Page 34 of Burn With Me

The video I released to the school’s social media pages should do the trick. If she’s not ready for a transfer after that, I don’t know what could break her. Even if she doesn’t get Emilia Summers to divorce my father, then at least she’ll be out of the way—perhaps to Eastpoint with her brother. She’d at least be safe there.

That thought hits me hard.She’d be safe?The whole point of my tormenting her is to get her to convince her mother to leave my father. But as I sit back against the worn cushion of my seat, I realize, I don’t necessarily care about that anymore.

To my father, Aurora Summers is a pawn to control his wife, but if she disappears, she won’t be on his radar anymore. As far as I can tell, there’s no love lost between her mother and her. If Emilia Summers remains behind with my father, she’ll end up dead or worse—so much fucking worse—and if Aurora is with her, she’ll receive the same. Liabilities. Loose ends. Malik and I both know what happens to those.

When did I start thinking in terms of protecting Aurora Summers instead of wanting her gone?

“Isaac?” Malik’s voice is hard, irritated, as if he’s been calling me for some time now.

I shake my head, and with it dispel my wayward thoughts. “She’s not to be informed,” I state. “End of story. You bring her into this, and I’m out.”

Malik is quiet for a moment and then he hums low in his throat. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll keep that in mind. As for your father…”

“I’ll figure something out,” I tell him. “He has a few meetings when he returns; I’ll keep my ear to the ground.”

“It’d be best if we can catch him in the act, Isaac,” Malik says. The pressure against my back loosens as he stands. “Remember that.”

I don’t look back as his dress shoes squeak against the tile floor. Once he’s gone the noise of the coffee shop intrudes once more and I lean back, shutting my eyes against the pounding in my head. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I groan, reaching inside and pulling it free. Shep’s name flashes across the screen and I flick the green button, putting the receiver to my ear.

“What?”

“Have you seen the school socials yet?” is the first thing out of his mouth. The tightness in his tone makes me sit up and open my eyes.

“No. What’s wrong? Did she reply to the video?”

He laughs, but it’s far from amused. “Fuck yeah, she did,” he says, “but not in the way you’re thinking.”

“What do you mean?” Even though I ask the question, my fingers are already flying over the keyboard and I’m pulling up Hazelwood University’s student run social media pages.

“I think it’s safe to say that she’s not backing down from your threats, man,” Shep says, and there’s a note of respect in it.

A frown overtakes my face as I search the pages for the video Shep had scoured the internet for, but Aurora Summers’ high school humiliation is nowhere to be seen. In its place is a new video.

My eyes bulge as I gape at the screen—at a very familiar setting. I almost laugh out loud. Now, I understand Shep’s tone of almost reverent respect. She’s a hellion—a fucking genius one. A bolt of adrenaline slides through my veins, lighting me up. How intriguing. How … addictive this girl is becoming.

Now it all makes sense. The Gods and Goddesses party. Her seduction.

So, that’s what she’d been doing. I sit back and stare at my own image reflected back at me—only this time, I look far more douchey. Dressed in that stupid costume, I watch myself strip my shirt over my head and maul the girl on screen. She’s smart; I have to give her that. She kept her back to the camera. Her identity is hidden. Some may suspect, but no one can say for sure. The wig looks like real hair and it’s not her color. The sound is absent, too, so no one could possibly call her out for that. Even when I say her name, no one can hear it on the video. My face, though, is front and center.

My cock swells in my pants and I shift, adjusting myself as I watch the course of emotions spread over my features. On the screen, I flinch with pleasure, my features growing tight. I know the exact moment that I came; my head rolls back on my shoulders and my lips move on screen.

“This is a problem,” Shep says, distracting me.

I roll my eyes. “Why is that?” I ask. “This might be a problem if I was a chick, but you and I both know that sex tapes are different for men.”

“Isaac.” Shep’s tone grows tight, all hints of amusement or respect or anything other than flat-out concern disappearing. “Your father will find out about this.”

And just like that, the day is ruined. Because, fuck me, he’s right. “Take it down,” I snap. “Get it down now.”

“Already working on it,” he says.

My phone buzzes against my ear, signaling another incoming call. I pull it away and see my father’s name flash across my screen.Fuck.

“You know, once it’s gone viral like this, that’s only going to make things worse,” Shep continues.

“I have to go,” I interrupt.

“What about your father, Isaac? He—”

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