Page 38 of Sweet Virgin

Chapter Twelve

Alaska

When the phone went off the first time, I thought it was my head playing tricks on me. I figured it was probably just a wrong number, someone accidentally switching a digit for the person they were trying to reach and ending up with me instead.

The second time it went off, curiosity had gotten the better of me. I should have never opened that message. Had I not been in a delirious high from Kealen and the vibrant explosions hitting my brain, I probably would've deleted the text and not even opened it.

But I didn't do that, I opened the unknown number and my heart sank into my gut.

Holding the phone in my hands, the screen was shaking violently, causing the image to sway like I was standing on a boat being smacked around by rough waves.

My chest was heaving in rapid bursts, a vile taste rose in the back of my throat, making me sick. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The image was there; big, clear, and no denying it.

I could see Kealen's cock out, about to enter me, his face cut off from the nose down. I was laying on the couch, my head was turned perfectly towards the camera. There was no mistaking it was me in that photo and what we were doing.

It was the moment he took my virginity. I was no longer the woman who had been painted as the face of innocence for the world to see. And despite my attempt at keeping that special experience for myself, someone had tarnished it with a picture.

Who did this?

Who could have known I was there?

The message that followed the image was what scared me the most. There was no name to the sender, no single person claiming ownership of the horrific sight.

But the message was clear, there was no cryptic code I had to figure out. It said I had to come back to the studio, it said I had to do the show.

And if I didn't, the studio would file a lawsuit against me, claiming breach of contract. They would smear my name, taking me for all I had.

But I didn't care so much about that, I had nothing for them to take. You can't squeeze blood from a stone and I was bone dry.

It was the last sentence that made me cringe, the one that wasn't meant for me. As I read it over and over again, tears began to pool behind my eyes.

They planned on going after Kealen too.

I had slept with someone else, I had lost my virginity to a man who wasn't supposed to get it. I had been meant for Garrett, I had been given to him and him alone.

And I had agreed to that by signing my name in that contract.

Everything I had been running from was slapping me in the face like a ton of bricks, it was all coming back to haunt me, trying to steal me again.

Someone had taken pictures of Kealen and I having sex and that someone was using it to blackmail me back onto that show.

My father. . .

It has to be him.

It was hard for me to wrap my head around the idea, but it was the only one that made sense. He had hired someone to follow me and it had gotten him what he wanted.

That would explain the picture taken on the beach when I hit that reporter, that would explain the weird feelings of being watched that had loomed over me day and night.

Hailing a taxi, I blurted out the address for the studio as I got in, feebly trying to swallow the tears that were teetering on the edges of my lids.

I'm screwed, royally fucking screwed.

What they had planned, what they might try to make me do; I didn't even want to imagine it. But I couldn't have this shit get in the papers, it could ruin Kealen and everything he had built for himself.

If he was slandered, if he was dragged down in this game, it could destroy his career and everything he'd worked so hard to get. He had a company, a business he prided himself in; now it was all at risk.

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