video, a large hand slowly rubbed her lower abdomen. Her voice played in the background, soft and sweet. “Alpha Leon, your hands are so warm…” The caption read: [Alpha feels bad that I’m in pain during my heat, says he’ll help take it all away! Being cared for like this feels amazing.] I double-tapped to like it, headed to my profile, and removed the background photo of Leon and me.

Every dirty thing. Another message right after: Big D: Can’t wait to feel you clench on my dick the way you’ve always described on your lives while I pumped thousands into your account. See you soon, sexy Tems. I ended the stream in a haze, barely mumbling a goodbye to my subscribers. My hands were shaking as I closed the laptop. Four hours. Four hours until my stepfather—Dickson—walked through that door and turned every secret fantasy I’d whispered into the camera into reality.