Page 14 of The Passion

Placing my hand on my cell phone that was sitting face down on my desk, I will myself to push his name… but I can’t. Not just yet.

Because the reality is he is another person that is about to see me naked, and I just can’t cope with that.

The tears I’ve been holding in since I opened that email are falling silently down my face, leaving snail trails in my makeup I’m sure, but I don’t care.

All the voices of what people will say when this hits the internet rush through my imagination. Because as much as I want to believe we can stop that from happening, the reality is I know we can’t.

Men will praise Flynn for getting the cold stone-faced woman into bed and showing her who’s boss. She just needed a good man to crack her.

All I will be is that woman who trapped him in her room and leaked a video of him to try to ruin him. Or she must be so desperate she’s even prepared to be fucked by her opposition just to get off.

Same video… different narrative.

It’s fucked how no matter how hard I try, the world will always treat us differently.

The world has come so far, and yet I have to wonder, will it ever be far enough?

FLYNN

The few times I’ve met Ewan Kentwall over the years, I have never liked him, but I didn’t care, because he was just a competitor and someone I would be spending very little time with, on the rare occasions we happened to be in the same place at the same time.

But now I want to go and have a forceful conversation about the way he just spoke to Felisha.

Who the fuck calls their own daughter a whore? What the hell!

I know, though, that if I try to set one foot into that building today, firstly, security will be all over my ass, and secondly, Felisha will kill me. That woman is so damn independent. I can just picture her over there tearing strips off anyone who makes the mistake of talking to her.

My gut sinks at the phone calls and emails I’m about to send to the guys.

Nic is first because I owe him that, and then Remington who is going to want to kill me. He has so much happening in his personal life that this is the worst timing. Not that there is ever a good time to be exposed in a sex tape, but as our head of security, even though he is on leave, he would be so pissed if I didn’t call him straight away.

My head hurts, and I know the day isn’t going to get any better. After talking to all the guys—well, talking is a loose term for theinitial reaction from each of them, but nothing I didn’t expect. Nic wants me to meet Felisha for dinner to keep in contact, or as he insinuated, to keep my enemies close. He doesn’t trust her, and as much as I reassure them it wasn’t her, I must admit, all arrows point to her.

Rem has organized a meeting with the Kentwalls and their security detail so he can come up with a plan, and when I asked what time and where, I was politely told I wasn’t required. After a not-so-polite reply on how I will be there, he convinced me in no uncertain terms that I am to steer clear of Ewan Kentwall. It might have had something to do with me telling him how much I want to show that old fucker how disgraceful he is.

Backing off is not my style. Today has been a shit show, and I’ve tried to respect Felisha’s wishes to let her deal with what she needed to, but I’m getting impatient waiting for her to call me back like she promised.

Rem reported back that Ewan Kentwall is indeed a twat and that he basically had to put his foot down and insist he give us time to investigate this whole thing before he just slaps down money and tries to make this go away. I’ve been told to stay out of the way for Rem and his team.

Broderick, Nic’s personal private investigator, is trying to find this gold-digging woman who has sent us the email using the name Lizzie Smith, which I’m sure is fake. Who knows if it is even a woman; on the internet, you can pretend to be anyone. I’m not sure exactly what Broderick does, and to be honest, I don’t want to. I have a feeling he plays both above and below the law when he is trying to source information, but his words to me one day when we were talking have always stuck with me.

“I take the risk so you don’t have to, so stop asking questions, and I won’t have to tell you the answer that you may not want to know.”

That was enough for me.

I couldn’t stand to be in the office any longer, just waiting for a sliver of information on what they have found.

I’m impatient, nothing pisses me off more. Especially when it’s my life that this is affecting.

Not just my life but Felisha’s too, and that’s what is irritating me the most.

How could I have been so careless to not have seen a camera or phone or whatever the hell they used? Rem told me these things are so tiny these days that I would never have noticed it, but I’m still wound up about it.

To be honest, I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees my ass, but I do care about Felisha and how this will be for her. If it was just me that had this video and she had willingly joined me in recording it, then I’m not going to lie, I would have this on repeat on the TV in my room right now and reliving the night of pleasure.

But knowing how it was done and the sick feeling I have at how exposed someone I respect is on the screen, I’m sure I would end up putting my fist through the television the moment it started playing. My anger management is not my best quality.

Fuck this, I’m sick of waiting.

---