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His right hand has called to report on the flight patterns of the Blossom Media camp. "Master, our hunters have searched through every corner of Blossom Media’s abandoned cave, but our claws only turned up small amounts of evidence," Jordan reports, his voice sharp through the wire. "Amongst the scraps was the exact original image of Ava's muzzle pressing against your skin. This proof confirms it was indeed leaked by the cowards at that studio. They are currently hiding deep in the thick brush."

“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.”

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

Mayor Taylor said, now sounding as meek as a kitten, a stark contrast to the arrogance he had displayed just a few hours earlier. Before Andrea could process his words, the call was abruptly ended. She looked up to see that Lucas had left the dining room during the call. Driven by her growing curiosity, Andrea quickly went to her study and turned on her computer. As she connected to the internet, an onslaught of notifications flooded her screen: "Scandal: Video Leaks of Mayor Bestman Taylor in Illicit Encounter with a Minor" "Breaking News: Video of Mayor Bestman Taylor in an Act of Assault Goes Viral"

He reached for me again, fingers brushing my arm. I jerked away like his touch burned. “Don’t touch me!” My whole body trembled now, adrenaline surging. “You love me? Then why hide this? Why lie about who you are?” Taylor chuckled low, pushing off the bed and standing, the sheets falling away completely. He didn’t seem fazed by his nudity, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, princess. Drama much? It’s 2025—people experiment. Doesn’t mean he’s gay. Bi, maybe. Whatever.”

It definitely flipped something carnal on inside me. He was wearing a black dress jacket and a light blue button down shirt with black dress pants. Yummy … with a spoon. “Jules there are literally no pics of you on the site. I insist that the world see how sex kitten you look, my masterpiece,” Taylor said, dropping under the counter lift and moving out into the lobby. There were easily thirty customers standing around, waiting to order, waiting on orders. Everyone turned to watch our little spectacle. “I like to think I helped,” Dante said, flashing his perfect smile.

"You had the sex tape of us? And you leaked it?!" "No! No, I didn't leak it!" I screamed, shielding my head with my arms, terrified he was going to snap. "I swear on my fucking life, I didn't leak the tape! I woke up two mornings ago and someone hacked into my iCloud or they physically took my phone while I was passed out at the bonfire party. I didn't post it! Someone stole it from me!"

I didn't a secret delivery was going on too. "Thank you, Hunter. You just saved my life." They shook hands while I remained puzzled. After the visit, we went out together. In the elevator, I couldn't stop myself from inquiring what was going on. "Did you give him drugs?" I asked, wide-eyed. He chuckled and shook his head. "His wife leaked her nudes by accident. I had to help her fix the damages at a price. Now, she has no nude pics and videos on the loose. Aren't you impressed by what I can do?"

“So this is what he meant when he said he was going to make us famous.” “Make who famous?” Hayden asked, walking over to the table and grabbing a bottle of water. “Don’t tell me. Is it Troy again?” Jared nodded, turning the screen toward them. “Yes.” “Before I even look at it,” Beck said, his voice tensing as he walked over, “how bad is it? Did he leak our nudes or something?” Myla stood from the mat and walked over quickly. “How bad is it?” Jared shook his head slowly. “It’s… not the worst thing he’s done.”

Taylor stepped out of them, her glistening pink snatch bare and beautiful. Her wetness spread before my eyes. My feet were resting between hers, keeping them shoulder width apart and thus providing an uncensored view. As the seconds passed, the abundance of moisture gathered between her labia and trickled right down her evenly tanned thighs. A single droplet was seized by gravity and born directly onto my bare foot. The echo of that splash filled my universe. I dragged a finger from the back of her slit up to and over her clit. It was a little marble of a bud that peeked out like a budding flower upon receiving my touch. "I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian."