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His violet eyes radiated with desire, seeing Lana. He sucked in his breath and exhaled. His eyes wandered from the hickies that Lana didn't bother to cover up down to her protruding nipples which strained against her cloth, all the way to her beautiful exposed legs. “Beautiful,” he simply said. He pressed the remote in his hand, and Lana jumped backward as the vibrating sensation in between her legs threw her into a frenzy. Now she understood what it was and how determined Tyler was to play games with her. “A remote-controlled vibrator? Tyler, we have a council meeting. How am I supposed to concentrate and not come while you play--”

Raw, unfiltered, unedited evidence. “Oh, just wait and see.” I opened my phone and went to the last video I recorded. It was Tyler at the auction ceremony. I showed it to him and he became dumbfounded. Tyler Brooke is a billionaire.

Three days passed, and it was like a storm had passed over my life. Suddenly, things took a turn. Tyler went live, streaming to thousands, holding stacks of evidence. From the beginning, Vivian had deliberately gotten close to him, leading him to believe she still had feelings. She had wormed her way into the Lane’s residence as a personal housekeeper, taken control of my spending, imposed unfair rules forcing me to submit applications for approval, and step by step, caused the deaths of my child and my father.

He’s lounging against the ropes, the fraught moment passed. “Nope.” “No tracks?” “None.” “No signs?” I push, a dog with a bone. “A woodchuck took a dump near the old dens. Is that what you want to know?” “You can tap gloves with me anytime, pretty boy.” I bare my fangs and lick the tip of the incisor. Tye raises his hands. “You saw me last night. I almost let Lochlan Byrne pin me.” “Yeah, what was that?” Tye should’ve finished off that upstart in one round. I’d forgotten about it in all the drama afterwards.

"How's it going, Ty? Have you cracked the code?" Tyler's voice was chillingly composed as he focused on the rapidly scrolling codes on the laptop screen. "Shh! Not yet."

Tory walks for an 1hr and 34mins before she gets to Marcella's Polaris restaurant, she couldn't afford to use the last money on her to pay for a bus tho get there. She sat outside the restaurant tired and from walking for that long, she kept thinking where she could get food for $2. She was still thinking when Miss Cheryl comes out of the restaurant to talk to her. “Hey Tory, I noticed you have been setting her for the past 10mins are you okay dear??, You look don't tell me you walked all the way here??. He asks has she looks at Tory. “I did” Tory replys sadly. “I have only $2 on me and if I spend it on bus fair, I wouldn't be able to get something to eat”.

I leave him flustered, and he grows increasingly uneasy. "Uh, no! I'm not," he denies frantically, shaking his head in denial. I stride back to the table, pressing the button on the remote to bring the large TV screen to life, revealing videos of him being intimate with other women. I switch off the TV, retrieve the divorce papers, and return to him. Handing him the documents, I inform him, "Here we go, Tyler. I suppose this is the end."

He coldly asked. "Finally you decide to pick up, I've been calling you for so a while!" Valerie complained over the phone. "Yes what do you want?...Look if it's money you want I'll send you the money but stop bothering me and leave my house!" Tyler disconnected the line and switched the cellphone off. 'Just cause you didn't cheat, it doesn't give you the right to live in my house and abuse me, Valerie.' Tyler thought to himself. "Who was that? I can see whoever it is, surely makes you mad." Sadie sounded concerned, seeing the way Tyler switched off his cellphone. She had no idea it was Valerie on the phone if she knew she wouldn't be planning to go to the Logans Villa right now.

I quietly pulled out my phone and started recording, zooming in on his glistening cock sliding in and out, the way Elena’s pussy gaped when he pulled back, and the thick load he eventually pumped into her, overflowing and leaking everywhere as he roared through his orgasm. That night I jerked off three times to the video, moaning his name into my pillow as I imagined it was me underneath him instead of her. The next day, my best friend Tyler came over. Tyler was nineteen too, athletic with a swimmer’s build, short blond hair, and a cute ass. We’d fooled around once before, mutual blowjobs after a party, but nothing like what I had planned. I showed him the video on my phone while we stood in

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.