Trevor Henderson Peeping Tom Novels & Stories

On getting inside, he was met with two of his investigation who he nodded to their greeting. “Where is he?” he asked, one of the men pointed to a room which he entered. Then he saw him, Jeffery tied to a seat with his head bowed. Trevor’s lips twisted in distaste as the sight of the man drove him to the edge. Even though he knew the right thing to do was send him to the police for punishment , his mind opposed it as it continued to conjure the image of the woman who he’d made uncomfortable. If he had not been there at thd right time, he would have had his way with her. He could have done unspeakable things to her.

My team is good and I’m sure that they will get some more information soon. As I swipe the picture again, my eyes widen. The same shocked person from the initial photos is now dragging away one of the other guys. Are they friends? As I zoom the picture in, I ask, “Who is the reporter that got these?” With a bit of pride woven through his words, Trevor chimes, “Shane Downs.” Shane Downs. Which one is he?

“I handled it.” “How.” “It’s been taken down.” His voice was low, even. “Grace Henderson’s mother had a conversation with her. It won’t be a problem.” “You talked to Patricia Henderson about—” “I talked to Patricia Henderson about her daughter posting unflattering photos of guests at a private event.” Calm. “Nothing specific. Nothing that raised questions.” I stared at him. “You’re very good at this.” “At what.” “Containing things.” I said it without meaning for it to sound like an accusation. It came out like one anyway.

Trevor screamed as he lost his composure. "Trevor, stop acting. You schemed against me and the Coleman family for the sake of revenge and the love you have for your wife, am I right?” Thomas sneered. He played a video that he had taken long ago on his phone. Even though it was not clear, everyone there could see that it was a video of Trevor abusing his wife.

Trevor reaches the window before I can think of what to do or say, but the moment his dirty hands rest on the window pane, my tongue blurts out the first thing it can. “I swear, I wasn’t stalking you. I was just washing these.” I grab a handful of tomatoes and show them to him through the window. Trevor is just staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face, breathing heavily with his mouth slightly open, but hey, at least it’s not the one that looks like he’s plotting my murder. The smell of sweat mixed with testosterone blows with the afternoon wind right up my nostrils, and my eyes wander to his tattooed arms, then his chest again.

“Yo, you... wow. That’s a makeover... makeover. Who did this?" “My best friend Mya. And a few determined sales associates." He nodded, impressed. “Even the hair. And... okay, new undergarments, too?” I gave him a look. “What are you trying to say?” He held up his hands. “I’m just saying... things are sitting up. And I notice. I’m a man.” “Trevor, shut up before I hit you with a harassment complaint.” He grinned. “You won’t. But I’ll try to keep my peeping respectful. I do love this job.”

We need to discuss your living situation. Then another buzz. This time from a number I didn't recognize. Enjoying the show? — T My blood went cold. Trevor. "What?" Fao's head snapped toward me. He must have smelled the spike of fear. "What is it?" I handed him the phone. Watched his expression darken as he read the message, his eyes flickering gold in the darkness. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "He's behind this," I said. "He has to be. The leaked photos, the trail cam footage going viral — this has his fingerprints all over it."

I want to puke and scream and cry! But I do none of this things as I watch Hudson walk towards his office with his head down. I can’t believe this! I stand up pulling myself together I march past Hudson’s office to Michael’s office, he’s a partner and CEO as well. I get to his desk asking where Trevor is working? I remembered he was announced as being on his team. He looks at me quizzically but points me in the direction. I get to Trevor’s desk with rage now filling my veins. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He smiles at me and says “the love of your life.” I am shocked a little but not really when I remember what Trevor was like. “Why are you here?” I ask. He answers “For a business int