Page 202 of Sinful Desires
I didn’t want to look.
But I did.
The video was already playing.
My heart dropped. I wasmortified.
Someone had followed us, recorded what was supposed to be one of the most beautiful nights of my entire life, and dumped it into the hands of strangers.
Everyone at the party had seen it.
And I could feel it. Every single pair of eyes turning toward me.
Shock.Laughter.Whispering.Awe.Confusion.Mockery.
I ran.
I didn’t even think.
My legs carried me, but my brain was a step behind, lagging, screaming at me to stop. My heels slipped on the marble, the sound of people gasping around me turning to static.
I could feel the stares like knives in my back.
The heat of judgment. The freeze of humiliation.
Every camera flash felt like a punch to the ribs.
Angelo and Alexsei were fast. They caught up to me before I could hit the sidewalk. Neither of them said a word.
They had gotten me into the car, sitting beside me in silence.
The whole ride back to the hotel had been quiet except for the sound of my sobs and the occasional buzz of notifications from a phone I hadn’t wanted to check.
I’d stared out the window, but hadn’t seen anything.
Not really.
The city could’ve been burning, and I wouldn’t have noticed.
Angelo’s eyes had stayed on me the entire time. He hadn’t touched me, but I could feel his worry.
It sat heavily between us, but it hadn’t changed anything.
Nothing was ever truly mine.
I groaned again, my tears forming a small lake on the bedsheets.
“Let’s just say the pictures are fake. Deepfakes. AI. Impersonators,” Nicholas said, stroking my back.
“Or,” Victoria added, barely holding in a grin, “it was actually Nicholas in the video. And he just has a kink. Loves being called Théo while getting fu?—”
Nicholas gasped. “Let’s not get carried away now.”
I let out a watery chuckle through hiccupped sobs, my vision a blur.
“My father’s going to kill me. He’s going to send me away for good this time.”
That shut them up.
